Christopher photoshops a statement (it’s pretty damn funny even if you don’t give a whoop about cycling). But really, how can you not be inspired by what happened today if you’re, you know, ALIVE? And don’t forget: dude needs a new hip. Amazing.
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"When the last dime is gone, I’ll sit on the curb outside with a pencil and a ten-cent notebook, and start the whole thing over again."
— Preston Sturges
(p.s. I’ve been told to avoid news of today’s Tour stage, so shhhhhh!!!)
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Every so often I have one of those days that reminds me why I love the south. Maybe I watched Jim White’s movie or a compadre sends a link to a perfect little news story that just wouldn’t exist with the same specs elsewhere. Last night, it was as simple as a trip to the dog park a little later than usual to avoid the heat.
You see, the annual carny ride fair is taking place in the main fairgrounds this week. It’s smack behind the dog park, but wait, it’s better than that. In between the dog park and the rides, there has been set up a dirt track and bleachers. That’s right: they were having a demolition derby. The announcer was classic: "This ain’t a dance, boys!" We dog owners stood watching with glee while our dogs nosed around the park (at one point, we feared Emma had Found Her People, because she kept hanging out around the area of the fence bordering the prep pit). And I don’t think I have to give you much set-up to capture Christopher’s succint summing up of the mayhem-thirsty crowd, who got VERY angry when the announcer stopped things to lecture the riders on the taboo of the driver’s side door: "Bread and Buicks."
Yeah, we’ll be going back tonight at the same time. It’s large car demo. I can’t wait. Perhaps we’ll see Carzilla.
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I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to suddenly be seeing Eduardo Galeano’s name all over the place, after so many years of a stray mention here and there. He is a genius, a wonder, and his work alive with that. Now comes the best yet — Birnbaum v. Galeano:
RB: That’s very tricky. You want the person that you are working with who is translating to be your mirror, but the text is not of their creation.
EG: No, it’s a perfect synthesis of life, life is this, we are always looking at others as possible mirrors and we feel betrayed when it doesn’t work.
They’re speaking of Galeano’s first translator, Cedric Belfrage, who died while translating The Book of Embraces (on many days, my favorite book in existence). I’ve always been fascinated by the relationship implied by the dedications and notes on that book, and this interview deals with how they worked together more directly than any other I’ve seen. Joy.
Now I’ll stop making playlists for the car and go to sleep.
Charles: I thought you might be upset by the reinforcement of negative squid stereotypes.
Danna: This might be another “take what I can get” moment.
I was somewhat upset that the Kraken had all those teeth instead of a beak, though.
A lovely time was had by all, especially one attention hog named Emma the D-O-G, and party hats were even worn briefly. So endeth GwendaGras 30.
One of the most pleasant surprises was the library-hosted art show "Zelda By Herself," featuring 61 pieces of Zelda Fitzgerald’s amazing work, much of which centers on interpreting classic religious and fairy tale scenes or well-known cityscapes very much stamped with her own impressions. I was especially taken with the paper dolls and the lampshade with carousel imagery. The full charm of these pieces does not come across online, sadly, so do seek this exhibit out if it travels near you.
See also: Stephany Aulenback at Maud’s (she also points to this book, which collects many of the images)
So, it’s Friday, and why not do one of those listy things? This one comes courtesy of Erin at Rarely Likable. Bold the ones you’ve seen at least three episodes of, add italics for those you’ve seen every episode of, and I’m adding a star to the ones I actually loved/love, etc. The others I just liked enough to watch at least three episodes.
Follow the clicky.
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