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If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.
George Elliot, Middlemarch
I’ve been reading Shadow Country by Peter Matthiessen, which I am really enjoying, and this is part of the epigraphs at the beginning of Book II. I’ve never read Middlemarch but I’m thinking I should.
Earlier this week we went to the Museu de Arte Contemporânea de Niterói, which was designed by the Brazilian architect Oscar Niemeyer. In addition to offering great views of Rio, the building itself is its own attraction (the museum is closed, but the building is partially open). Niemeyer designed all sorts of crazy buildings in the 50s and 60s. You can see his influence in Empire State Square in Albany, too.
Clinton Hill's Lev Grossman talks about The Magicians trilogy, life in Brooklyn, and his equally creative family.
I interviewed Lev Grossman, who lives in Brooklyn. I was in Brazil, however, so I had to contact him via Skype, so I could get this written in time for the event. Just barely made it. I didn’t say this in the article, but I love the Magicians trilogy.
We discovered Rio’s hipsters the other day, mostly by accident. We walked down the beach on Sunday night to the Honk! Rio festival, not really knowing what we were getting into. We found a few hundred people, most of them in their 20s and 30s, drinking and listening to marching bands perform on a plaza near the beach. You can make just make out some people on stilts in the photos above. There were lots of tattoos and facial hair and various plants being smoked.
I did a little googling afterward. The Honk! festival originated in Boston. These are activist bands, made up of mostly amateurs who perform in marches and protests (kind of like the Rude Mechanical Orchestra).
My wife and in-laws and I didn’t really fit in, but playing in one of those bands looks like a lot of fun.
So I try not to make God solely the God of personal choices, the God of which light bulb I buy and my personal spiritual experiences. God is all those things, but God also is the God of big movements and community, of the garden and everything beyond it. The God of hope.
From a sermon I gave at St. Lydia’s, which can read on the Huffington Post.
It’s not only a need to slow down, but also a need to rethink our relationships with our food, our homes, our careers, and each other. No project or movement has yet offered a definitive solution to growing inequality, the emissions that are harming our planet, and our disconnection from each other, but each person working to produce food, seeking more time for creativity, sharing skills, or living in community are signs of hope. They are each testing a hypothesis: Can we live differently?
Experiments in Living, my article for Trinity News
"We" can be used to co-opt people who disagree, to erase difference and diversity. My faith, like every faith, is idiosyncratic. I have doubts and questions and beliefs that are particular to me and my experience. If I use "we" too often, I am in danger of excluding all those people who don't believe the same things I do, whose experience and faith and doubts differ from mine. Truth, I think, lives in the specifics of life. It lives in stories. We all know this. That's why we read novels and tell each other about ourselves on dates. It's in our own experience where we discern meaning and find clues to the workings of God.
from my blog at ECVP, “I and You and We”
Central Park.
Hubert, Beth, and Rich after writing group.
Because it was snowing outside, again, I took a picture of my dinner, again: One small zucchini sliced, cooked in olive oil for a few minutes, then add three eggs and some grated parmesan. Basically this recipe.
A wobbly photo of the Gowanus Canal.
Episode 1 of More Than You Really Wanted to Know about What Jeremy Had for Dinner While Denise Was out of the Country: I've almost gotten the hang of tofu stir fry (and slowly getting better at using my camera in low light). You gotta press it for awhile and cook it in really hot oil. Still overcooked it a bit and didn't save enough sauce for the end. I also put a bunch of stuff in the sauce (not pictured: honey).
Pots and pans.