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Books, Docementaries, Reviews: Parul Sehgal On Jealousy

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Books, Documentaries, Reviews:  October 27, 2013

Parul Sehgal On Jealousy


Want to take 13 minutes and listen to an amusing, smart, funny, classy TED video?

Parul Sehgal’s TED talk, “An Ode to Envy” starts with Sehgal telling us a really funny piece of her past.  Then she moves on to discuss Envy, jealousy, and where it appears in some of our great literature.

I’ve already listened twice and will do so again likely.



PS:  You can download the TED talks as podcasts on ITunes.  That way you don’t have to search around for different one.

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October 27, 2013 at 6:33 pm

Turkey Tracks: The World Series

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Turkey Tracks:  October 27, 2013

The World Series

I love baseball.

But I never watch it on tv unless, now that I live in Maine, the Boston Red Sox are playing in The World Series.

One must support the Boston Red Sox if one lives in Maine.

And that’s ok.  I can do that.  Because I do love baseball.  I was probably taught to love it by my younger sister, Jamie Philpott Howser, who married Dick Howser’s younger brother, Larry.  Dick started as a third baseman for the NY Yankees, went on to manage them, and went from there to taking the Kansas City Royals to the only World Series win in their history–or so says Wikipedia.

So, it’s safe to say that I have not actually watched a major league baseball game in…more years than I might want to say.

Can I say that I have deeply shocked at how BIG most of these baseball guys are.

So I’ve been studying this bigness.  And I’ve decided in most cases here, BIG means FAT.

I will state up front that these guys are amazing athletes.  Watching baseball is like watching a cat stalk a prey.  It’s all quiet and stillness and creeping until–BAM–the action unfolds lightening fast.  Such was certainly the case in last night’s third game where all changed for the Red Sox in less than the 30 seconds at the end of the game.  (I still would like to see an instant replay of that last call–from several different angles.)

Aha!  The runner did beat the ball.  The call was obstruction back at the third base.  Seemed to me to be more about two big guys running into each other…  But, I am a novice, so what do I know?

But watching this game has produced the realization anew that Americans have more than gone round some sort of bend into obesity.  These guys look pumped up with a bicycle pump, as my mother used to say.  Their faces are shiny smooth and as round as melons.  And their legs and buts are HUGE–they look like Mack Trucks.  Or, what?  Gladiators would be the kind of word that might lend itself to thinking this over-developed body is ok.  The giveaway is their bellies.  Start counting how many have bellies overhanging whatever they use to hold up pants.  Wheat Bellies and what?  Steroids?

Probably someone will tell me that all the statistical data shows that the game is faster, bigger, better, etc., now.  That may be true.  But what does it do to a heart to play at this level when one is so unnaturally BIG?  That’s my question.  Many of these guys are in their early twenties.  It’s a long, long way to sixty or seventy from there says this old woman.

I’m shocked at this new “normal.”

The Red Sox are in a hole now.  I don’t know if I can watch them try to crawl out.  They need a few BAMS for sure.

Turkey Tracks: Fall Hydrangeas

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Turkey Tracks:  October 27, 2013

Fall Hydrangeas

Before the first freeze I cut as many of the hydrangeas in my yard as I deem necessary for the house.  Once the winter weather hits them, the blooms are ruined.

I strip the leaves off the canes and just stick them into a dry vase.  Most of them dry just fine.  Some will shrivel up almost right away, and that’s just the breaks of this endeavor.  (This year none of the lime green Annabelles dried for me.)

For the ones who dry nicely, the brilliant colors stay true for months and months.  Often, I stick blooms into the fir Christmas Wreath I hang at the front door–and they are gorgeous there.

Here’s a lot I put into the kitchen.  The pinkish lavender blooms came from a plant that JoAnn O’Callaghan Gladbach gave me on one of her visits before John died.  It survived the winter beautifully–and one transplant this spring–and bloomed all summer.

October hydrangeas 2013

I’ve often thought I’d love a house where the rooms were painted the shades in one of these fall hydrangeas:  lime green, deep blues, aquas, deep purples, magenta pinks.  Such a color scheme would not go with a thing in my house though.

JoAnn carried hydrangeas in her wedding bouquet–as did Tamara Kelly Enright.  Tami’s blooms came from my Virginia garden.  I made JoAnn and John a wedding quilt using hydrangea fabrics, called “Delectable Mountains” after the traditional block name and because JoAnn and John live in Denver, Colorado.  Here it is being held by my sister-in-law Maryann Enright and me before I mailed it to Joann and John.

Delectable Mountains 2

Local quilter Joan Herrick quilted this quilt using the Celtic New Grange symbol that JoAnn used in her wedding invitations.  New Grange in Ireland is the site of one of the oldest and most amazing solstice sites.

Delectable Mountains detail 2

Here’s another block:

Delectable Mountains detail 3

And a close-up of a corner:

Delectable Mountains detail

I love life circles like this one.  I mean the giving and receiving of items that signal you love someone.

Here’s a picture of the counter about three weeks later.  You can see the pink hydrangeas did not dry well, but the others are going strong.  One never knows.

Melody's Pumpkin

Melody Pendleton brought me this gorgeous pumpkin from her garden–and a Butternut squash which I cooked that night for dinner–on the day she finished painting the stairwell.  Melody is a meticulous painter and a delightful person.

I have a jar of Sparky’s Honey (wild, unheated, local) for her.

And that’s how these things roll…