Thursday, January 25, 2007

Waxing Nostalgic


(This is the general store, circa 1960 via this link)

So, I've been steeping myself in tea, folksy stuff like morel hunting, and my father's childhood marble games. For whatever reason, the call of my redneck past (there are a hundred ways to cover it) pulls like old style taffy, like I saw in a candy store my aunt took me to when I was far too old to have never seen taffy pulled but I was fascinated all the same. Suddenly I've been writing again, with my heart checking in and my inner critic checking out, and it has been bliss. The tangled stories of my past and present make a boring blog but here is one of the more memorable things I've been toying with:

Remembering a long walk on the parkway that turned into getting lost in the middle of the Blue Ridge, stuck on a dirt road that seemingly led to nowhere but in fact led to a town not unlike the dreamy one in Big Fish... a strange, forgotten piece of backwardness known as Edgemont. There was literally a church, an open air pavilion for picnics and revivals, and a stark white general store that was, as luck would have it, closed. No one was nearby. It was eerily deserted, as if everyone walked out in 1960 and never came back. Luckily for us, someone did, in a beat up old pickup truck that seemed doubtful but was our ticket out of the backwoods. I rode in the back with my dog, longing for nothing more than a drink of water and a paved road.



You can read about the history of the place here. After looking at the pictures of the interior, I am immensely sad that I didn't get a chance to go inside and buy a glass bottled Coke. Heck, I bet they have Cheerwine.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Sour Patch Kids vs. Gummy Bears: aka LOTR geekdom

Okay, I know I'm going all prolific as of late, but I just had to post a link to this incredible recreation of the Battle of Helm's Deep (that's from Tolkien's "The Two Towers" for all you none LOTR geeks out there):
CANDY SCALE REPLICA OF THE BATTLE OF HELM'S DEEP .

Love the nerd pathways. Love the tootsie pop catapults. Sigh. I found this, of course, via that portal of all sugary goodness, www.candyaddict.com.

T-Ball on Whole Wheat

While perusing an issue of Parents, I found this gem of wisdom: "Give kids older than 2 some early T-ball practice by playing catch with stuff like a roll of paper towels, a package of napkins, or a loaf of bread" (February 2007, pg. 77). Yep, you read that correctly. A loaf of bread. Doesn't everyone want to toss around a loaf of bread with their toddler? Supposedly, this "soft" catch is a good way to put away your groceries. Ahem. Has anyone at Parents ever soft caught a loaf of bread themselves? My children are not like golden retrievers, designed with soft grasps capable of leaving the bread shaped and intact. No, unless we want our grilled cheese on bread squished half the size, I'll be putting the bread up myself, Parents.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

I'll have my cake and eat it, too!

Okay... I feel a rant coming on. In light of the new year, what with the glut of good intentions to scale back, pare down, or any other euphemism you want to use for lose weight, I get irritated. Not about people wanting to diet or exercise--that's their personal business. No, it is all the hubbub that accompanies it that gets my goat. "Oh, I couldn't possibly eat that... it's too rich," is the response to a chocolate brownie, while something like a fruit pastry/pound cake/white cake with frosting/pudding/apple pie/oatmeal raisin cookie/chocolate chip muffin/gingerbread etc. is somehow seen as a "lighter" alternative. What? Just because something is not dark and decadent looking, it somehow escapes censure? The lack of cocoa somehow makes it less fat and calorie laden? There is no end to the times when I have been out to dinner with others and they look askance at my chocolate dessert, lamenting how they can't eat that kind of thing, whilst they've consumed a plateful of appetizers, several alcoholic drinks, the entire content of a bread basket, and an oversized entree... but they can't fathom how I can eat chocolate? Hmmm.
I purposely eat less of my meal so that I can have the whole damn piece of cake, calories and all. It's just priorities, people!

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Two year old theology



Recent theological progression in the life of a two year old:

S. calls her new baby doll "the baby Jesus." This illicits such comments as, "Mama! Where da baby Jesus go?!" or "Baby Jesus need diaper change." Ahem. Right now, Baby Jesus is crumpled up in a dolly bed with her tights off...so there you go.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

quickie review to begin the new year...

I could blather on about new year's resolutions, with staunch declarations of how grateful I am for the last year and how disciplined I will be in the new one--but none of that is interesting or particularly true (as far as discipline goes!). Instead, here's a briefing on what I've been seeing/listening to since the Christmas gifting frenzy ensued:

Listening:
Death Cab for Cutie--Plans. Bleh. I am so disappointed, I can hardly talk about it. I finally got this album (since I adore Transatlanticism) and what a letdown. Trite, uninspired... should I go on?

Yo La Tengo--I am not afraid of you and I will beat your ass. Wow. Lovely as always and infinitely good for afternoon listening, coffee in hand. Not a title to leave around for the little ones to discover, however. (Mommy, what does this mean? "Beat your ass?")

The Kinks are the Village Green Preservation Society. Still listening... but definitely a sixties album, when recording could go off on a tangent and travel there for a while with no thought to radioplay. Of course,there's the poppy stuff that glues it together, too (title track, Picture Book, etc.).

Watched:

The Prestige-- We finally saw it! I was a little disappointed (can't discuss unless you've seen it) but I really loved how it was woven together, an illusion about an illusion about an illusion. We love Christopher Nolan...just put "Insomnia" in our queue.

Danny Deckchair--Silly, formulaic, and wonderfully sweet. It is a fun romp, where you know what happens and it's stilted but you like it anyway.

Happy Feet--good but not as fabulous as expected. The big surprise is that Robin Williams is actually bearable!

Clerks II--already beaten to death (no jokes, please...you know who you are) in other blogs, but I listed it here for posterity. Yeah, it sucked, but we had to see it regardless. Rest in peace, Dante and Randall.