Wednesday, September 26, 2012


Peanut has been reading a lot of books lately. For a while, he was reading a book a day. It started with Willa Cather's My Mortal Enemy, which sort of makes sense, doesn't it? I mean, the book was just sitting there on the table, declaring itself as the bad guy, why wouldn't Peanut read it? But then, it was a Florence travel book, A Drinking Life by Pete Hamill, Alice Munro's Too Much Happiness, James Joyce's Dubliners, and even a second copy of My Mortal Enemy. I'd come home from work to find them on the ground, sometimes open, sometimes closed, always looking worn out.

Interview interlude with David Hasselhoff:

DH: Really? Peanut is reading books?

Me: Oh, did I say "reading"? I meant "eating."

Hi everyone,

I haven't been posting! I'm in a bit of a funk, partly to do with layoffs in my office, partly to do with loved ones trying to figure out the balance between love and life. But I took a long weekend in Joshua Tree and the loft has had some cosmetic surgery, so I'll post pictures up soon. And, no, none of this has anything to do with writing.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Strange Fruit

I caught the tail end of this story on NPR this morning and then got it sent to me by a friend. It describes the life of Abel Meeropol, the man who wrote "Strange Fruit," including why he used the pen name Lewis Allen. I've always found "Strange Fruit" to be an incredibly powerful song, but I never visually read the lyrics before. Here they are. And the article has a video of Lady Day singing it too.

Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh,
And the sudden smell of burning flesh!

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for a tree to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

What's Peanut eating? He found some sort of hard little ball this morning that I couldn't force out of his mouth. He swallowed it whole. I'm a little freaked that it will be another thousand dollar bite.