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Notes · · Tucson

Greasy Spoon Mind Trick

Every time it rains, the yard grows a fuzzy green, like a chia pet. It's all weeds but it's kind of pretty until the weeds get taller and start looking like themselves and then out come the gloves, the rake, and the podcasts.

Lately, I've gotten in the habit of tidying up the yard on Saturday mornings. I get up early and listen to podcasts while I'm doing it. Often, the yard doesn't actually need work, but I want to listen to my programs so there I am with my earphones in, raking, pruning, potting. It's one of those things where you combine something you don't like doing with something you enjoy to trick your brain into thinking you're having fun. Like when we had to go the laundromat on Saturday mornings, we'd stop at Frank's Diner for breakfast on the way, so our brains didn't think we were doing laundry. Our brains thought we were eating pancakes. At least at first. By Friday, we'd even stop saying "You know what we have to do this weekend? The L word." The L word being what we called the unmentionable thing we didn't like doing at the laundromat on Saturday mornings. But by Friday night we'd have stopped saying that and we'd be talking about tomorrow's breakfast at Frank's. 

Notes · · Tucson

A Very California Experience

Agave plants

We're back from our Thanksgiving road trip. We had a very California experience. We ate vegan frozen yogurt on Sunset Boulevard. We learned a new word: chipster (Chicano hipster). We got lost walking ten miles all over downtown Los Angeles. Do they still say nobody walks in L.A.? We saw lots of people walking. Hello! we'd say and people were mostly friendly and said hello back and offered directions. Others were crazy and didn't notice us at all, including the angry guy chasing after the babbling guy with a length of steel pipe. But that was okay. You can't always talk to everyone. On the 5 we saw rain and rainbows, snow, cows, and lots of different types of fruit trees. We listened to audiobooks.  Anne Lamott and Joan Didion had lots to say. David Sedaris and Kiese Laymon did too. 

Santa Cruz was cold and green and beautiful. The friends we were visiting there live in the hills of Aptos. Hiram was meeting Julie and Lesa for the first time. As he drove the winding road up through the hills to Julie's house, I expected to see Ewoks and he wondered aloud if she lived in a cabin with whistling dwarves and little birds that do housework. She doesn't, but there are squirrels and deer and joggers. They jump from tree to tree, pass through the yard, and make their way up and down the street. Lesa doesn't live in a cabin with dwarves either, but she does have stylish children. I didn't ask if they whistle.

Julie turned us on to Santiago Artemis's show on Netflix. "Every episode is about the shoulder pads." Then we wanted to turn her on to La Casa de Las Flores. Have you seen season one? Isn't it outrageous? A telenovela for the smart Gen-X Mexican demographic. It did feel a little slow and desaturated after Santi's many outfit changes, so if you're going to watch both shows, I'd recommend starting with Casa de Las Flores then when you're warmed up, move on to Santiago. 

Also, it's important to watch Casa de Las Flores in Spanish. There's an English version but with the dub you miss out on Cecila Suarez' staccato delivery. I wouldn't want you to watch the show without it. 

Notes · · Tucson

Glitch

Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.

― Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices

Photos · · Tucson

October Plumeria

Plumeria

We've been looking for clay pot planters at yard sales because buying them new can get expensive. People at yard sales often just want to get rid of them, so they'll practically give them to you. At one recently, there were a lot of planters and a lot of succulents. We came home with some of the pots and this plumeria.

Notes · · Tucson

Christmas in October

Sooner than later all sorts of people will be up in arms about people saying Merry Christmas again. I think I'd settle for people just saying good morning to each other again.

Links · · NYT

What it means to be silent

Literature, because it is made of language, returns language to us. If we have the words, we are not silenced, although we learn, through the enforced quiet of reading, what it means to be silent. – Jeanette Winterson

Photos · · Tucson

Citrus reveal party

Citrus reveal party. We moved into a house in May with a diligent little citrus tree in the yard that looks like it’s been cut down a few times but keeps coming back. When it bloomed we compared the

Citrus reveal party. We moved into a house in May with a diligent little citrus tree in the yard that looks like it’s been cut down a few times but kept coming back. When it bloomed we compared the flowers to those on trees at the nursery. Our best guess was that it’s a lemon tree. But we were prepared to love and squeeze and savor its fruit whatever it might be. It turns out it’s a lime tree, and to be honest that’s what we were hoping for.

Photos · · Tucson

This is what it looks like. It’s when Hiram makes blue corn tortillas for dinner quesadillas but not what it looks like when you wake up angry, from a dream that a family of four has cut in front of

This is what it looks like. It’s when Hiram makes blue corn tortillas for dinner quesadillas but not what it looks like when you wake up angry, from a dream that a family of four has cut in front of

This is what it looks like. It’s when Hiram makes blue corn tortillas for dinner quesadillas but not what it looks like when you wake up angry, from a dream that a family of four has cut in front of you in line at the Blue Willow and is ordering blueberry pancakes to go. What kind of nightmare monsters buy carry out pancakes? Good morning!

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Some Loft Cinema memories: All the not rated foreign films they let us high schoolers into in the eighties when the teeny tiny theater was in a room of that old church above the bike shop on Sixth Str

Some Loft Cinema memories: All the not rated foreign films they let us high schoolers into in the eighties when the teeny tiny theater was in a room of that old church above the bike shop on Sixth Str

Some Loft Cinema memories: All the not rated foreign films they let us high schoolers into in the eighties when the teeny tiny theater was in a room of that old church above the bike shop on Sixth Street. Sneaking Taco Salad into Taxi Zum Klo, and thinking popcorn would have been a safer pairing. Rocky Horror Picture Show. Structurally unsound dancing in the aisles to Stop Making Sense. Dennis Hopper impersonations at the urinal after Blue Velvet. Almodóvar, Almodóvar, Almodóvar, Kubrick, and wtf Jodorowsky. And so on.

Notes · · Tucson

Amanda Gris

What if the novel in you is one you yourself would never read? A beach novel, a blockbuster, a long, windy, character-driven literary drama that ends sadly? What if the one novel in you is the opposite of your idea of yourself?
― Alexander Chee, How to Write an Autobiographical Novel: Essays