After a hip Saturday night on the town, complete with a cool concert and after hours munchies, I cozied up to the Post. With Friday and Saturday nights always filled with mindless debauchery, I reserve Sunday for intellectual stimulation in preparation for the work-week ahead. Here’s what got my brain going (along with a delicious spinach and mozzarella omelette):
Congrats to the Hoyas for defeating powerhouse Duke and proving the Wizards aren’t the only boys who can ball up South. Hoya games with my older brother when I was a kid spurred my slow-simmering love for basketball that flares up during upsets like these.
An incredible 4,000 people attended funeral services for Sandy Allen’s grandson, Jon Allen Jr., whose Southeast homicide closed out the New Year. Her grandsons had become her life post-politics, and her grief is unbelievable. Allens older grandson Russell Mitchell was charged with the summer shooting of a beloved grandmother, and has been in police custody since.
Imagine living at work. Literally. Domino Sugar employers have set up trailers for their 210 employees and their families on the grounds of the refinery. “Dirty, dusty, and boring” is how a teenage girl who lives there with her parents and brother describes the community. Her father would say necessary. What’s the alternative? To be homeless and unemployed? It's a temporary solution that will expend its utility pretty quickly. Residents/workers emotional health collapses like the levees under the pressure of uncertainty while city and state officials fail to come up with viable solutions for Hurricane Katrina, four months later. Between sips of coffee, friend notes despair and depression has caused twenty-plus people to commit suicide.
Every thought there was something dark and not quite right about clowns, Barneys, Pee Wee Hermans, and other grown people who “entertain” children? Gene Weingarten explains our suspicions through The Great Zucchini in the Magazine. Really fascinating story, and I love his structure.
Finally, something I didn’t get to read, but will, Yardley’s review of work by John Gregory Dunne. I had a brief obsession with Joan Didion, peaked by the publication of her memoir the Year of Magical Thinking. I attended her reading at the Folger and was just mesmerized by her presence and prose. So interest in her husband by default.
So I'm fully stimulated for the week coming up to try to weasel out of jury duty (ten years and no service!) and own up to my parking tickets.
Congrats to the Hoyas for defeating powerhouse Duke and proving the Wizards aren’t the only boys who can ball up South. Hoya games with my older brother when I was a kid spurred my slow-simmering love for basketball that flares up during upsets like these.
An incredible 4,000 people attended funeral services for Sandy Allen’s grandson, Jon Allen Jr., whose Southeast homicide closed out the New Year. Her grandsons had become her life post-politics, and her grief is unbelievable. Allens older grandson Russell Mitchell was charged with the summer shooting of a beloved grandmother, and has been in police custody since.
Imagine living at work. Literally. Domino Sugar employers have set up trailers for their 210 employees and their families on the grounds of the refinery. “Dirty, dusty, and boring” is how a teenage girl who lives there with her parents and brother describes the community. Her father would say necessary. What’s the alternative? To be homeless and unemployed? It's a temporary solution that will expend its utility pretty quickly. Residents/workers emotional health collapses like the levees under the pressure of uncertainty while city and state officials fail to come up with viable solutions for Hurricane Katrina, four months later. Between sips of coffee, friend notes despair and depression has caused twenty-plus people to commit suicide.
Every thought there was something dark and not quite right about clowns, Barneys, Pee Wee Hermans, and other grown people who “entertain” children? Gene Weingarten explains our suspicions through The Great Zucchini in the Magazine. Really fascinating story, and I love his structure.
Finally, something I didn’t get to read, but will, Yardley’s review of work by John Gregory Dunne. I had a brief obsession with Joan Didion, peaked by the publication of her memoir the Year of Magical Thinking. I attended her reading at the Folger and was just mesmerized by her presence and prose. So interest in her husband by default.
So I'm fully stimulated for the week coming up to try to weasel out of jury duty (ten years and no service!) and own up to my parking tickets.
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