Fantastic new article just out in The New Yorker, parsing Hillary’s struggle to find balance in public perception– one that can take her seriously as a warm, personable candidate as well as a competent one. It’s not a struggle a man in the same position faces. Who, anyway, is asking them to “play the grandpa card”? The culture of this country makes me shudder.
When my grandmother was still alive I would take these long, blank trips out to visit her in small-town Wisconsin. The whole time she always seemed to be preparing for the next thing– laying her clothes out for tomorrow night’s dinner. Getting the oranges ready for juicing on Tuesday. She jumped up a lot. She was always busy.
This week, I’m wild about the East/West program on Bill McGlaughlin’s public radio show “Exploring Music”. He’s taking us all on a nightly audio ride through Tokyo, Paris, Beijing, Chicago, Shanghai and, tomorrow night, down to Bali. “It’s gamelan music,” he explained tonight. “And it’s out of control.”
Big news! A dear Japanese friend and I are, always have been, and always will be mad izakaya eaters, bopping and hopping from spot to spot in a NYC that is happily packed with interesting options. We were down in the East Village last night at this great place called Teshigotoya, reading copies of Chopsticks and anxiously waiting for our delicious meal to arrive, when we just though you know what?
We’re mere inches and millimeters away from the start of the public school year here in NYC, and the District 7 high school where I work is abuzz, I mean abuzz, with go-get-it-ness and get-it-done-ness and other forms of generalized optimism before the students arrive and deflate these many tires. Ohhh man, what it is to teach. What it is.