John Updike, in 2 acts
February 22, 2009
Filed in: The Home Front, The Way We Live Now
Life’s a shabby subterfuge
And death is real, and dark, and huge.
Those are lines from one of the last poems from John Updike.
The man is cold in his grave—he died, in case you’ve been under a particularly large boulder, nearly a month ago now. But damnit, I have two Updike sitings to...
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Just for the record…
January 21, 2009
Filed in: The Home Front, The Way We Live Now
The United States swore a new president in yesterday. You may have heard?
(photo ganked from The New York Times)
It’s silly to blog about the most-covered event since 9/11, so just skip this post; it’s only for my digital posterity (since T tried in vain to obtain some hard-paper copies of...
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The last thing I will ever write about Sarah Palin
December 28, 2008
Filed in: Alaska, The Way We Live Now
I know, the world is going to hell in a handbasket, and as we put the final blows to 2008 and drag a shaking and shivering 09 onto the stage, you’re as fried and dried as the leftover Panettone bread pudding from Christmas morning.
But! Hasn’t it been nice, these past six weeks, to not have any...
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Speechless: A Rilly Long Election Entry
November 17, 2008
Filed in: The Home Front, The Way We Live Now
I know, it’s been 13 days and I still haven’t written a thing.
Partly—mostly—it’s because lots and lots of better writers said it more eloquently already. All I can do is say “amen” to their “amens.”
And a little bit it’s also because, like many other people in the United States and maybe...
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Deja vu all over again
October 10, 2008
Filed in: The Way We Live Now
What does it remind you of, this past week? Why do these days feel so … familiar? The stock market bleeding out so shockingly, Bush nervously addressing the nation to no positive effect, crowds being whipped into a frenzy of fear and hate (see you in hell, S.P., for that one), regular people...
