A week on Sunday no. 40

History of concrete

What a funny quirky movie! Christian and I left the Dan Barber theatre downtown full of thoughts… In the shower the next day, I was still thinking about Jack Macco and how Wilson’s narration feels like it tempers eagerness. “Calm down” he seems to say, “let’s have a look here.” The between-projects feeling is real. The film’s editing that cuts from one idea to the next is my favourite thing: it’s the flash of curiosity alighting on a new tangent.

I’ve read some reviews online… The Gothamist (here) has lines about Wilson’s finding “meaning in the mundane” and how he is appreciated as a “comedic visual poet”. And this one (here) by Charlie Von Peterffy includes the line “concrete in reality and metaphor is mostly a myth of reassurance”. I like that. To pave is “to cover with a layer of something so as to form a pavement-like surface” and this documentary examines covers and plays with layers. 

How to critique

Sometimes I confuse feeling inspired with critique and I appreciate the distinction Dana Jeri Maeier makes (here): 

The most important thing I learned in art school does not fit in a nice click-bait-y list, however. The lesson arrived during a critique in a painting class. A fellow student was presenting her oil painting, a beautiful still life of an orange or maybe an orange peel. At one point in the crit, I mentioned how she could add a hand or something, some indication of a narrative or backstory.

I thought I was being clever, of course. But the professor shut it down immediately.

“She could do that,” he said. “But then it wouldn’t be her painting. It would be your painting.”

The ultimate lesson: judge art on its own terms, not yours. “This is what I would have done,” is not a critique. What’s the goal of the piece? Is it achieving it? Why or why not? That probably applies to a lot of life advice, too. If it were me, I’d do this generally does not take into account the fact that the other person isn’t you.

Ageing

This quote: “Ageing is the aggressive pursuit of comfort” (via an interview with Jim Murphy here) sounded like it was in conversation with Vivian Gornick’s discussion of literature. In The Situation and the Story, Gornick compares Jean Améry’s On Aging and Seymour Krim’s “For My Brothers and Sisters in the Failure Business” and writes: “each man, as he entered middle age, seemed overcome by the realization that he had not done the work necessary to attain inner freedom […] the work [D. H.] Lawrence was referring to when he said, ‘Man is free only when he is doing what the deepest self likes, and knowing what the deepest self likes, ah! that takes some diving.’ Central to both Krim and Améry was that each one considered himself a failure because neither - by his own lights - had engaged with his own deepest self. Here was a pair of men widely separated by culture, geography, and focus - yet both haunted by the inability to have faced down their own youthful anxieties, to have made themselves dive.” (P 64)

It’s a theme that continues to gain in relevance!

Cooking + Baking

We had friends over last Friday and I made Sam Sifton’s Chicken Shawarma (a NYT recipe here) and like he says “It is perfect for an evening with family and friends.” We served it, as suggested, with home-made sauces: tahini, white, and hummus; and home-made pitas and (not our) garden-grown cucumbers, tomatoes, and quickly-fried Indian eggplants. It was a fully customizable meal, delicious in all forms! I had fun writing labels so that the buffet-style table was self-explanatory.

For company on Sunday, I made Amanda Rettke’s Chocolate Zucchini Cake from her cookbook Homestead Recipes published in 2022. The recipe, featured (here) on her website, is similar, except for the simple syrup step. Instead, I frosted the cake with store-bought Betty Crocker chocolate icing. 

Enjoying

  • I like it when different reading and listening sources converge on a subject. First there was Manoush Zomorodi’s post (here) on the subject of publishing and marketing her latest book, Body Electric. One of the post’s subtitles is: “Podcasts aren’t the powerhouse converters they once were.” (Via) And then, I listened to Derek Thompson’s podcast episode with Chuck Klosterman, titled “Why Things Become Popular” (here) in which part of the discussion is an appraisal of non-fiction book sales and podcast appearances. 

  • I mentioned illustrator and author Melissa Sweet in the previous post, and this week savoured her book Some Writer. I don’t think categorization should impede the enjoyment of a book, and it is all the more perfect that W. B. White who declared “I would rather wait a year than publish a bad children’s book, as I have too much respect for children” should be the subject of a biography that, in turn, treats its readers with just as much respect… One proof of this is the book’s 135-page length. Lots of good quotations, including this gentle poem (here).

  • I like following Ryan Stefan (website here) on TikTok if only because it makes me able to talk about perfume with better vocabulary. His website has a great list of Canadian perfume brands.  

  • I never thought of clenched vs unclenched as an attitude, until I read this article (here), and since then, I’ve  thought about it often. I know someone who laughs heartily, like the article describes, and the observation - “you can tell how much work someone has done on themselves by the depth of their laughter” - feels true. Via

Walking the dog

As soon as the wind picks up, it rains leaves. Otherwise, cool still mornings are alight with colour, and we’re enjoying every one of them!

Happy Sunday!

A week on Sunday (no. 32)

Quote

Listening to an interview with Arundhati Roy lead me to reading her short essay titled “The End of Imagination”. Published in 1998, she wrote it in response to India's testing of nuclear weapons. 

I liked these two paragraphs in particular:

Railing against the past will not heal us. History has happened. It's over and done with. All we can do is to change its course by encouraging what we love instead of destroying what we don't. There is beauty yet in this brutal, damaged world of ours. Hidden, fierce, immense. Beauty that is uniquely ours and beauty that we have received with grace from others, enhanced, re-invented and made our own. We have to seek it out, nurture it, love it. Making bombs will only destroy us. It doesn't matter whether we use them or not. They will destroy us either way. (...)

The nuclear bomb is the most anti-democratic, anti-national, anti-human, outright evil thing that man has ever made. If you are religious, then remember that this bomb is Man's challenge to God. It's worded quite simply: We have the power to destroy everything that You have created. If you're not religious, then look at it this way. This world of ours is four billion, six hundred million year old. 

It could end in an afternoon.

Picturesque

I remember a university class in English literature that featured poetry by Wordsworth and Byron and the idea of their seeking "the picturesque". On Tuesday, we went on a similar quest and visited Bruxelles, a town with a church resembling Aubigny's, and a small grocery store. We found the rock indicating the town's original location, climbed the hill where the town began and commented on the view.

(This was following the footsteps a friend and I traced together last year.) We visited Cardinal too, where the little church is maintained, just like it was when we visited 21 years ago as a couple.

And then we struggled a little to find St. Lupicin, eventually did, and then went up and down the scenic, sunken, winding Snow Valley Road. Along it we discovered Leary's Brickworks, obeyed the sign and looked it up later. It's a long defunct brickmaking business that nonetheless has some attractive ruins. (The chimney seen from the road could be mistaken for a piece of modern art.)   

Happiness

It's easier to be annoyed and grim and dissatisfied and worried and blue and verklempt than it is to be happy and hopeful. I think that's why I so appreciated this bit from the Blackbird Spyplane newsletter that quotes an article (from May of 2020) on P.G. Wodehouse, whose author, Rivka Galchen, writes: “Wodehouse had a rarer trait, too: a capacity for remaining interested and curious, even in a setting of deprivation. His resilient happiness, to me, remains heroic, and more essentially who he was.”

Blackbird Spyplane authors Jonah and Erin agree with Galchen. In thinking about happiness they write:

[…] there are different forms of happiness, aren’t there?

In the same way that extravagance isn’t inherently immoral, neither is happiness inherently moral. And it feels reasonable to suggest that, in order for happiness to count as moral — which is to say, for happiness to count as truly nourishing — it must have a pro-social component. It’s got to be based in an awareness, rather than an avoidance, of how much we owe to others.

Their reflection makes me think about another example Galchen offers of Wodehouse in her article... In the diary he kept while interned in a German-run camp in 1940, he writes “Met cook and congratulated him on today’s soup. [...] He was grateful, because his professional pride had been wounded by grumblers saying there wasn’t enough. He said he could have made it more by adding water, which would have spoiled it.” 

It's that tiny act of gratitude, the example of going above what I could imagine my own natural inclination to grumble, or be quiet, how that lead to a moment of... what? Beauty? Kinship? Surprise? However it might be defined, it contains a bit of delight that would otherwise have been absent... would have been denied the chance to exist. 

TV watching

We started watching Friday Night Lights in May of this year, and could reliably count on feeling relaxed with this series "that centered itself completely on decency" as Glen Weldon says here. Having finished (appropriately) on Friday, we started The Eternaut and some minutes into this sci-fi that begins with mysterious atmospheric conditions, a storm broke over Winnipeg with thunder and lightning, making it feel particularly eerie.

Baking

I'm always willing to try a new recipe if it leads to more effectively tackling garden produce, and Deb Perelman recently published a chocolate version of her Ultimate Zucchini Bread. I baked it on Wednesday and served it on Thursday and took a poll on Friday and the family agrees... it did not beat the UZB! But hey... it's not like they're complaining about the leftovers... 

Postcard

It's the time of year when the trees de-leaf and reveal... the river beyond.

Happy Sunday!