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Archive for April 2013


We ate at a local diner, and we both had salmon.  It was supposed to be poached, but the cook had no clue how to poach fish.  He grilled it, and hers was hard as a rock.  Mine was a bit better, but it still wasn’t poached. We had mashed potatoes with it, and spinach, and those were average.

However, as I noted to her, the meal wasn’t the actual point; seeing my sister was. And we had a good day – no arguments. And, even if the food was a bit disappointing, it was pretty good.

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On Sunday, after the housefilk and concom meeting, I went to dinner with three friends, H, J, L, and M. We ended up at a restaurant called Red Bowl in Flushing. We had mustard greens with oyster sauce, pea shoots with garlic, congee with chicken and pumpkin, peanut soup, chicken curry over rice,  salt & pepper shrimp in the shell, and pork chow fun. It was all delicious, and I had a bit of everything, although I primarily stick to the greens and the shrimp.

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Also, at the housefilk, while I did grab a handful of chips and salsa, I stuck mostly to the veggies, the cheese, some pistachios, and a piece of gefilte fish.

So, it’s been several events, and I think I did okay on them.

I note that yesterday, needing clean jeans, I dug in my drawer and came up with a pair of stretchy size 22s, with a sailor-type button front. They fit, although they will fit better when I lose more, and – although having to undo and redo eight buttons every time I need the ladies’ room is annoying – it’s nice that I have a summer-weight pair of jeans.  I will need to get the legs tapered at some point though — they are the kind of wide-legged jeans that I don’t particularly like.

Anyway, I need to get back to editing, so that’s about it for today.

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Went to WW this morning.  Results were about what I had expected. I’m not sure my head is back in the game yet, but at least I am starting to think about it.

After WW, I went to catch the bus into Manhattan. Got to the stop early, so I went to the library nearby to kill some time, and found two Lawrence Block mysteries I haven’t read.  These are not from his series books, and are quite hard to find.

Got to Manhattan, ad dropped my opal and sapphire ring at the jewelers to be fixed, then I headed up to 49th Street & Rockefeller Plaza to meet my friend, A.  We wandered  around the Plaza and its Concourse, then we wandered over to a little public park on west 48th Street, where we sat for a while prior to meeting two other frieds, M & H.  Dinner was at  a Chipotle , and it was nice with a lot of good conversation. Then A & M walked me to the express bus, and I headed home.

So, I had a nice day, and hopefully, I will have a little help tomorrow in finally getting the rest of my bed assembled.

 

 


The first is an article about my cousin Elly: Cooking at Home with Elly Kelly – Tarrytown.

The second is a new column by Mark Bittman in the New York Times: The Flexitarian.

I hope you enjoy them both!


It is with great sorrow that I take a break from my usual topics to report the death of one of the greatest men I have ever met, Richard P. Havens, better known to the world as Richie Havens.  He passed away today at age 72, from a heart attack.

I met him a number of times over the years, always brilliant and always optimistic. He was man things – folksinger, interpreter of others’ songs, artist, writer, educator…far too many lifetimes for a kid from the not-so-good part of Brooklyn.

My favorite song of his is “Follow,” although he totally floored me at one Nassau Community College Folk Festival concert by singing Pink Floyd’s “On the Turning Away” totally a cappella. It  floored me so much, in fact, that Glasser and Nina Bogin, who were at the concert with me were worried because I totally couldn’t speak for a bit after that.  I was just totally blown away by his interpretation.

I’ve been a fan of his for years, and I have no problem admitting that.  I remember seeing him in the folk clubs in the Village, when I was just starting to hang out there.  His presence on stage was always riveting.

At some point, at a different NCCFF, Marc asked him about his omission of the song “Handsome Johnny,” and he admitted that he was getting tired of having to add new verses.

Marc and I last saw him a couple of years ago, at a concert he did at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.  He looked much as he always did – a tall man with somewhat regal bearing, however his voice seemed a bit off, and he was having trouble remembering lyrics. At that point, we agreed that we would not go to any more of his concerts, because we both loved him enough that neither of us wanted to see him deteriorate further.  Shortly after that, I heard that he was going to stop performing, because he was not able to recover fully from some kidney surgery.

When the news came on, at 5 pm, it was the first story they mentioned. I screamed loudly enough that the roomie came running.  I’m still crying as I type this.

Havens was the first performer at Woodstock, a tireless worker to educate children, a fighter for fair trade, and a wonderful self-taught artist and guitar player with a very distinctive style of fingering.

For years, his voice meant hope for me – a battered kid from Queens – and I will deeply miss that voice; almost as much as I miss my mother’s voice.

Rest in Peace, Mr. Havens.  You will be missed.


In view of this week’s rapidly expanding horrific events in Boston, I am taking today off from this blog.

Like most of us, I am glued to the coverage, and full of questions that may never be answered.

I wish all of my readers who live in the affected area a quick return to relative normalcy and something of the safety that we, as Americans, tend to take for granted.

I hope they catch the second young man alive, and that he is able to shed light on the whys of the situation, although I fear that won’t happen.

I hope that people can look at this somewhat dispassionately until all the facts that can be gathered are gathered, although with all the rumors and speculation being flung over the media and the Internet, I suspect it’s a vain hope.

But mostly, I hope that we finally learn how to  not hate and envy each other, and how not to belittle each other, so that the fanaticisms of the world can finally recede into the mists.  And, lest you think me naive, I know the likelihood of that happening…but I still hope for it.

What no one seems to be able to answer for me is when did political correctness, and lip service to diversity, become a substitute for actually respecting each other as human beings?

 


The roomie and I were in Manhattan to see a play this evening, and we had some tie to kill before the theater opened, so we went to a coffee place down the block — not a Starbucks — and we each had a mocha (small) and a Mud Pie. I don’t indulge in gooey desserts very often, but it was totally worth it.

And, sadly, I really do have to get my stuff together and get back on the program.  I know I’ve gained about ten pounds over the last month.  Funny how quickly the weight comes back once you go off program, but there it is.  Mind, I’m not playing the blame game here; I’m just noting that if I want the result, I need to get back to doing what I know will produce it.


Not sure why, or what’s going on yet, but I trust the process enough that I know I will get back to wanting to be on program.

Today was kind of a weird day.  Got up and actually got some work done, then took off to the local Medicaid Office to drop off some papers, which killed about three hours.  After that, I was hungry, so on my way home I stopped in at my local Dominican restaurant, which had recently changed its name and hours.  Found that the owners are still the same people, which made me very happy.

While I was eating lunch, messages started coming in about the bombing at the Boston Marathon, which horrified me.  Of course, not much else has been on the news since, even though at this point it’s pretty much all repetition of what we already know. I’m expecting the news will be like this for at least a few days.  Don’t get me wrong — my heart goes out to those injured and to the families of those killed. I just hate the endless repetition of the same footage, and the same speculations. I don’t see any purpose to it. Those of us with brains know how horrible this was, especially those of us with brains who lived through the WTC destruction.  All I see this doing is creating a huge panic situation, and maybe more hatred and bigotry until the culprit(s) are found.

Anyway, I still have some work to do, because after all the news I decided that I needed a nap, and I slept through much of the evening.

So I will see everyone Wednesday.


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