Because I never think I should be doing what I’m actually doing, I should be:
– writing the next IMBY segment
– drafting a proposal for my Next Big Idea
– switching the laundry
– working further in the garden, which is a bit of a mess (but home, sweet [muddy] home to the tiny frog I almost hacked in half with my hoe today. There he/she is, in one piece, above.)
… but I’m not. Instead, I thought I’d stop in here while I wait for the Illinois vs Kansas men’s basketball game to begin.
Here are a bunch of books currently influencing me in some way. Well, they’re sitting on my bedside table.
Curation Nation by Steven Rosenbaum: “Creating content is easy; finding what matters is hard.” Um, I knew that. This book isn’t telling me much that I don’t already know, you know? Maybe I’m missing something. Am I? Isn’t life kinda like one big “curated” mixed tape?
The Unprejudiced Palate by Antonio Pellegrini: Have you read this book? If you love food and cooking and gardens and stories from the early-to-mid 20th century (I do, all four), you must. It’s lovely – of another era and culture entirely. The descriptions of his garden and the meals he cooked from it and his full-to-bursting pantry make me sigh and ooh and ahh. I’ve read this book, oh, about 78,349,585 times. Books like this are why I insist on having a large garden that I can barely manage… in a good year.
Independence Days, A Nation of Farmers, and Depletion and Abundance by Sharon Astyk: This is kind of great book trifecta if you’re into gardening, food preservation and storage, neighborhood and individual self-sufficiency, the effects of resource depletion on communities, doing more with less, etc. I’m a total geek for this crap. Bonus for me: I ordered a copy of Independence Days and was chuffed to discover that the handwriting font I made with my dear friend Chank, Wordier Diva, is on the front and back cover and all over the inside of the book.
I Think I Love You by Allison Pearson: I didn’t read her other book and I’m sure I never will, but I’m totally charmed by this trip down her Memory Lane about David Cassidy fandom. I was quite certain, in 1984, that if John Taylor of Duran Duran could only meet me…. (he’s still quite fine, by the way)
Farm City by Novella Carpenter: Quite possibly one of the funniest books I’ve ever read. I can’t find the actual link to the article Hamish Bowles did in Vogue about her, but this might even be better…
American Terroir by Rowan Jacobsen: I have this, have not read it yet, am interested in further studying the idea of terroir in the US, am afraid of “foodies” wrecking it by being too precious and academic, etc.
When French Women Cook by Madeleine Kamman: See The Unprejudiced Palate, above.
Joie de Vivre by Robert Arbor with Katherine Whiteside: I’m a bit of a Francophile anyway, and Cody just got back from two very-extensively-photographed weeks in Paris, so it’s back in rotation. It’s part lifestyle, part cookbook. Great photos. Sigh. I guess he went over to some young lady’s house a few years ago to cook for her. You can read about it here.
Life by Keith Richards and James Fox: I just finished this. It was all I could think about for days. How, I thought, could someone take that many drugs for so many years and not only be productive, but produce some of the best work of his career? Also, I was born in the wrong decade. And… I must download every Stones record I don’t own immediately. I will say this: I don’t care about much the Stones did after 1974. And, you know, in Keef’s world, all women are chicks and bitches, except maybe his mom. The guy adored his mom.
Anyhow. It’s the 2nd half, Illinois is still in the game, and I have a bizzonkers work week ahead. Hire staff! Write media releases! Answer email! Process applications! Etcetera! So on! And so forth!