NOº 5474

30 Things I Love Right Now: [05.04.14]

(1) Hwy 82, from Tuscaloosa to Greenwood, MS, and back again. (Mississippi’s growing on me.) | (2) My new haircut. | (3) TurnRow Book Co. | (4) Jamie & Co. @ TurnRow Book Co. | (5) My friend Andrew. And & Co. (@ TurnRow) | (6) My friend/kindred spirit, K–, who (still) puts up with me and my antics/oddities and who even (still) sometimes seems to get a kick out of them. Is she laughing with me? At me? Usually the latter. But she likes laughing at people, so it’s okay. And, more important, she likes good people, and I think she (still) likes me, so. I’ve got that going for me. | (7) Listening to “Races” by Glen Hansard. On Hwy 82. And then listening to it again. (“Will you come walk beside me / To the end of this story / And I’ll let you go gently / Among your own kind…”) | (8) Answering questions about something I’ve written. Not perfectly. Or smoothly. Or perhaps even correctly. But still: feeling like said answers are at least true to me and to what I’ve written. Which, I mean, makes sense: I’m never perfect or smooth, and I’m often incorrect. | (9) The fried alligator (w. fried jalapenos) at the Delta Bistro in Greenwood. | (10) Starkville, MS, oddly enough. Turns out it’s the Blacksburg, VA, of Mississippi. Which, I mean, makes sense: cow college. Middle of nowhere. Foil to the upscale flagship to the north. A best-kept-secret sort of place. | (11) College towns, generally. | (12) Oktibbeha, the word. | (13) Kickball in the park. | (14) My work life. | (15) TFA people. | (16) A long-but-not-too-long Sunday drive. | (17) A Sunday, period, yawning in front of me. | (18) A summer yawning before me. | (19) A plan for how to fill it. | (20) Buzzards on the side of the road. | (21) A fractionally clearer sense of how not-no operates in my life. | (22) How not having a couch is a not-no, how TV is too, and nostalgia. Not these things themselves. Knowing their not-no nature. (How making no sense on the internet is a not-no…) | (23) Hawks. In the sky. Gliding, riding the current. | (24) A Separation by Asghar Farhadi. | (25) True Love: A Practice for Awakening the Heart by Thich Nhat Hanh. | (26) Postcards from Martone. | (27) Sitting, quiet, waiting for all 30 things to reveal themselves. | (28) Writing 30 things out by hand, on a single sheet of unlined paper. | (29) Writing 30 things out by hand, on a single sheet of unlined paper, and, as I’ve done with increasing regularity lately, keeping it to — saving it for? — myself. | (30) Writing 30 things out by hand, on a single sheet of unlined paper, and (still) sometimes sharing it.

NOº 5463

FYI/411: TurnRow Book Co. Greenwood, MS. 05.03.14.


Be there or be square. 5 PM. I sign. (I have good penmanship.) I read. (I sound like Tobey Maguire.) I juggle cats. And chainsaws! In Greenwood, Mississippi. Amen. Fun. Times.

NOº 5456

30 Things I Love Right Now: [03.22.14]


(1) Hymn for the Black Terrific by Kiki Petrosino. | (2) Poems Descriptive of Rural Life and Scenery by Tim Earley. | (3) Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life by Anne Lamott. | (4) Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer. | (5) Martin Scorsese’s The Blues: A Musical Journey. | (6) Ken Burns’s Jazz. | (7) Which is to say: time to read and re-read, watch and re-watch, consider and re-consider. | (8) People-watching. | (9) Specifically: all the bleary-eyed but — no, and, therefore — beautiful people in the coffee shop on a Saturday morning. (Where are you going, where have you been, etc.) | (10) JB Lenoir. | (11) Skip James. | (12) El Barrio. | (13) Murals. With sun. | (14) Misplacing my phone. For a time. Not losing my phone. Losing my phone sucks. But having a vague idea of where it might be (and where it might be if it isn’t there) — and being out of earshot of these might-be places. | (15) Writing bars at Andrew’s behest. | (16) Horns. | (17) Horn-rims. | (18) The theme song to Rocky. | (19) Occasion to remember, fondly, Memorial Stadium in Baltimore (see above). Which is to say… (20) Cal Ripken, Sr. smacking fungoes to his sons. | (21) Mike Boddicker’s curveball. | (22) Watching George Brett when the Royals came to town. | (23) Thank God I’m a  Country Boy. | (24) Fred Lynn running into the centerfield wall every single opening day. | (25) Jim Trabor. The prototypical John Kruk. | (26) Joe Orsulak. The prototypical Joe Orsulak. | (27) 1989. (Why not?!) | (28) Floyd Rayford. | (29) Rene Gonzalez. | (30) The bumper-to-bumper drive all the way through the Charm City (in what then seemed to be its vast and interminable entirety), listening to Chuck Thompson’s pre-game on the radio, then, finally, the slow tectonic shift into the (also bumper-to-bumper) gravel parking lot outside the stadium, this whole procession perfectly paced to build the unbearable tension in anticipation of that first magical glimpse, from the concourse, through a portal, of the impossibly bright green grass in the outfield.

NOº 5450

Sacred Text: “Coming Through Slaughter” by Michael Ondaatje

I should have to pay Michael Ondaatje royalties for every time I have invoked the acknowledgments to this book, a half-true, fittingly lyrical novelization of the life of real-life jazz legend Buddy Bolden:

While I have used real names and characters and historical situations I have also used more personal pieces of friends and fathers. There have been some date changes, some characters brought together, and some facts have been expanded or polished to suit the truth of fiction. [Emphasis added.]

The truth about the past (present and future too) rests on a covered bridge between what we know and what we don’t know. Sometimes it spits into the swift current below, imagines that small but irretrievable part of itself rushing away to become part of a great big sea. This is what we know (and love) as storytelling.

NOº 5444

Sacred Texts: “Guns, Germs and Steel: The Fates of Human Societies” by Jared Diamond


Diamond considers just how much this leads to that. One or two simple advantages — horses, gunpowder, the right kind of immune system — helps cadres of three or four dozen Spaniards slaughter thousands of lesser-equipped native warriors in the New World. Entire ways of life, peoples, stores of knowledge vanish forever from the earth as a result. The path is set. If quilted armor could stop a forged blade swung in malice, if stones were more deadly than bullets, the world might be a very different place. Reminiscent of that scene in It’s a Wonderful Life where Clarence the angel explains to George Bailey how, when he’s removed from the tiny puzzle that is Bedford Falls, the entire world changes. Mr. Gower, Martini, Mary, a transport full of soldiers waiting for a hero in his little brother, Harry — all of them rely on the very subtle interconnectedness of, you know, Things. Butterflies, yes, do stir up tsunamis. What is built is already ruined. Etc.

NOº 5438

30 Things I Love Right Now: [02.02.14]


(1) Philip Seymour Hoffman. | (2) Travelers. | (3) Hosts. | (4) Traveling. | (5) Hosting. | (6) Surrender. As a survival instinct. | (7) Ice in my beard. | (8) Salsa verde. | (9) Songs. | (10) Sounds. | (11) Playing with #9 and #10. Making them, I mean. Playing at making them. | (12) Karen Armstrong’s A History of God. | (13) El. | (14) Yahweh. | (15) Marduk. | (16) Etc. | (17) Which is to say: the ancient near-eastern jostling of Gods. | (18) K–’s people. | (19) Which is to say: kindred spirits. Kind ones. | (20) Bluff Park Elementary School. Gracious port in the storm. | (21) Four-wheel drive and an intrepid captain at the wheel. | (22) R & R. | (22)Never Let Go” by Tom Waits, the sentiment of which generally flies in the face of the sentiment behind #6 above. But. Which. I mean… | (23) Paradox. | (24) News from the Delta. | (25) Invited talks. (Thanks, B–) | (26) Invited talks. (Thanks, A–) | (27) The osmosis effect of spending time with someone who has energy to burn. (Again: thanks, A–) | (28) Bikini Kill. | (29) Peyton Manning. | (30) Russell Wilson.

NOº 5429

30 Things I Love Right Now: [01.12.14]


(1) Warm sun in winter. | (2) My new dining room table from the Upcycle folks. | (3) Blood on the Tracks. | (4) Particularly: “Idiot Wind.” | (5) Lyrics. Generally. (Jolie Holland says she gets all the poetry she needs from song lyrics. I think that’s like saying you get all the beef you need from chicken. Now: I do believe you can get your protein from chicken, thus making beef nutritionally redundant. That I can get on board with. (And maybe even you can make an argument that chicken is a better source of protein than beef is, and I might just grant your point there too…) Also: I can get on board with… | (6) Ending sentences with prepositions. | (7) “If That’s Alright” by Jeff Tweedy in his Uncle Tupelo days. | (8)  Crystallized ginger. | (9) Manchego cheese. | (10) Particularly when it is stuffed into dates, wrapped in bacon, baked and then swabbed with Grade A maple syrup. Holy. Moses. | (11) Asparagus. Roasted. | (12) OK Computer. Still. | (13) Johnny Cash. | (14) A new trend/tool in my life: writing letters to people with the express intent to never send said letter. Abraham Lincoln did that a lot. | (15) This realization: it’s been almost twelve years since I had the Sunday Blues. | (16) Kissing my dog on the snout. Which sometimes makes her sneeze. In protest, I’ve always assumed. | (17) Wearing a silly hat around the house. | (18) Fuzzy guitar noise. Walls and/or waves of it. | (19)  St. Augustine’s Confessions. Still. That’s a fella whose mind was a-buzz. Just a-buzz. No wonder he turned to Jesus. | (20)  Notes-to-self. (See above.) | (21) Postcards. | (22) Trading work with excellent writers who also  happen to be excellent friends. | (23) K– and M– and K–, who bought me pizza. | (24) S– and D–, who ate with me at my new table. And watched a Terrence Malick movie with me. And talked about God &tc. | (25) Poems. | (26) Songs. | (27) “Monogamy.” Gestating. | (28) Nature. (Still.) | (29) Grace. (Still.) | (30) The semi-impenetrable, in theory and practice.

NOº 5394

30 Things I Love Right Now: [12.31.13]


(1 – 30) Nature and Grace.

Which is to say, this, which I wrote — as notes-to-self — in TJ: The Owner’s Manual* this morning:

[*Hat-tip: Havi Brooks's The Book of You.]

The Two Ways

Via Terrence Malick’s The Tree of Life:

“The nuns taught us there are two ways through life: the way of nature and the way of grace. You have to choose which one you’ll follow. Grace doesn’t try to please itself. Accepts being slighted, forgotten, disliked. Accepts insults and injuries. Nature only wants to please itself. Get others to please it too. Likes to lord it over them. To have its own way. It finds reasons to be unhappy when all the world is shining around it, when love is smiling through all things. They taught us that no one who loves the way of grace ever comes to a bad end. I will be true to you. Whatever comes.”

As I Understand [It]:

I believe God dwells in the exponential relationship between the two ways. How 8 × 8 >8 + 8. How 64 is not 8 or even two eights. God isn’t limited to the realm of Nature or the realm of Grace. God serves, fittingly enough, as the operator (or power: 8 to the second power) between the two, to create something larger than they can make on their own or even in tandem.

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NOº 5383

30 Things I Love Right Now: [12.01.13]

(1) Black Friday. Sleeping through it. | (2) The ending of Colum McCann’s Let the Great World Spin. Which I finally, finally got to. It’s like the prize at the bottom of a box of Cracker Jacks. Also: reading said ending on the plane. On the tarmac. At night. In the throes of thwarted post-Thanksgiving weekend travel. Transported, indeed. | (3) Listening to my brother Mike and his cousin Al talk about Mt. Morris, New York. | (4) My bright-eyed niece and nephew. | (5) Their mother and father (my sister and brother-in-law). | (6) Their little lap-dog puppy. Who is the spitting image of Carol Channing. | (7) My own 16-year-old lap-dog. Who seemed sick but isn’t. | (8) Roasted garlic. | (9) Fire in the Carolinas. | (10) Which is to say: Michael Thornton, who I see once a year at Thanksgiving and who is a good, kindhearted man who has suffered and been redeemed. By any means necessary. | (11) Notes. Handwritten. Sent and received. | (12) Family. Oblong and catawampus. | (13) My little house. | (14) The bleached-out partly cloudy early winter sky of the grandest Middle Atlantic state. | (15) The nighttime air that smells like snow. | (16) Blackened scallops at the Idylwood Grill & Wine Bar in Falls Church, Virginia. | (17) Tuning my guitar. Which means I miss… | (18) Playing my guitar. | (19) Wanting to write. Not just wanting to write but feeling the, well, gestation process starting. Which means… | (20) Knowing I will be writing soon, come hell or high water. | (21) The paraplegic guy on this week’s Guy’s Grocery Games. | (22) Birmingham, Alabama, actually. | (23) Victory laps. | (24) That I have a job that involves victory laps, twice per year. | (25) Which is to say: taking stock and looking ahead, simultaneously, as things wind down. | (26) Which is to say: things winding down. | (27) Tomatoes and corn. | (28) Peas and mint. | (29) Things that grow together. | (30) Having the guts to be weird.

NOº 5372

30 Things I Love Right Now: [11.18.13]

(1) Sirens. (Please see above.) | (2) Avatars. (Ibid.) | (3) Which is to say: this. | (4) Cooking and teaching. | (5) Cooking and teaching as ways to learn. | (6) Rest! | (7) This. (Which is to say: Ezra. Which is to say: inspirational strangers.) | (8) And this. | (9) Hoaxes. | (10) Goofing on Elvis (hey, baby…) | (11) Having fun. | (12) Yellow pants. | (13) The Thousand Yard Stare. | (14) The Five o’ clock Shadow. | (15) Which is to say: Andy Kaufman. | (16) The Letterman morning show. Back in the day. | (17) Letterman, whenever. | (18) Zatir. | (19) Slow-cooked pork and apples. | (20) Mist in the valley behind my house. | (21) Every piece of clothing I own, washed and folded and put away. | (22) Dirges. | (23) Singalongs. | (24) Green olives. | (25) Getting ready to teach Life of Pi. | (26) Knife skills. | (27) The Improvisational Cook by… (28) Sally Schneider. | (29) “Improvisational cooking demands that you shift your thinking, or at least temporarily put rigid notions and fears aside. This is true learning: gaining information and, more often than not, success from being willing to make mistakes and a mess or two.” –S. Schneider | (30) Making a mess. Or two. (Or ten or twenty. Etc…)