Gone Quiet.

Much ado, many to-dos -- and maybe soon some really good news! But in the meantime, poor Jane's got the flu and an ear infection. Back when it's over.


Ruder Ditty

It's dinner time, and we're talking about the rude ditties Jane learns from her friends at school.

"I made one up today," she says. "Want to hear it?"

"Sure," I say. I don't think I have much choice in the matter.

Jane sings: "Garbage is worth nothing til you give it away, give it away, give it away."

"Well, I guess that's fairly rude."


"POOP is worth nothing til you give it away, give it away, give it away..."



"It is entirely conceivable that life's splendour forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come. This is the essence of magic, which does not create but summons. " (Kafka, Diaries, 18 October 1921)

Hair Forever

In the NYT, a review of Hair, "the American tribal love-rock musical" of 1967, recently revived on Broadway.

I am childishly fond of this musical -- the soundtrack was in heavy rotation on my mother's record player when I was small.