Farley’s: such good coffee! 18th Street (Potrero Hill)
Yesterday, self was whiling away the late afternoon in Farley’s, a coffee shop on Potrero Hill. While reading Scientific American and the day’s Wall Street Journal, she tried the macchiato (excellent!) with a slice of zucchini bread (dee-lish!) and a scoop of caramel salt ice cream.
She was just musing about how fabulous this summer is.
Sole Fruit of Her Loins is home, and Jennie is arriving tonight. Self loves the “Flying Kitty” birthday card that Jennie mailed to self last week. Rawwrrrr!!!
Today, self feels energized enough to tackle her Pile of Stuff (a huge, disorganized, and ever-growing pile of unread magazines and unopened mail). The first thing she happens to pull out is The Missouri Review of Spring 2012.
As everyone in the writing field knows, The Missouri Review is one of the top literary journals in the country. Who wouldn’t want to be published in The Missouri Review? Though self has never succeeded in breaking into the ranks of this magazine’s anointed, that has in no way dampened her enjoyment at reading it.
The theme of the Spring 2012 issue is “blood relations.” Here’s how the editor, Speer Morgan (possibly the most fabulous editor’s name self has ever encountered: It’s like the bastard offspring of a chewing gum company, Wrigley’s, and an investment bank, Morgan Stanley):
When one sets about doing harm, the people most likely to be hurt are the ones across the table, if only by reason of proximity. Look up quotes on the word “family,” and much of what comes up is either sarcastic or humorous. Hamlet’s stepfather says to him, “My cousin Hamlet, and my son,” and the young prince responds, “A little more than kin, and less than kind,” with both “kin” and “kind” carrying multiple levels of dark irony. This is the norm even when your stepfather/ uncle didn’t murder your father and marry your mother. Bring up the issue of relatives, and mockery soon follows. “I had no blood relatives until I made some,” says comedian Andy Dick. And yet of course the other feelings continue to survive alongside the sarcasm — the fondness, love and hope that we associate with both our relatives and our origins.
Next, Morgan talks about the journal’s Jeffrey E. Smith winner in fiction, Yuko Sakata’s “Unintended,” which he calls “a story that shows the effects of parents’ problems on a child.”
There’s more, much more, but self has to at least make a serious attempt at cooking dinner. And, all right, all right, just one more thing:
The Emmy Nominations were announced at 5:30 a.m. this morning.
And there were no nominations for Timothy Olyphant (“Justified”) or Nicolaj Coster-Waldau (“Game of Thrones”) or even Walton Goggins (“Justified”). We got Peter Dinklage nominated again (for “Game of Thrones”), and Jon Hamm (for “Mad Men,” as per usual), and there were even nominations for “Downton Abbey.”
Oh, well. C’est la vie. Life is indeed strange.
At least Diana Rigg got a nomination for playing Lady Olenna Tyrell (Her name reminds self of Crisco product, for some reason). But why oh why are there nominations for “Homeland” and none for “The Americans”? Go figure!
Is “The Killing” going to be renewed for a fourth season? Oh pray it’s so!
Fingers and toes crossed.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.