Anne Chadwick Williams for The New York Times Here’s an article in the New York Times this morning about an 18-year-old, 5-foot-1 Japanese girl pitching in an independent baseball league in California. She’s apparently known as the “Knuckle Princess” … Continue reading
If you’re an Aussie, you could have bought an iPad Friday, but if you’re a Kiwi, you have to wait until July. What’s that all about? … Continue reading
A few years back, Alan Sloman memorably blogged this Spike Milligan phrase of description: “his legs hung from his underpants like two pieces of knotted string.” Along those lines, Paul and I were strolling along the other morning, when a … Continue reading
My friends who walked this year’s TGO Challenge have all finished their walks across Scotland in the last few days. I’ve been avidly and enviously following those who’ve been blogging from moor and mountain. (Among these, special congrats to Martin … Continue reading
“There’s nothing like a cracking cold Sancerre,” said Hemingway, and he was almost right. It reached 99°F (37°C) in Connecticut yesterday, an all-time record for the month of May, and humid with it. Naturally, after our walk, I chose the … Continue reading
Well, if all goes as planned, I’m off for New Zealand in February. It’s an Appalachian Mountain Club trip—same itinerary as last year’s offering, which I spent on the waiting list—of 12-15 people, including the two AMC first-among-equals-style leaders, who … Continue reading
We drove a big, beautiful circle yesterday. From Woodbury up through Bethlehem, and into Morris, to White Flower Farm, where a big crowd was enjoying the gardens and checking out the gazillion tomato varieties on sale. (Americans generally say, “Tomayto.” … Continue reading
I meant to note this great short, personal, article about Emily Dickinson by Holland Carter in last Tuesday’s (May 11) New York Times. Just a couple of quotes to whet your appetite: I … discovered there a dynamic I had … Continue reading
This is one of sweet B’s little chants when she’s lifting and bending with some stuffed animal or plaything. Today it also describes what I spent a bit of time doing during my run. There’s a short hill—only 70 meters … Continue reading
It flashes by fast, but I think I had a cheap repro of one of the Braques (Braqueses?) hanging on my wall at college. Commenters ID the music as “Mad Rush” by Philip Glass. … Continue reading