Whining finally gets the respect it deserves.
June 14, 2006So these guys decided that this post had some sort of merit (really?), and they’ve chosen it as a reading for their Blogsday 2006. Anyone who knows me knows that I love the James Joyce (my god, in my high school yearbook my senior quote was from Ulysses—how did everyone not punch me?) (Although at least it wasn’t from Finnegan’s Wake. "She has a gift of seek on site and she allcasually ansars helpers, the dreamydeary. Heed! Heed! Go Class of '87!"), so it’s a great honor to be included in this latter-day take on Bloomsday. Apparently an actor will read my words, adding some whimpering where appropriate. Maybe at the end she’ll burst into heaving sobs! Oh, I hope!
It will be airing on your local NPR affiliate, probably Thursday night. I know it’s on WNYC Thursday at 9, but the rest of you will just have to look it up. I’ll be sitting by my radio, cringing.
Meanwhile, since writing that post, I’ve found myself despite my best efforts actually liking it around here. This house is so pretty that I want to lick it. (I hold off, because of the lead paint.) I keep trying to avoid the neighbors but somehow they find me and then I end up liking them, damn it. I have an herb garden and so far everything is still alive. (Except my basil tastes like nothing. Readers, you’ve helped me with every other aspect of my life, so tell me: why would basil taste like, well, leaves? Instead of the explosive flavor sensation I have long known it to be?) And Henry starts camp in two weeks! Every-day-for-four-hours camp! Much-cheaper-than-the-babysitter camp!
Posts will be light around here for the next month, as I focus on other projects for a while and also try not to get fired. I’ll be posting more pictures on Flickr when I remember, including my new series, “Weed or Something Else?”
Reader Comments (65)
Congrats on the NPR slot. I'll be listening.
As for the basil, I eat the stuff my Mom grows in her backyard in Brooklyn. :-)
And a house that's good enough to lick, sounds fabulous? Very Charlie in the Chocolate Factory meets Hansel and Gretel.
- M
At least I can collect. Collecting seeds is fun!
I live in a lovely urban neighborhood in Pittsburgh, and I know neighbors grow veggies around here. But after we had our soil tested, we figured that we just didn't need to feed the kids lead pesto.
Unless of course you are gardening in containers with "clean" dirt. Then never mind, carry on, and may your basil be tastier. (Try lemon basil? It makes an amazing pesto.)
Then grow it on the sly for me. A plant doesn't last 1/2 an hour in the outdoors out here. Ground squirrels rip it out just for sport.
Basil needs a lot of sun. And pinch off the flower budlets as soon as they appear.
I was on that show last year: I sat downstairs in the dark glued to my radio, listening to an actor read my words. I'm embarrassed to admit how thrilled I was.
Reunion was cool. Except it was especially cool if you were invited to party down on twist cap wine with the class of 1976 at their disco ball where they blew the amps and sang the rest of the music underneath the smoke-wisps emitting from the speaker sets in their disco dresses, like my class was. I don't know what your class did. Maybe they grew basil, and played music to it to see the effects on the taste.
Especially without any paragraph breaks. Heh.