While waiting to pick up my family's turkey this afternoon, I finally asked the employee who was heroically manning the preorders table in the parking lot if I could buy him a hot drink. He said at first, jokily, "They feed me enough here!" and then after I explained that he was really doing the Dickensian shivering orphan thing—he had even pulled his hands inside the sleeves of his hoodie—that he was from California and really not adapted to the cold. I am not sure it comforted him to hear that my Oakland-born mother still bundles up as soon as the ambient temperature drops below 70 °F, but our conversation was overhead by a colleague who as I left with my turkey actually was going to bring him a hot drink from inside the store. Somerville has already hung out its Christmas garlands and we haven't even had the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. Have some links.
1. Courtesy of![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch: "they doxxed Ea-nāṣir." And he actually might not have been the worst copper merchant you've heard of.
2. Despite encounters from childhood with the art of John Singer Sargent thanks to proximity to the MFA, before reading this article I am not sure I had ever seen any of his portraits of Asher Wertheimer and his family, possibly because nine of the twelve of them are at the Tate. I agree on the theatrical quality of Asher's portrait, but partly because it's so obviously painted energetically mid-gesture, and playing at the same Rorschach as all viewers since 1898, the gesture looks to me like the middle of a conversation, conducted as enthusiastically as an argument even if you agree with him, and even if you disagree, Asher is about to score a point.
3. Shared immediately withhandful_ofdust on grounds of old film and witchcraft: Warsaw Village Band & Bassałyki, "Kalinowy mostek/Bridge of Wayfarer Tree."
4. Courtesy of all over my friendlists: the rediscovery in a Chilean warehouse of John Ford's The Scarlet Drop (1918), thought lost since its initial release. Just its survival is neat to know.
5. Discovered via WHRB: Instant Girl, "Coruscate: She Lacked the Frivolity of Americana." I had never heard the band before, but correctly guessed the decade. The judgmental tone of the commentary at YouTube has mostly convinced me to check out their previous band, but the album itself is great.
This year in experiments in baking: a shortbread crust for a pumpkin pie and a salt caramel filling for a pecan. I am more confident about one than the other, but tomorrow we'll see.
1. Courtesy of
spatch: "they doxxed Ea-nāṣir." And he actually might not have been the worst copper merchant you've heard of.2. Despite encounters from childhood with the art of John Singer Sargent thanks to proximity to the MFA, before reading this article I am not sure I had ever seen any of his portraits of Asher Wertheimer and his family, possibly because nine of the twelve of them are at the Tate. I agree on the theatrical quality of Asher's portrait, but partly because it's so obviously painted energetically mid-gesture, and playing at the same Rorschach as all viewers since 1898, the gesture looks to me like the middle of a conversation, conducted as enthusiastically as an argument even if you agree with him, and even if you disagree, Asher is about to score a point.
3. Shared immediately with
handful_ofdust on grounds of old film and witchcraft: Warsaw Village Band & Bassałyki, "Kalinowy mostek/Bridge of Wayfarer Tree."4. Courtesy of all over my friendlists: the rediscovery in a Chilean warehouse of John Ford's The Scarlet Drop (1918), thought lost since its initial release. Just its survival is neat to know.
5. Discovered via WHRB: Instant Girl, "Coruscate: She Lacked the Frivolity of Americana." I had never heard the band before, but correctly guessed the decade. The judgmental tone of the commentary at YouTube has mostly convinced me to check out their previous band, but the album itself is great.
This year in experiments in baking: a shortbread crust for a pumpkin pie and a salt caramel filling for a pecan. I am more confident about one than the other, but tomorrow we'll see.
