Two weeks ago I wrote about radishes (and got my first ever photo credit. I took 166 pictures with my new fancy camera. 20 had the lens cap on, another 20 or so were out of focus and out of that first batch, one was a gem. Luck favors the shutter button) for FOODday, this week my topic was asparagus but more in get to know asparagus better than how to cook it type of way.
My brother Carl won the Oregon Book Award for poetry. You can watch here. Also in poetry, Michael McGriff had the New York Times write a love letter to his new book. A full page, non-twilight novels don't even get that.
I'm not saying the songs one chooses to listen to are autobiographical, but there are a few artists I feel could score my life, most boring movie ever BTW, but Joe Henry who seems to Picasso - refract details in a dozen different directions composing a fractured, yet unambiguous portrait of my emotional experiences. As much as I enjoy the bittersweet, baseball loving, ironic Mr. Henry, Alejandro Escovedo just does it for me. His career from proto-punker, member of Rank and File, alt-rocker, cello-serenading sadness, flirting up against glam rock and Les Paul, 3 chords and the truth anthem-y rockers has been the soundtrack to my life. Buy some of his music now, and if you don't trust my judgment, read more over on Slate.