Month: November 2017

I’m not really a fan of Fresh Air. I think that asking already-famous people to bloviate is sort of the opposite of fresh air. But I accidentally caught a portion of this interview today, and it contains some of my favorite moments of interview, ever. It starts at 20:00, the rest is not that interesting. It contains a beautiful moment where Greta Gerwig (who I really, really love) manages to answer a question by turning on Terry Gross in a way that neither she, nor I listening, saw coming. It’s such a beautiful moment of answering a tough question by…

My cousin Jim died yesterday. Here’s a picture of a bunch of us cousins at Mardi Gras. Jim is on the left. Jim was much more like an uncle than a cousin, always generous, being sure to always keep in touch. One of my favorite memories of him was the time he smuggled me into the annual Mensa convention by talking our way in. Another was him awakening the proprietress of Antoine’s, the oldest restaurant in Louisiana, so she could give us a tour one morning. I’ve heard that he would occasionally get asked for his autograph by people who…

I did get my neck rub. I did get my drink the next evening.  The cat supervised. I was able to fix the zipper on my jacket lining by squeezing the pull with some pliers.  Here’s my jacket tag.  I’m guessing it’s Chinese, but the text seems to be in Chinese, Japanese, and Korean, along with the English.  It’s  a really good jacket, but I’m guessing it’s probably not legit, since I can’t find anything on the Internet First Siberian leather jackets.