Naw...not a a dork. More like a fork that needs work, but shiny as hell in the tines, and deftly intertwines with a days mood, easily understood, and invariably good...to read, which fulfills a need we all have for a piquant salve to sweetly lubricate the morning state of things and our first beginnings stated in a way, dare I say, of a domestic Hemingway on a lovely rampage of language in an uncertain age. Not a dork but a spark on a lark you should not miss after reading this--that's our Chris!
C'mon..."Never sleep with a woman whose troubles are worse than your own"??? I would turn that (her) on its head. I say load up on troubles then find the appropriate woman to overwhelm them and have the sleep time of your life! Like a loose garden hose, baybee. As for reading slowly, some say you can then hear God talking in the silences between the words, so I adore slow or fast smart reading people. Period. Like you. Glib, smart, nonsensical, deep as a butterfly's thought--those are my metaphors for delight when soaring and gliding
through the giddy green light of the season.
This one buzzed in like a fast ball in April: Spring zing breaking down into live arm art. How great thou...
P.S. The Cubs are not broken. They're just slow readers...of curve balls. After all, it's only April, chapter 1 in the great book of baseball. Don't read ahead.
On my 20th book of the year, but don't judge me. Plenty of time and I'm still getting to all the grandkids soccer and baseball. And I'm watching The Pitt.
you have hit it out of the park...my grand daughter is named grace kelley...such a dream this life. thank you Chris : so glad you write for us...and go boys in blue for : the best distraction in these times.
Today's column is a hoot! Grammar can be tricky. I loved your garden hose metaphor: "That’s my life as well: a misbehaving garden hose. 'Dr. Freud, clean up on Aisle 6. Dr. Freud…' ” And yes, it did make me laugh.
My former husband was also a voracious and quick reader. I, on the other hand, am, like you, a slow reader. I once asked Mr X to describe to me the book that he had just consumed in a single glance (or so it seemed to me). He just gave me a blank stare at first. Then he thought about it for a minute and gave me an apt one-sentence summary.
P.S.S.--Want a book to read? Read "Orbital", by Samantha Harvey, a slim novel that won The Booker in 2024. Its lyrical prosody has a thrilling beauty to it that almost makes you swoon as you are drowned in its imagery. You can read it slowly for maximum effect, an orbit at a time, as it is the chronicle of a space capsule's orbiting astronaut's thoughts, and it is timely, easily synced with the recent moonshot experience. But perhaps more meaningfully, its loveliness is in its perspective, a cosmology of wonder and love for the revolving blue ball we call "home". It makes every event in our troubled tumultuous time seem like a dust mote, our own individual concerns seem like the motions of sub-atomic particles. That alone would perhaps seem a feeling (understanding?) worth cultivating; at least for me.
Thank you for the book recommendation, Forrest. I will look into it when I finish the books I have lined up to read. I spent an afternoon watching the Artemis II capsule re-enter Earth's orbit and splashing into the ocean off of San Diego. I imagine that, given the length of time, it was akin to watching a Norwegian slow television program.
Swing hard. If you strike out, walk back to the dugout and forget about it next time you come to the plate. The next swing might send it over the fence…or into a double play. Either way, you tried. Going to Dodger Stadium tonight so I have baseball on the brain. They’ll all be wearing 42 today.
Looking forward to Descanso. I missed the tulips for the first time in years. Hoping to catch the lilacs. Most of my sleeping partners have been too good for me. Enuf said.
Smart women and strong women, you can't go wrong. That's why I married one. One of these days we'll fly out to attend one of those Gin and Tonic club meetings. I'd love to meet Miss Suzie....
I'd love that 😍 💕
Naw...not a a dork. More like a fork that needs work, but shiny as hell in the tines, and deftly intertwines with a days mood, easily understood, and invariably good...to read, which fulfills a need we all have for a piquant salve to sweetly lubricate the morning state of things and our first beginnings stated in a way, dare I say, of a domestic Hemingway on a lovely rampage of language in an uncertain age. Not a dork but a spark on a lark you should not miss after reading this--that's our Chris!
Ah, Grace; leaning over to give Jimmy a smooch. Sexiest scene on celluloid.
C'mon..."Never sleep with a woman whose troubles are worse than your own"??? I would turn that (her) on its head. I say load up on troubles then find the appropriate woman to overwhelm them and have the sleep time of your life! Like a loose garden hose, baybee. As for reading slowly, some say you can then hear God talking in the silences between the words, so I adore slow or fast smart reading people. Period. Like you. Glib, smart, nonsensical, deep as a butterfly's thought--those are my metaphors for delight when soaring and gliding
through the giddy green light of the season.
This one buzzed in like a fast ball in April: Spring zing breaking down into live arm art. How great thou...
P.S. The Cubs are not broken. They're just slow readers...of curve balls. After all, it's only April, chapter 1 in the great book of baseball. Don't read ahead.
Hi! Suzanne.
magniloquent ~ ~ ~ ????!!!!!! yee- ha !
On my 20th book of the year, but don't judge me. Plenty of time and I'm still getting to all the grandkids soccer and baseball. And I'm watching The Pitt.
Please reveal the title of Ms Susie’s latest book! I read at least three books a week and could use some home related info.
you have hit it out of the park...my grand daughter is named grace kelley...such a dream this life. thank you Chris : so glad you write for us...and go boys in blue for : the best distraction in these times.
Zaftig
What’s wrong with a Kennedy?
Today's column is a hoot! Grammar can be tricky. I loved your garden hose metaphor: "That’s my life as well: a misbehaving garden hose. 'Dr. Freud, clean up on Aisle 6. Dr. Freud…' ” And yes, it did make me laugh.
My former husband was also a voracious and quick reader. I, on the other hand, am, like you, a slow reader. I once asked Mr X to describe to me the book that he had just consumed in a single glance (or so it seemed to me). He just gave me a blank stare at first. Then he thought about it for a minute and gave me an apt one-sentence summary.
P.S.S.--Want a book to read? Read "Orbital", by Samantha Harvey, a slim novel that won The Booker in 2024. Its lyrical prosody has a thrilling beauty to it that almost makes you swoon as you are drowned in its imagery. You can read it slowly for maximum effect, an orbit at a time, as it is the chronicle of a space capsule's orbiting astronaut's thoughts, and it is timely, easily synced with the recent moonshot experience. But perhaps more meaningfully, its loveliness is in its perspective, a cosmology of wonder and love for the revolving blue ball we call "home". It makes every event in our troubled tumultuous time seem like a dust mote, our own individual concerns seem like the motions of sub-atomic particles. That alone would perhaps seem a feeling (understanding?) worth cultivating; at least for me.
Thank you for the book recommendation, Forrest. I will look into it when I finish the books I have lined up to read. I spent an afternoon watching the Artemis II capsule re-enter Earth's orbit and splashing into the ocean off of San Diego. I imagine that, given the length of time, it was akin to watching a Norwegian slow television program.
Thank you for the much-needed early morning laugh.❤️
Swing hard. If you strike out, walk back to the dugout and forget about it next time you come to the plate. The next swing might send it over the fence…or into a double play. Either way, you tried. Going to Dodger Stadium tonight so I have baseball on the brain. They’ll all be wearing 42 today.
Enjoy the game!
Looking forward to Descanso. I missed the tulips for the first time in years. Hoping to catch the lilacs. Most of my sleeping partners have been too good for me. Enuf said.
The unseasonable heat took the tulips out too quick. A shame. Still plenty to see. Looking forward to it.
Smart women and strong women, you can't go wrong. That's why I married one. One of these days we'll fly out to attend one of those Gin and Tonic club meetings. I'd love to meet Miss Suzie....
We’d love that!!! Honestly.
Swing hard at LIFE!
(And take a 7th inning stretch after every inning)