HAPPY 100TH BIRTHDAY MR CAGE

CHRIS MARKER RIP

"Brooding at the end of the world on my island of Sal in the company of my prancing dogs I remember that month of January in Tokyo, or rather I remember the images I filmed of the month of January in Tokyo. They have substituted themselves for my memory. They are my memory. I wonder how people remember things who don't film, don't photograph, don't tape. How has mankind managed to remember? I know: it wrote the Bible. The new Bible will be an eternal magnetic tape of a time that will have to reread itself constantly just to know it existed."

HAPPY BLOOMSDAY

"Beckett was addicted to silences, and so was Joyce; they engaged in conversations which consisted often of silences directed towards each other, both suffused with sadness, Beckett mostly for the world, Joyce mostly for himself. Joyce sat in his habitual posture, legs crossed, toe of the upper leg under the instep of the lower; Beckett, also tall and slender, fell into the same gesture. Joyce suddenly asked some such question as, 'How could the idealist Hume write a history?' Beckett replied, 'A history of representation.'"

"YOU AIN'T SEEN NOTHING LIKE ME YET"

HAPPY 71st BIRTHDAY TO MR ZIMMERMAN

ANN'S SUNDAY BRUNCH

 HOME BAKED MONTREAL BAGELS W/SCRAMBLED AMERAUCANA EGGS & ARUGULA & FIFTH QUARTER SMOKED BEEF TONGUE W/ONIONS & CHERRY TOMATOES

ANN'S SUPER HEALTHY DINNER MAY DAY '12

 SAUTEED ESCAROLE W/FARRO, AVOCADO, RADISH, TOMATOES, JAPANESE CUKES & SUNFLOWER SEEDS
(farro is one of the oldest cultivated grains in the world, said to have powered the roman army during it's glory days. personally, i love the combination & never think of war while i'm consuming bowls of it).

ANN'S DINNER 4/30

 TOM KHA GAI (YELLOW THAI CURRY W/CHICKEN & POTATO)

"EATEN BREAD IS FORGOTTEN"

 these beauties are based on jim lahey's "no-knead" bread recipes that caused such a stir a few years back when they were published in bittman's nyt column. i made tons of bread way back when but i got a wild hair & started messing around w/whole wheat & various other more healthy variations. these seeded beauties(sesame & sunflower)have been the best so far.

ANN'S DINNER

MARINATED ROASTED PEPPERS W/CAPERS & ARUGULA. FRESH BAKED BREAD

ANN'S DINNER

MANGO, AVOCADO, ORANGE SALAD W/RAU RAM

 april 12 2012 san francisco

 Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en
Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou mayst shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just.

REASONS FOR MOVING

The Everyday Enchantment of Music

"A rough sound was polished until it became a smoother sound, which was polished until it became music. Then the music was polished until it became the memory of a night in Venice when tears of the sea fell from the Bridge of Sighs, which in turn was polished until it ceased to be and in its place stood the empty home of a heart in trouble.Then suddenly there was sun and the music came back and traffic was moving and off in the distance, at the edge of the city, a long line of clouds appeared, and there was thunder, which, however menacing, would become music, and the memory of what happened after Venice would begin, and what happened after the home of the troubled heart broke in two would also begin." from Mark Strand's new book of prose poems, ALMOST INVISIBLE

ANN'S DINNER

BRAISED SHORT RIBS & FIGS IN TEOTITLAN MOLE NEGRO W/CHOCHOYOTES(MASA DUMPLINGS)& SWEET POTATO PUREE, AVOCADO & CORN SALAD

ANN'S DINNER

GNOCCHI W/CHICKEN & ARUGULA

HARRY CREWS R.I.P.

crews at his most militantly oddball.

i think mr. death likes him just fine now.

EARL SCRUGGS R.I.P.

more on mr. scruggs later. for now, this little piece of genius will suffice.

ADRIENE RICH R.I.P.

poem by clayton eshleman

CAT BLISS

RITES OF SPRING

i'm assuming we'll still have some winterish weather but the cats know what they know & hodge is pretty sure spring has sprung. unlike merce our bob-tail country cat, hodge's coat is silken & doesn't keep the cold out as much as merce's velour-like coat. hearing hodge do her rebel yell when she bounces out to the warm wedge of sun that cuts across our balcony is one of those things that makes having animal companions so rewarding.

KREWE D'ETAT

indian dohl drumming combined w/a brass band configuration. who says there's nothing new under the sun? after coming from new orleans, where i saw rebirth & soul rebels & papa grows funk, this is still astonishing.

THE SOUND OF ONE HAND CLAPPING

“I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.” ― John Steinbeck, Travels With Charley: In Search of America 

it is simply not like me to post a picture of myself. it has nothing to do w/buddhist ego issues. it has something to do w/the fact that i look like this. so, in a way, it is an ego issue but i'm sworn to overcome as many of those as my poor corporeal being can muster. i felt it was important to post something on this leap year day, which is about how often i plan on posting self-pics. this was taken in the french market. ann was trying her best to get me to open up to the mardi gras spirit & wear a hat. the implication was that i was a bummer. personally, i don't think a hat can save me from that determination but, for a moment, perhaps the shade of all those mardi gras spirits from years gone by converged & manifested. i've seen much stranger things happen in the city that care forgot.