Pizza of the Day!

Thursday's pizza was full of tofu, cherry tomatoes, artichokes, black olive tapenade, garlic, plus mozzarella, Parmesan, and Piave Mezzano cheeses.

Paddling to the Sea or Jogging the Memory

I was listening to Eleanor Wachtel interview Michael Ignatieff on Writers and Company yesterday, when he mentioned a children's book, called Paddle to the Sea (by Holling C. Holling), about a boy who carves a toy Indian in a canoe that makes its way from Lake Nipigon, through the Great Lakes, over Niagara Falls and all the way out the St. Lawrence Seaway. Immediately I had this image in my head of a small wooden canoe going over the Falls. I did a bit of research and found this:



I have no idea when I actually saw this, though I suspect it was in elementary school at some time or other. You can watch the film in its entirety, thanks to the NFB's fantastic website, here.

David Carradine R.I.P.

On Supporting A Sports Team...

"It is foolish and childish, on the face of it, to affiliate ourselves with anything so insignificant and patently contrived and commercially exploitive as a professional sports team, and the amused superiority and icy scorn that the non-fan directs at the sports nut (I know this look — I know it by heart) is understandable and almost unanswerable. Almost. What is left out of this calculation, it seems to me, is the business of caring — caring deeply and passionately, really caring — which is a capacity or an emotion that has almost gone out of our lives. And so it seems possible that we have come to a time when it no longer matters so much what the caring is about, how frail or foolish is the object of that concern, as long as the feeling itself can be saved. Naivete — the infantile and ignoble joy that sends a grown man or woman to dancing and shouting with joy in the middle of the night over the haphazardous flight of a distant ball — seems a small price to pay for such a gift."

~Roger Angell