Today, I finished reading Haruki Murakami’s memoir, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. I gifted it to myself back in August, but decided not to read it until a couple of weeks before I ran my first race…ever. That’s correct: I am 37 years old, and I have never run a race,…
Month: September 2012
If you don’t love bulgher, onions, chickpeas, lemon, and tahini, this isn’t the post for you
On Sunday, I bustled about in the sort of cozy housewifely satisfaction that can only be accurately described by certain Victorian novelists (NOT, I think, George Gissing) and Ellis Peters; I was preparing to make a yummy dinner. My plan: Mexican split pea soup, fresh local corn on the cob (grilled, of course), and a…
And the award for most bitter and unbalanced book review goes to…Jam and Idleness!
Literary awards, it would be shamelessly and untruthfully hyperbolic for me to claim, are the bane of my reading life. But they do irk me something dreadful. I realized a long time ago that the books that I have read that have won major literary awards tend to be books that I would ultimately rather…
An earnest Canadian music lovefest; no, really
I should really be in bed right now. I’ve spent the last two days working my soul off helping out at the 28th annual Vegetarian Food Festival here in la ville de Toronto and I’m shattered. I’ll go back tomorrow so the self-abuse isn’t over; and by self-abuse I mean, besides working too much and…
Jam and Idleness 