I'm watching the entire five seasons of Brothers and Sisters, and while it's devolved into pure soap, it's been a great binge. I thank Carrie Link for the addiction.
I just saw the movie Still Mine with James Cromwell and Genevieve Bujold. I loved it.
I'm reading the last chapters of Transatlantic by my Irish love, Colum McCann. I've savored every word although less so than the ones in Let the Great World Spin.
I'm also going to start Meg Wolitzer's The Interestings and read that along with Flaubert's Madame Bovary.
I ordered but have not yet received this poetry series. There's stuff in there by Lydia Davis, one of my favorite short story writers. She also translated the edition of Madame Bovary that I noted above.
I'm listening to this by Patty Griffin who also sings the song Heavenly Day, featured on our Extreme Parent Video Project that is almost a year old and has nearly 32,000 hits.
I'm also listening to this. We've been lonely. We've been lonely too long.
I like this poem -- it reminds me of my receding respite week in Canada:
That faint line in the dark
might be the shore
of some heretofore unknown
This fir-scent on the wind
must be the forests
of the unheard of month
between July and August.
So, Reader. What are you doing?