- The art of the Sake Bomb…using chopsticks, precariously balance a full shot glass of good sake over a half-full mug of Kirin or a similar beer. Chant loudly and pound on the table until the shot glass falls in. Immediately drink without stopping. Follow with plenty of consumption of raw fish, vegetables, and rice.
- Kate Alexis Berman is a very good egg, for those of you who don't know her already.
- Lisa Ann Huberman is an even greater egg. (Sorry, Kate…eight years of knowing someone is a trump card.) And our visit to the Getty on Friday was a sort of remake of My Dinner With Andre, a three-hour non-stop conversation while wandering through galleries and gardens, each new vision launching a new train of thought. Lisa can talk about anything and always draw out something remarkable. I NEVER get bored listening…she would be an extraordinarily good college lecturer.
- Adam and I both wish we could go back to an alternate 1960s where Laura Nyro was straight.
- Mike's birthday was yesterday (sake bomb), and I hope we gave him a happy one.
- What nineties TV character should I go as to Mike's birthday party on Saturday? Those were my golden years of TV watching, but the number of characters I identified with could be counted on one hand. I wish I had a trenchcoat to be Inspector Gadget…or could turn myself into a block of wood and go as Stick Stickley.
- What I used to say about Ram—which, though co-credited to his wife, is Sir Paul McCartney's greatest solo album—is that it sounds like Brian Wilson recording Pet Sounds single-handedly in his nonexistent farmhouse. After yesterday, when I had it on while cleaning and cooking around the house, I realized that Ram really sounds like HOME—like rambling conversations and love-fueled celebrations and the terrible puns my dad makes and the stories you hear a million times and never get old and, always under the surface and occasionally pushing through to the fore, expressions of genuine love and regard for the people who mean the most to you. Then you pull out a well-worn guitar and an upright piano to think about it some more…or take somebody off on a jaunt in the back seat of your car…and let the memories flow…I can't wait to go back home. And Ram makes you treasure a place called home by bringing back what it's like to be surrounded by family.
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