July 5, 2014

Life in Paris, day un. 

September 11, 2013
"I am, I am told, an “Indian-American” writer, and my novels are Indian-American novels. Sometimes they’re called “immigrant fiction,” even though I’ve never immigrated from or to anywhere. My simultaneous Indianness and Americanness is very interesting to me, not least because my biggest literary influences have been dead white European males. To be honest, I never have thought about that fact much, as I mostly think of myself as writing about human beings in English. I’ve seen other writers, who also write about human beings in English, referred to as African-American, Dominican-American, Jewish American, and so on."

— Amit Majmudar, "Human Beings Writing about Human Beings" (via thekenyonreview)

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August 24, 2013

Garden tour of Madison, 8.16.13 

August 22, 2013

Wood fire pizza lunch at Pizza Brutta

Rented bicycle riding 

Free-library perusing 

Monroe St. Neighborhood, Madison, Wisconsin, 8.16.13

August 22, 2013

Dinner at Brasserie V, Monroe St, Madison Wisconsin 8.15.13

August 15, 2013

Family vacation, 8.14.13 

Lake Winnebago, High Cliffs State Park, Wisconsin.

August 10, 2013

8/10/13 Saturday Morning at the Ann Arbor Farmer’s Market

July 29, 2013

Sunday Dinner 7/28

My first crochet project, aka Grandma’s new blanket. She was so thrilled she hyperventilated the whole way home. Whoops.

July 25, 2013

The passing of an era. 

Erica’s Last close at Trader Joe’s, Tuesday, July 23rd. 

Friday, Erica moves to DC. I’m mad as hell that I’m loosing my number one foodie, partner in wine, and a great friend. 

I know what you do is move, and what I do is stay here. 

I’m not any happier about it. 

Best of luck on your new adventure. Not that you need it. You already ate them all.  :) 

July 18, 2013

A weekend on the Leelanau peninsula with the dog, tenting at Leelanau state park. 

This peninsula is my favorite place on earth, thus far. 

Beach time, wine tasting, and a rain storm— what more could this little family ask for? 

"Si Quaeris Peninsulam Amoenam Circumspice"

"If you seek a pleasant peninsula, look about you."

July 11, 2013

Independence Day. July 4 2013

Erica and I designed an over-the-top hotdog party, complete with homemade buns, beer cheese sauce, soy-chorizo chili, cider braised leeks and apples, a chopped salad and old bay fries. 

We celebrated with eight million sparklers, and a few of the boys set off a few million more fireworks. 

As evidenced by these photographs, I spent most of the night watching from a safe-seeming corner with Mike Hudson, an occasional sparkler, and bud light. 

In the words of Mike, “Y’all are nuts.” 

June 29, 2013

If it ain’t one thing, it’s another. 

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May 7, 2013
"I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more than 80, by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was. Yet, when anything went wrong with my car I hastened to him with it, watched him anxiously as he explored its vitals, and listened to his pronouncements as though they were divine oracles - and he always fixed my car.
Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test. Or suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, I’d prove myself a moron, and I’d be a moron, too. In a world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working with my hands, I would do poorly. My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an arbiter of such matters.
Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say: “Doc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppose he asked for them?”
Indulgently, I lifted my right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, “Why, you dumb jerk, He used his voice and asked for them.” Then he said smugly, “I’ve been trying that on all my customers today.” “Did you catch many?” I asked. “Quite a few,” he said, “but I knew for sure I’d catch you.” “Why is that?” I asked. “Because you’re so goddamned educated, doc, I knew you couldn’t be very smart.”"

Isaac Asimov (via skinnybaras)

As a teacher, I  try to constantly keep this in mind for my students, and to act— and treat them— accordingly. I try not to test my fish at tree climbing. It is, as are many things, easier said than done, however. 

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April 29, 2013
going all the way: An Old Farmer's Advice


Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong. 
Keep skunks and bankers at a distance. 
Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor. 
Words that soak into your ears are whispered…not yelled. 
Meanness don’t jes’ happen overnight. 
Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.
Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you. 
It don’t take a very big person to carry a grudge. 
You cannot unsay a cruel word. 
Every path has a few puddles. 
When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.
The best sermons are lived, not preached.
Most of the stuff people worry about ain’t never gonna happen anyway. 
Don’t judge folks by their relatives. 
Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll enjoy it a second time. 
Don’t interfere with somethin’ that ain’t botherin’ you none. 
Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance. 
If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin’. 
Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got. 
The biggest troublemaker you’ll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every mornin’. 
Always drink upstream from the herd. 
Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment. 
Lettin’ the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin’ it back in. 
If you get to thinkin’ you’re a person of some influence, try orderin’ somebody else’s dog around. 
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.


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