While in San Francisco a couple of weeks ago, I may have thwarted a robbery or maybe caused a mass murder. I dont know what happened exactly. We were in a tiny store full of tchotchke: elaborate handmade knives folded into wooden handles, brass paperweights, paper globes of old world maps, paper dolls, journals, and stacks of scented candles. The odor of floral, musk, and honeysuckle filled the store. The store was so narrow that two people couldnt pass down the aisle at the same time. I stood in line to buy a handful of things for my daughter and mother. The cashier asked me whether it was mathematically the same to calculate the tax for each item and then total it up, or if she should total it up and then calculate the tax against the total.
Archive | 2006
My Mac PowerBook, purchased in the summer of 2005, began to experience odd hard drive problems. The computer has always become uncomfortably warm but I never experienced the blistering heat that caused Apple to recall the batteries. The computer has become hot enough that the shape of the case has distorted. When I type now, the computer wobbles back and forth. About two months ago the hard drive suddenly began to act odd. And then one day it wouldnt mount. I rebuilt it. And then a week later it spun to a stop.
From October 21 – December 15th, ArtPatch and the Henry Art Gallery presented a survey of past and present The Stranger Genius Award recipients. I took some pictures before my reading last month and the curator, Sara Krajewski, along Matthew Stadler’s text. His text was displayed on placards next to past winners of the lit prizes in History and Industry-style cases. I didn’t realize I couldn’t take pictures, although judging from the blurry nature of the photographs, I think I must have realized I could be booted. Museum guards make me nervous. In the last year I’ve been to museums in Baltimore, San Francisco, and New York, and invariably I am instructed to move my laptop bag to the front of my person. At the Henry, my furtive shots caused a guard to duck her head in and instruct me: no photographs. So I didn’t get a blurry shot of John Olson’s interesting box of things. All I have are a mound of his journals. But, here it all is if you are at all interested.
Why is it that one of the US’s most visible literary critics feigns such a mumbling degree of articulation about books and the basic figures of literary discourse (the difference between fact and fiction)? In the current New York Times Sunday Book Review, sometimes People magazine reviewer Francine Prose spends more than a hundred words alluding to her easily more-than-a-hundred word mumbley exegesis on the difference between fact and fiction. Presumably this is the topic of one her seminars or classes. This does not bode well for her book, Reading Like a Writer: A Guide for People Who Love Books and for Those Who Want to Write Them.
Here’s my stab at it. Fact is true. Fiction is make-believe. Seven words.
When I left Seattle on Thursday heavy rain was falling and my father-in-law had told me that hundred a mile an hour winds would be coming. When he began to talk about the rain and the wind, my wife and I had a plane to catch and we didnt listen to him, much.
READINGS WITH FOOTNOTES: Jonathan Raban is going to read about an encounter with England’s gloomy genius Philip Larkin. Matt Briggs is going to read a very short story involving a peach and an earwig. John Olson is going to read a prose poem that seems to boil insanely from within. Between readings by these past Stranger literary Geniuses [and now presumably washed up], various Stranger editors will present footnotes—alluring images, true histories, sidelong connections, and obitutaries. By the way, the Henry’s exhibition Take the Cake is up for two more weeks. Henry Art Gallery, 15th Ave NE and NE 41st St, 543-2280. 7 pm, free.) — Christopher Frizzelle, Stranger Suggests.
Seattleite Laurie Blauner has been steadily releasing poetry collections in for years and I rarely see any mention of her work anywhere which makes me wonder how many writers like her are lurking in the kitchens and basements of Seattle? Cherry Grove Collections just released a book of poems, All of this Could be Yours. Her next novel, Infinite Kindness, will be released this winter. Shes will read from both books at Richard Hugo House next month ( Saturday, 20 January 2007 at 2 pm in the cabaret.)
I’ve been struggling through Michel Foucault’s The Order of Things, a book that is actually pretty lucid compared to Discipline and Punish and compared to some post-modern or Marxist stuff I sometimes to try to read, Foucault is downright jargon-free(tm). My interest in this book has been learning how information is organized and how we came to develop our organization of symbols. The alphabet is a paradox to me. Why does C follow B?