‘Scuse Me For A Bit… September 29, 2007Posted by littlebangtheory in Uncategorized.
So I’m off to The Woods for the weekend, cad that I am, not having had the time to respond to the little band of Merry Fellows (and Fellas ) who have been supporting my blogging addiction this past week.
I always visit you when you stop by, but lately haven’t had the good manners to respond to your brilliant, funny, insightful or important posts. It’s a deficiency I’ve intended to remedy for decades now. Sorry…
I’m extending a special apology to DCup, who bestowed an undeserved honor upon me earlier this week. She subsequently posted a picture of herself in a gorgeous dress, a picture which raised a lump in my, um, throat, but you know, it was just above another picture of her beau
Studly Mathman, and frankly I’m way too little to want a knock on the door from a guy like that.
And to my Siamese Cousin Phydeaux, who requested that I add “tags” to my posts: it probably isn’t hard, but I haven’t learned that trick yet. Good idea though; I’ll look into it.
So again, adieu ’till Sunday night or Monday. When I return I’ll be a year older, and probably ten pounds heavier. It is a party, you know!
And please, please don’t all get naked in my absence – I hate it when I miss the Good Stuff!
A Conversation September 28, 2007Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags: deep thoughts, love, nature
A warm September night in a deep pine forest. I’m stacking firewood for the long-anticipated gathering of Weekend Warriors, come to slay rocks, trade tales and get loose among friends.
The Sun has departed, something about a prior engagement to the West. The Full Moon is expected, but is fashionably late. I drop an armload of dry wood into the roofed crib, my hands and arms streaked black with pitch, sticky, smelling gloriously of pine, and turn to appreciate the evening’s symphony: cicadas in the meadow down by the river, a chorus of tree frogs surrounding me, the distant hum of short-haulers dieseling up the hill on their way to Points Unknown.
Then you glide in, silent as the sky, curiosity conquering caution, come to see what the commotion could be. I smile, and settle back against a tall stump. I had hoped, dreamed, wished for you without having the temerity to speak your name, without daring to expect you, without believing I deserved you.
But here you are, securing your perch, taking my measure, and before long, asking the Eternal Question, your lucid eyes fixed upon my sorry silhouette, “Whooo?“
I let the night slide past like a slow-moving cloud. There’s a pace to this, like leaves falling, like a vole snuffling a circuitous path toward its destiny.
In time I take in the night air, cup my hands about my mouth, and exhale a reply: “Hoo-hoooo!”
Your head swivels, tilts, feathers fluffing. You digest me as the minutes pass.
Then, shoulders hunched, forward-leaning, you catch an unseen current and glide away, not away, but to a nearer pulpit. Now my head swivels, shoulders hunched, a lesson well learned, thank you, and I ask again: “Whooo?“
The thinness of my entreaty startles me. I had meant to sing your song, but instead had sung mine.
We’ve had this conversation before, you and I.
Your forward lean becomes a trajectory, and you disappear into the night.
Dispelling Rumors September 26, 2007Posted by littlebangtheory in Dinner with TCR.
It came to my attention this evening that Somebody, who shall remain nameless (but whose initials are “DCup“) has been spreading unsubstantiated rumors about me, rumors which strain the Fabric of Credulity, rumors which threaten to ruin the very pleats of my trousers.
I, Dear Readers, have a reputation to uphold, and so must set the record straight:
Tonight’s Dinner was Today’s Lunch. Left-over Chinese from a greasy dive on the New Hampshire border, reheated in the Original Styrofoam Container, and served with a nice warm beer.
I’d have taken a picture for ya, but my camera’s in the car and I’m naked except for my socks, so I ain’t goin’ out that front door (sorry, Greg!)
And ’cause I’m a Classy-Ass Dude, I’m gargling with some nice cheap screw-top Port, accompanied by a vintage cheddar, really dry, really dry, on accounta I have no idea how long ago I forgot to wrap this sucker back up.
So Ladies, if you’re lookin’ for a good time and you like Really Old Cheese, drop me a line. I’m sure we can do business.
Dam! September 25, 2007Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
A small one up in the High Country of Rowe:
Flowers. September 25, 2007Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags: flowers, macro photos
A Favorite Place September 24, 2007Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, Politics and Society.
Tags: bookmill, books
Anyone who’s been stopping by here for any length of time knows that most of my favorite places are deep in the hills, far from the crush of cars and people and bigotry and pollution.
But there are some Places of Man (sorry, Ladies) which can bring me down from the hills, and this is one of them:
The Montague Book Mill in Montague, Massachusetts. Used (mostly) books in a place with more character than any business could ever need.
I love this cloth sign, their tongue-in-cheek (albeit true) motto, the un-subtle suggestion of the proper way to use a television, and the view clear through the building from this vantage (and many others!)
Add two cool restaurants trending from The Lady Killigrew, fully casual with wireless internet access, to-die-for lunches, the best cup of joe in the world and a nice selection of beers and wines ’till late into the night, and The Night Kitchen, with more complex fare served on gorgeous stone patios overlooking the cascades of the Sawmill River.
What you get is what I got.
Goodnight, Marcel, Prince of Silence… September 23, 2007Posted by littlebangtheory in Love and Death.
Tags: Marcel Marceau
The Days Grow Shorter September 23, 2007Posted by littlebangtheory in climbing.
Tags: Autumn, climbing
And there’s less time to play outdoors after work.
Unless you bring a lantern
Welcome Autumn, the best time to climb in New England.
And me all lame and shit.
Tonight’s (burnt) Offerings. September 23, 2007Posted by littlebangtheory in Dinner with TCR.
Tags: food, plastic fork, scallops
Tonight marks the Autumnal Equinox in these parts.
So I’m offering up some scallops, ’cause scallops are cool. Or at least the scallops think they’re cool. And I agree. I’m a Scallop Ally.
First I’ll reduce some significant amount of white wine ’till it’s sweet enough to brown, then I’ll caramelize some fennel and add some tomatoes and fresh oregano
Then I’ll turn up the heat ’till it’s cracklin’ and toss in the scallops
“Goodnight, Little Scallops!“
And I’ll eat them up on a bed of lemon linguini
With a plastic fork. Because food is serious stuff.
‘S OK, I’ve had it for years