Monthly Archives: April 2014

From snow to spring

Winter was especially long this year. Here’s a post I started back in February:


Nothing like being at work, watching inch after inch of snow fall, and feeling glad you put a shovel in the back of your car this morning. (That’s got to be on one of those “You know you’re a New Englander when…” lists, right?)

Please excuse the glare from a light on the window (above); I took this photo from inside, ’cause I ain’t crazy.

But it is pretty when the sun comes out…




Winter was especially long, and spring was especially poky in its arrival. But the snowdrops and crocuses began coming up a few weeks ago (though they got battered again by snow, ice, sleet, etc.), and now we’re seeing daffodils, early hyacinths and grape hyacinths, and a few tulips.

Today was finally warm and dry enough to take a blanket in the backyard and read outside for a few hours (until our delicate little flower of a dog got too warm and had to retreat to her fainting couch indoors).

"I don't know about this whole 'outdoors' thing. I like my couch."

“I don’t know about this whole ‘outdoors’ thing. I like my couch.”

In addition to the flowers growing outside, I’ve been indulging in some fresh cut flowers for inside. The blue glass bottle we brought back from Barcelona has been an excellent vase for these mini gerbera daisies:


Is it ridiculous that aside from postcards, chocolate, and slightly-reduced TBR (to-be-read) lists, the only thing we brought back from Barcelona was an empty one-liter blue glass bottle? Probably. But it was just too pretty to leave behind.


In other news, I can report that this flourless chocolate cake is as easy and as delicious as promised by both its creator and Deb at Smitten Kitchen (“17 flourless dessert ideas,” 4/16/08). Should you need something to get you through the final day of Passover (sorry I wasn’t more timely with this), this one is a winner.

Finally, for the two? three? loyal readers of this blog who have missed more frequent greyhound photos, here are a couple more:

"What's down there? Floor. Hmm. Floor looks comfortable too."

“What’s down there? Floor. Hmm. Floor looks comfortable too.”

"Helloooo down there."

“Helloooo down there.”



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Watercolors and Quilts at the Boston MFA

I had never been a member of any museum until this year, but I did a small amount of math and figured that it would be worth it to become a member of the Boston Museum of Fine Arts if I visited the museum at least three times a year. I’ve already been twice and it’s only April, so I’m glad I joined, though I could do with less junk mail.

In January I saw the John Singer Sargent Watercolors exhibit just before it closed, and it was absolutely fantastic. I was familiar with his oil paintings of course but had no idea he’d painted so many watercolors as well (or painted so much, period. The man was a workhorse). A few of my favorite paintings from the exhibit are included in the preview slideshowVenice: Under the Rialto Bridge, Mountain Fire, and Pomegranates. I also learned in the exhibit that Sargent invented the word Intertwingles (n.) for the interchangeable, entwined forms of the female subjects of his paintings (usually his sister and niece).

This month, my mom and I went to the “Quilts and Color” exhibit. Though I plan to go back and see the Impressionism exhibit that we didn’t have time for, the quilts were really cool. It raised my feminist hackles a bit to see the names of the (male) collectors prominently, while many of the names of the (female) quilters had been lost or forgotten, but their quilts were definitely neat to look at. Here are a few I especially liked, from the more traditional to the Escher-esque:



These photos don’t show the incredible detail of the quilts, the tiny pieces and intricate stitches; they must have taken ages to make. Then again, you couldn’t just go buy blankets at Bed, Bath, & Beyond, and you couldn’t waste time on TV or the Internet because they hadn’t been invented yet. Instead, they did something useful and beautiful.


I wonder if the quilter gave herself headaches making this one.

Magic Eye before Magic Eye was a thing.

Magic Eye before Magic Eye was a thing.



I forget the name for this type of quilt (above), but it’s the kind that’s economical because it uses all the scraps it creates. And the blue is called “Lancaster blue.”

Double Wedding Ring Quilt, c. 1940

Double Wedding Ring Quilt, c. 1940

For all the beautifully curated exhibits, the impressive permanent collection, and the excellent events (Neil Gaiman!), the thing that delights me most at the MFA is this:


Chihuly’s “Lime Green Icicle Tower” (is that its official name? That’s what it’s called in the press release [PDF]) is 42 feet high and weighs 10,000 pounds. Originally installed for the exhibit “Chihuly: Through the Looking Glass,” and designed especially for the space, it was acquired by the museum thanks to patron contributions. And yes, that’s a lot of money to spend on art when not everyone in the world has access to clean drinking water, but…


…it’s pretty gorgeous.




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Grown-Ups Night at the Boston Children’s Museum

Grown-Ups Night at the Boston Children’s Museum was a ton of fun. It was crowded with the inner children of mostly 20- or 30-something “grown-ups.” We played with golf balls and bubbles, saw animals, played with shapes, and climbed up and down the giant climby-toy. Why aren’t there playgrounds for grown-ups?


How many ways can you move like a turtle?


Handwriting Etch-A-Sketches in the kindergarten room



Three-story awesome fun play climbing structure


Boston skyline at night


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Vacation reading

“Focus on the journey, not the destination,” some say, but I say that airports are a drag. Not just airports, but whatever version(s) of public transit one takes to get to the airport (in our case, a bus to one subway line to another “subway” line that is actually a bus) and from the airport (another bus), not to mention the hours in the air. On one hand, I recognize that modern travel is a miracle; on the other, the atmosphere of stress, hurry-up-and-wait, and recycled air…the “journey” is never the best part of travel for me. (Being afflicted with motion sickness doesn’t help.)

However: all that sitting and waiting translates to hours and hours of reading time. I don’t usually pack for a trip until the night before, but I start thinking about what books to bring at least a week in advance. (Here’s what I read on honeymoon last year.)

Despite a Twitter joke about reading Ulysses on vacation, I don’t usually bring monster classics with me when I travel, especially legendarily difficult ones. (Except Anna Karenina, that one time, and I’d already read half of it.) I try to choose books I think will be absorbing, but also easy to pick up and put down frequently; travel involves a lot of waiting and a lot of transitions. This time, I included a mix of fiction and nonfiction, galleys and published books.

south_colmtoibin The South by Colm Toibin: This popped up on a list of books set in Barcelona. Toibin is one of those authors I knew I ought to read, and I wanted to, but hadn’t gotten around to it till now. The first thing I noticed about the book was its wide, heavy font, and it took a few pages to get used to that. Then I began noticing the sentences, which were short, reminiscent of – yes, I’m going to say it – Hemingway. However, Toibin has a female protagonist, Katherine, who leaves a husband and son in Ireland to come to Barcelona, where she falls in love with Spanish Civil War vet Miguel and makes friends with another Irishman, Michael Graves. I’m not entirely sure what to make of The South and would like to discuss it with someone else who’s read it.

remedy_goetz The Remedy: Robert Koch, Arthur Conan Doyle, and the Quest to Cure Tuberculosis by Thomas Goetz: I won this as a galley from LibraryThing. I was hoping it would be similar to Steven Johnson’s excellent The Ghost Map (about a cholera outbreak in London), and I was not disappointed. Koch’s and Conan Doyle’s stories don’t so much entwine as they do intersect, but the author pulls off the combination pretty gracefully. Koch discovers the cause for TB but announces a cure prematurely; Conan Doyle reports on Koch’s findings. Sherlock Holmes stands as an example of the detective-as-scientist; indeed, he helped popularize the scientific method at a time when society was beginning to look to science for answers, instead of with skepticism.

changingmymind Changing My Mind: Occasional Essays by Zadie Smith: I’ve read Zadie Smith’s fiction (White Teeth, On Beauty, NW) and appreciated it, but I really love her nonfiction for the clarity of thought and expression, as well as the topics she chooses. Changing My Mind is heavy on literary criticism (George Eliot, E.M. Forster, Roland Barthes and Vladimir Nabokov, Franz Kafka, David Foster Wallace), but Smith’s writing is worth reading even if you aren’t familiar with the authors or books she writes about. Changing My Mind also includes a season’s worth of film reviews, an essay about an Oxfam trip to Liberia, thoughts on reading and writing, even an essay about the Oscars. Throughout, Smith’s intellect is fierce and focused, sharp and incisive, and not without humor (though she’s no stand-up comedian).

senseofanending The Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes: I’ve been meaning to read this for a while, and it was available as an e-book from the library before I left for my trip. I read it in one sitting on the plane flight home from Madrid to Boston, and wow. Tony Webster, our narrator, is a man in late middle age, peaceably divorced with one grown child. In order to tell his story, he starts with background on his school days with his two close friends and a fourth friend, Adrian, who joins their clique. The friends go their separate ways after school, and Adrian writes Tony to let him know that he is dating Tony’s first serious girlfriend, Veronica. Tony’s response is extreme, and it comes back to haunt him, despite the mild life he’s lived since.

graduatesinwonderland Graduates in Wonderland: The International Misadventures of Two (Almost) Adults by Jessica Pan and Rachel Kapelke-Dale: This was another LT advance copy. I’m a sucker for anything epistolary, and Graduates in Wonderland surpassed my expectations. It fits perfectly between the post-high-school, pre-college novel Roomies by Tara Altebrando and Sara Zarr, and Rachel Bertsche’s friend-making memoir SWF Seeking BFF: My Yearlong Search for a New Best Friend. Certainly, as graduates of Brown, Pan and Kapelke-Dale have a certain level of privilege, and I’m not sure how well this book will sit with those who don’t come from the same or similar backgrounds; however, setting that aside, I think this has the potential to be hugely popular with the twenty-to-thirty-year-old set. Pan and Kapelke-Dale are both great writers; they’re funny and honest, and they write about work, social life, managing depression, romance, living in foreign cities and struggling with the language, and deciding what to do with their lives. The subject matter and casual style make for addicting reading.

Five books in seven days, and all of them enjoyable: not a bad vacation! Oh, and we also saw some things.



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