Farmer's Market

I think there are only two more weekends at the Durham Farmer's Market. Mykull and I have developed a cozy little Saturday morning routine. First, we go knock on our friend Milton's door (he lives opposite the market) and usually wake him up. Then we get coffee and carrot raisin muffins and either sit in Central Park or on Milton's porch. Then we talk about the issues of the day and people watch.

This week, we were sitting on Milton's porch (while he wasn't there) when some guy parked his big ole ugly SUV right by Milton's mailbox. This while there were plenty of parking spots in the Farmer's Market parking lot. So we wrote him a little note (on the back of some lyrics for a music recital I went to a little while ago, which added a nice touch). This is what the note said, because we believe in a higher parking power (I'm sure Mykull will correct me if I missed something):

Dear Child of God:
God in His infinite wisdom has provide a parking lot for you to park in. Also, God appeared to me in a vision and told me you should drive a smaller car. Have a blessed day, love, your Brethren in Christ.

Then we secluded ourselves and waited for him to come back. Of course, he didn't but it didn't stop us giggling about it.

I hope this will finally put all the Intelligent Design bullshit to rest. Although, I think this is often served up as just a more palatable form of creationism because creationism boosters recognize it's totally wacky shit.

I'm sad that John Fowles has died. I went to see him at a book reading when I was in my twenties, and I just wanted to throw myself at him and tell him: 'I want to have your genius cantankerous babies, never mind that you're old enough to be my grandpa'. I love The Magus and The Ebony Tower. And this was a much better book than the movie. Though I do have a sneaking suspicion that the description of him being 'cantankerous' may have been being kind.

In Britain, they just celebrated the 400th Guy Fawkes night. This basically celebrates an unsuccessful attempt at terrorism, and is sort of all mixed up with Halloween in my childhood memories. I grew up in a fishing village, and they would use up all the out-of-date flares from the fishing boats as fireworks, and have a huge bonfire on the beach and cook potatoes and sausages in the embers. Fireworks seem so much better to me on a cold, twinkly night than on a warm, muggy one.

I saw Capote, and I highly recommend it. I think everyone has heard that Philip Seymour Hoffman's portrayal of Truman Capote is amazing, considering he looks nothing like Mr. Capote. But I also thought the cinematography was absolutely stunning, though it makes me never want to live in the mid-west.

I see that Stacked is coming back for a second season. I think Pamela Anderson is quite pretty, in a sort of trollopy way, but her plastic surgery is heinous. And being Jessica Rabbit is a young woman's game. There comes a point where slapping on more makeup doesn't make you look younger but just makes you look like a trannie, especially when your breasts are big orange globes of fakitude, and Pammie has definitely passed that point.