“We were together. I forget the rest.”

Friday Flotsam and Jetsam

Reading: The Art of Fielding by Chad Harbach.  I’m only on the third chapter, but oh boy… this is a well-written book.  I had a vague memory of hearing it was great, and when I saw it on the library shelf, I grabbed it up, flipped it over, and read a gushing review by Jonathan Franzen. So obviously, it came home with me. Here’s an excerpt from the first chapter.

After each ball, he dropped back into his feline crouch, the fingertips of his small glove scraping the cooked earth. He barehanded a slow roller and fired to first on a dead run. He leaped high to snag a tailing line drive. Sweat poured down his cheeks as he sliced through the soup- thick air. Even at full speed his face looked bland, almost bored, like that of a virtuoso practicing scales. He weighed a buck and a quarter, maximum. Where the kid’s thoughts were — whether he was having any thoughts at all, behind that blank look — Schwartz couldn’t say. He remembered a line from Professor Eglantine’s poetry class: Expressionless, expresses God.


Feeling lucky for: Finding this Bottega Veneta wallet at a consignment store. I’ll be honest: I’m not positive it’s real. However, I’ve wanted one forever and I’m not going to pay $800 for it right now… so, this makes me happy and that’s the important thing, right? But yes. I’m pretending it’s real.


Wishing: I was in New York, so I could go to Lily Stockman’s show. If you’re there please go for me, ok? And if you do, and choose to buy me this piece, well, I can’t stop you. Deceptively simple and alive.


Obsessively eating: Fleur de Sel caramels from Trader Joe’s. We put them in the freezer to make them last a bit longer and oh man… just get some. To offset all that sugar action, we’ve been eating a salad I sorta adapted from a local restaurant. Spring mix, sliced juicy pears, crumbled goat cheese, chopped almonds, dried cranberries, all topped with tender salmon. Oh, and white balsamic dressing. Normally I make my own dressing, but I snagged this one and it’s quite good. I either broil the salmon, or just cook it in a pan, but I’m looking forward to getting the grill cleaned up and making this all summer. And next time we have it I’ll take a snap :)


Coveting: A Hugo Guinness print. I’ve wanted one for a while, but lately it’s reaching a fever pitch.  This is the one. I’d either hang it above our bed, or more likely, in my soon-to-be nook of our office. (More on that later). Can I go ahead and put this on my birthday wish list? Side note: I’m embarrassed to say that I just recently learned that Hugo’s wife is Elliot Puckette, thanks to Nadya. Coolest couple ever. Full stop.



One comment on “Friday Flotsam and Jetsam

  1. nadya
    April 22, 2013

    We are soul mates of taste and style, my friend. I loved that book, btw—curious to hear what you think of the end.

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This entry was posted on April 19, 2013 by .

Jessica Clare

Preschool teacher, writer, trouble maker.

LIVES: Seattle. By way of Santa Fe, San Francisco, and NYC.
DAYDREAMS:Strong coffee. Gourmet magazine. Stinky cheese. Date night with new strappy heels. Green chile. Going back to India. Unabashed displays of love. Vegetable gardens. Clean sheets. Unruly stacks of books. Breaking Bad marathons. Writing like Joan Didion ,Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and Joseph Stroud. Cookbooks. French 75s. Sequins with jeans. Leaving love notes.
BELIEVES: “A human being is part of the whole, called by us ‘Universe,’ a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest – a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole nature in its beauty. Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but the striving for such achievement is in itself a part of the liberation, and a foundation for inner security.” Albert Einstein “The important thing is not to think much but to love much and so do that which best stirs you to love.” St. Teresa of Avila “People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances without own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.” Joseph Campbell

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