Yesterday when I went to pick
up my laundry the laundry guy asked "Where's the
hurricane?" to which I answered "Why are you so
impatient? It's not like we haven't had enough rain!
It'll be here Tuesday." Readers outside the Greater Big
Dig Area (which for purposes of our discussion
encompasses most of New England) may not be aware of the
fact that we had 9 straight days of rain, flooding in
various places -- though not in my house this time -- and
really high rivers all over the place. Then we got a
break. Now it's raining again. Plus ca change, plus
c'est la meme chose.
During the break in the weather, in
fact the day that Governor
I've-got-great-hair-and-live-in-Utah declared that the
state of emergency was over and things were back to
normal (yes, he actually described things as
normal -- in Massachusetts, the least normative
state, abnormal even among blue states), I drove into
Boston to meet "Miriam
for dinner. While waiting for her to check in at the
hotel I watched the pregame show for game 5 of the NLCS
on the tv just off the lobby. I mention the pregame show
because it brought up an interesting statistic: one of
those "that's interesting but is it meaningful?" ones.
According to their statistician, the odds of two teams
that last won back to back World Series in 1917 and 1918
winning back to back World Series in 2004 and 2005 is 1
in 18.1 million. That of course does not actually predict
the odds of the White Sox winning the 2005 World Series
any more than it predicts the odds of the Merrimack River
having a 100 year flood. But it gives the sports talk
shows something to yak about. So after learning this
valuable statistic, we had dinner at P.F. Chang's, a
convenient and decent Chinese restaurant despite being a
chain. Conversation rekindled my somewhat dormant desire
to visit the barely accessible islands of the South
Atlantic -- and all the -stans of course.
Also in the course of that evening
I rediscovered a piece of paper I've been carrying in my
pocket for the last three weeks or so listing topics I
ought to write about . So here they are:
Pawtucket Arts Festival dragon
boat races -- Who knew dragon boat racing on the
Blackstone was such a major event? In addition to the
dragon boat races they had an outstanding, nay
astounding, performance by a percussion group from Taiwan
called Ten Drum Art Percussion Group.
Raptor weekend at ASRI in
Bristol -- Live birds, informational booths, games,
and we got to dissect an owl pellet. That was a lot like
assembling a vole jigsaw puzzle. Actually, using the
handy chart of what the bones of various rodents and
other types of owl prey look like when they are not
supporting the flesh of the prey in question, we were
able to determine that our owl had dined well on two
rodents, one with a fairly large jawbone and one with a
tiny jawbone (that was probably the vole).
Family gathering my cousin's
30th wedding anniversary yes, the one who just turned
50 -- Being married 30 years in this day and age is
an achievement worthy of a big celebration. And so there
was one. This was the weekend after our exciting
adventures with dragon boats and percussion in Pawtucket
and raptors and rodent bones in Bristol. My cousin's
husband is one of those people who is a social nexus
connecting varying social networks. A close college buddy
of the Groton brother, is also a close college buddy of
my cousin's husband. There's one connection. I sat down
at the table with him and his wife and met another one of
his connections -- a couple of guys who live down the
beach (or up the beach) from the Beach Boys and got
married around the same time (2004 was of course a major
marriage year here in Massachusetts). I hit them up to
sponsor me in the Strut for the Strays 'cause of the
Salisbury connection. Then of course I hit up practically
everybody at the party.
McIntyre and Moore, Chinese
hermits -- The bus schedule precluded Nancy from
making it to the anniverary party so I took off to pick
her up at the bus station late in the afternoon. We made
an evening of it with dinner at House of Tibet Kitchen
and a long long long browse at McIntyre and Moore in
Davis Square. I had some vague notion of browsing but not
buying, which didn't stick because I noticed a book on
Chinese hermits on the shelf in the travel section. Not
just any book but a book by Bill Porter, who is actually
Red Pine (or Red Pine is actually Bill Porter) one of my
favorite translators of Chinese poetry. Nancy picked up a
pile of stuff including a reprint of a huge 18th century
treatise on fishing. I read aloud to her many surprising
observations about bait before retiring with my Chinese
hermit book. (See the
booklist for slightly more
of a review.)
Strut for the Strays complete
with Franklin Pierce reference -- Between the folks
at work and the folks at my cousin's anniversary party, I
managed to raise over $300 for the Strut. Cool. The route
starts at the Bartlett Mall (not a shopping mall -- a
mall in the British sense and pronunciation) and goes
down High Street through some of the most historic parts
of Newburyport. We took it at a slower pace so I could
read the historic house markers to Nancy. Most notable
were two houses associated with Caleb Cushing who was
Attorney General in the Franklin Pierce administration:
his house and the house of some associate of his who
hosted Cushing, Pierce, and various other members of
Pierce's cabinet. Uh oh, I now cannot remember whether
Secretary of War Jefferson Davis was one of those
visitors. Better go back and look at that marker again.
Oh, I was the top individual fundraiser too. I amazed
even myself. Fundraising for the cats and Franklin Pierce
all in one afternoon.
Working Waterfront Festival in
New Bedford -- We spent the weekend after the one
described above at the Working
Waterfront Festival in New
Bedford. We had a blast listening to music, attending
readings and panel discussions, visiting the booths with
various high-tech fishing technology or food or books or
art or other fishing-related stuff, and watching
demonstrations of Coast Guard assets. I should write a
whole entry just on this at some point because it was
fabulous. Besides hearing Ana Vinagre sing fado, and
learning about the Norwegian immigrant community in New
Bedford, and hearing fisher-poet Geno Leech, and talking
to the
guy who wrote and illustrated a really wonderful
children's book about a Coast Guard
rescue, and being the
closest I've ever been to a Jayhawk helicopter oh there
was so much more. Like NOAA guys discussing the weather
and fish processing plant workers discussing fish
processing now vs. 30 years ago and Gordon Bok and
Norwegian hardanger fiddle music and silversides jumping
out of the water all over the harbor attracting gulls
galore and ice cream and a great breakfast place
and...
The End of Civilization: Not
--There are two, count them, two bookstores on Moody
Street in Waltham. When was the last time there was any
bookstore on Moody Street? Not only that, I had no idea
that Franz Wright lives in Waltham. Nancy and I
discovered these astounding facts merely by going to New
Mother India for dinner of a Saturday night. After an
exquisite dinner featuring my favorite appetizer,
Kashmiri mushrooms (a New Mother India exclusive) we were
walking back to the car when we noticed Back
Pages. Powerless over
bookstores, we went in. We came out with books -- many of
them, much poetry especially Phillip Whelan as well as a
copy of Eudora Welty's One Writer's Beginnings for
$4.98 and a cheap paperback DH Lawrence The Plumed
Serpent.
Back Pages features both used and
new books and hosts poetry readings including the
aforementioned Franz
Wright who read at their
opening. Nancy was talking poetry with Alex, one of the
owners, and discovered from him that Franz Wright lives
in Waltham. Also that Robert Pinsky is coming to Back
Pages. I signed up for their e-mailing list -- more
excuses to make the trip to New Mother India. I was
talking with Alex's brother who filled me in on the
relative book choosing strengths of Alex and Ezra (the
other owner). Turns out Alex is the poetry maven. We
guessed that. He seemed impossibly young. Turns out both
Alex and Ezra are 2004 graduates of Brandeis and decided
to open a bookstore in Waltham. This despite the end of
civilization having doomed all bookstores to
oblivion.
But wait, there's more. As we
continued down Moody Street in the direction of my car,
we passed More
than Words, another
bookstore. Being tired and kind of book-saturated, we
didn't stop in. Later on I googled them and discovered I
really really should have gone in and now must most
definitely make a return trip to Waltham for this. It
turns out that More than Words is a bookstore with a
difference: it's employees are all in the custody of the
Department of Social Services. They're turning their
lives around by learning bookselling.
Civilization is not ended, merely
changed. For the better.