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Apostrophe Day

(Today isn’t the official Apostrophe Day, but who cares?)

From @samtanner:

“An apostrophe is the difference between a business that knows its shit and a business that knows it’s shit.”

Meanwhile, the New Haven Public Library has sent out a flyer stating that it is “accepting donations for it’s big book sale.”


Library people, please consult one of your many books. Or The Apostrophe Protection Society.

And finally, for amusement, I offer you:

Apostrophe Catastrophes.



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Influence, schminfluence.

As  I was just looking at Klout and finding great amusement in its assessment of my online influence.


According to Klout, I am influential about:

  • Music (duh)
  • Homosexuality (hello, gay now!)
  • Photography (yes, I take pictures)
  • Instruments (musical?)
  • Blogging (welcome to my blog!)
  • Family (I have parents and a brother and a sister-in-law and aunts and uncles and cousins, and once I wrote about my family’s Thanksgiving…)
  • War


I’m influential about WAR? Continue reading

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In the woods

ladyslippersI went hiking yesterday last Saturday [I forgot to finish and post this, of course], and it was the most confusing hikes I’ve ever done. It was also beautiful.

About the confusing part: the trail and blazes didn’t match the map after a couple of miles, so even though the trail was clear and we kept following the blue blazes, we couldn’t figure out why we were in a low pine wood getting eaten by mosquitos instead of climbing Lamentation Mountain.

Then we heard cars, and pretty soon we came out to a road. The same road, we realized, that we’d driven in on. So we were a mile or two away from our starting point – by road – and not all that close to our intended end point, where my car was waiting for us.

So we followed the road, taking a little detour around a pond and through a cemetery and then back to the road, and it started to rain, and a car honked at us (for what? Walking? Existing?), and just as the rain turned to a downpour we reached our starting point. And drove to my car, and tried to figure out where the trail had diverged.

We found out later that they’re in the middle of moving the trail but haven’t gotten around to, oh, putting up signs saying that you’re about to go in a huge and confusing circle.

Anway, for the good part. We saw:

  • Tons of ladyslippers. I’ve never seen so many in one day. And a bunch of jack-in-the-pulpits.
  • Three snakes. Two of them were a pair, a pretty big one paralleled by a slim little young thing, sunning themselves on some rocks. They might’ve been black rat snakes. The other one was pretty small.
  • A mama quail acting like a spastic, injured freak in order to distract us from her babies. But soon the babies startled, too, and about six tiny dark chicks jumped up and starting running deeper in the woods, crying, “peep! peep!”
  • Two families of geese and their goslings. A pair of swans and their cygnets. A bunch of ducks, including mallards and one white duck.
  • A great blue heron, taking off in slow motion above a lily-covered pond.
  • A low-lying pine grove, damp and cool and lovely. And full of mosquitoes, but that’s okay.

I’m heading back into the woods this weekend. Can’t wait.


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Comedy is truth, truth humor.

“Actual comedy, the good kind, comes from truth telling, from skewering the status quo, from pointing out hypocrisy, and from a place where the butt of the joke is the powerful, or the comic themselves.”

– Metafilter user SassHat

(full comment. It’s a totally different context, but.)

For that reason, please go see Hong Kong Dinosaur at the Yale Cabaret this weekend. It’s by my friend Amelia, and it’s fabulous.

I laughed so hard, and damn, did I need to laugh. I cried. Go do the same.

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On the role of arts journalism

I wrote the Roundtable column for the January/February issue of The Arts Paper, a paper published by the New Haven Arts Council. The column isn’t on the Arts Council’s website, so I thought I’d post it here in case you’re not able to pick up a copy.

On the role of arts journalism

I’ve been writing about music for
years, but I had to stop and think when
I was asked recently: Why do we need
arts journalism? The question might have
surprised me less if it hadn’t come from
a career music critic in a room full of
arts writers. Yet it was worth asking: Why
do we need reporters and critics when we
can just go out and enjoy a performance?
In the words of Rocco Landesman, chairman
of the National Endowment for the
Arts: “Informed voices, in whatever media
venue they reside, are critical to the
health and vibrancy of the arts.” Those
informed voices tell us what’s important
in the arts world and why it matters.

To read the rest: click here to download a pdf or here to view a jpg.


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See you next year.

Me and Mt. Everest.

I’m not usually one to spend the end of December getting all sentimental about the past year. It’s around Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur (which fall in September or October) that I look back on the past twelve months, what I’ve done, what I’ve accomplished, and what kind of a human being I’ve been.

But the other day, as I was getting ready to lock up my office for the break, I realized just what a rocking, fabulous year 2010 has been.

I spent a gorgeous week in California with the wonderful people that are my brother and sister-in-law.

I took an online travel writing class and loved it.

I organized a drag king night in New Haven and had a blast performing in drag for the first time in years.

I went to Nepal and rode elephants and lost myself in the swirl of Kathmandu. I went to Tibet, where I walked through countless monasteries and drank yak-butter tea with Buddhist nuns and hiked at Everest Base Camp.

One of my blog posts got Freshly Pressed, and hundreds of people came here and wrote wonderful, supportive comments.

I spent lovely summer hours listening to live music.

I was selected for the 2010 NEA Arts Journalism Institute in classical music and opera, so I got to spend ten blissful days in New York City going to concerts, hearing lectures, attending workshops, and writing about music.

I wrote my first food reviews, and I wrote for new papers and blogs.

I played piano for a new show with a fun, intelligent local theater company.

I opened my first photography exhibit.

And on Sunday, I’m taking off for a trip to the Galapagos Islands. I’m going to ring in the new year with tortoises and lizards and blue-footed boobies.

I’m a lucky, happy gal. And I’ll see you in the new year. (I’ll bring pictures.)


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Reading Obituaries

Last week, Elizabeth Edwards died. Last night, Richard Holbrooke died. And I’ve been thinking about obituaries.

Reading about Elizabeth Edwards last week in the Washington Post started this whole musing. When a public figure dies, people like to point out that it’s a shame they get more notice after their death than they did during their lives. And it’s often true. I’m conscious of that every time I read an obituary of someone I didn’t pay much attention to during his or her lifetime. Henryk Gorecki is one of those figures. I have a CD or two of his music, but I wouldn’t have made the effort to listen again recently if his death hadn’t brought him back to my attention.

A month ago, I don’t know how much attention I would have given to a news story about Edwards or Holbrooke. I might’ve read it, I might not have. But when I came upon Edwards’s obituary, I read the whole thing. Consciously. And I stopped to wonder about what I was doing. I was aware that I cared more because she had died. Reading her obituary was a form of tribute. It was likely the last time I’d see a substantial news piece about her, and so I read every last word.

I thought of this again this morning, when I was listening to a piece on Holbrooke on NPR. I remember when he was appointed special envoy to Afghanistan and Pakistan, but I didn’t remember his role in the Dayton agreement – I was still in high school while he was bringing about peace in the former Yugoslavia. And I wasn’t paying vast amounts of attention to world events. (Some attention, yes. I vividly remember my uncle explaining the history of the Bosnian-Serb conflict as we garnished gefilte fish with cherry tomatoes and bias-sliced carrots before some large family dinner for some Jewish holiday.)

It occurs to me now that obituaries are complete stories. News is news: always in flux, always developing new perspective on the past and new offshoots into what is always the present. There’s a satisfaction, then, a completeness, in reading a story of a life complete. There may be regrets of things not done or wondering about what may have been. But the life itself now has an ending. The arc is complete, and the narrative becomes a story.

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