October 2012


Michael Chabon - Telegraph Avenue

It’s not unusual for me to wake middle of the night, mildly panicked. I know of many others who complain of a similar mid-night state, and I assume something very basic is coming off the brain stem at those moments, a black fog that will eventually get the better of us all. It’s evidence of mortality’s slow creep into the system, I reckon, and that realization just exacerbates the panic .


Fenghua Bridge, Marc Mimram

I’ve talked before about how the interesting people I meet are a big part of the satisfaction I derive from this job as realtor. A couple of weeks ago I met a new client at my Helen St listing (now sold). Liu lives in China and her daughter is at school here.



My son, Lucian, has been reading through collections of miscellany lately. After school he steals away to his room with his latest Bathroom Reader (they’re better than they sound), and he emerges around supper with his head full of new little nuggets. He’d be all the rage at cocktail parties. Last week, for example, he revealed with a great deal of pride that Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was the first American poet to have indoor plumbing.

Modern Eon vs Patchwork Gardens - A Weekly Round-Up

Modern Eon - Fiction Tales

The Teardrop Explodes formed in Liverpool in the late 1970s. Perhaps you’ve heard of them? Or at least of their loopy lead singer Julian Cope, who’s held up remarkably well. Echo & The Bunnymen were formed about the same time as Teardrop. In fact, for a while Ian McCullough, lead for the Bunnymen, was a bandmate of Cope’s. That’s a lot of talent to try to contain on one stage.

Modern Eon came out of the same city, at about the same time. But even if you’re familiar with the other two, and are sympathetic to the punk and New Wave music of late 70s, early 80s England, you might well have missed them.