Two Weeks.

Two Weeks is a buzzy-fill-your-head-with-golden-sound great single by the band Grizzly Bear and I have it on decent authority that they’ll be coming back around in October to Northampton.

It’s also how long it’s been since my last post. I suck. I mean, that’s the suckiest of the sucky. My God I can really hate myself with the best of them sometimes.

But I digress.

In other news, Oracle Bones is an awesome book by Peter Hessler, worth your time and even your dime maybe but I’m more a library card user frankly and rarely drop dosh on books.

Hessler is a freelance writer who’s written for the New Yorker, the New York Times, and National Geographic as well as completed another book called River Town. China was never a must-see destination on my list prior to reading this book. Hessler’s interviews with everyday Chinese from the poor to the middle class, intellectuals tortured during the Cultural Revolution, intellectuals who toed the party line, all of them are written with an empathetic yet contextual angle. I was sad to get to the end of it and am now jealous of those about to start it.

In other other news, I spent 44 hours on Nantucket with my wife Jaime while she was there for work – secret Dr. Hauschka work involving unguents and normalizing day oils.

ACK sure does love its pineapple accents.

Pretty Jaime.

Ah, the Christmas card shot, if we were Christmas card people.

Pretty Jaime and…my God.  Is that Peter Flynn?  I could have sworn he was still married to Laur-.  Oh, wait a minute.  That’s his daughter.  Never mind.

I realize Jaime has the same expression in this photo as in the earlier one.  She’s an easy laugh, that one.  Pre-shutter.

Pensive Jaime and the First Congregational Church.  No laughs because contemplative thought isn’t funny…unless you’re Thomas Merton.

G’night.