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This book is not the first copy of this book that I’ve owned. The first copy of this book I got in either kindergarten or first grade – I would guess kindergarten, but logically it feels more like first grade. It was free, a gift from RIF – Reading Is Fundamental – a program […] A few weeks ago, I posted Adam, 1977, a magnificent piece of art that I cannot bring myself to throw away, even as I hide it in a drawer, unsure of what exactly I am supposed to do with it. Here is the sequel. The only comment my Mother made upon giving this to […] Back in 2011, when my blog was busy, I asked if anybody remembered Alvin Fernald. Nobody responded. So, a mere 9 years later, I finally decided to track down one of the books that I mentioned in that post, Alvin Fernald, Superweasel. The book is about a fourth or fifth grader who single handedly […] The artplate displayed – as it is both a magnificent piece of art and a plate one can dine off of – is drawn by one of the 20th century’s greatest unknown artists. Me. Apparently, it was a thing to give children markers and tell them to draw, turning the resulting thing into a […] A year or two ago I was in a la-di-da kids shop, Kleine Gesellschaft, in Prenzlauer Berg, where I stumbled upon “Berliner Luft.” It’s the kind of kids shop that is so upscale and pretentious that it has its own brand toys. This is, simply put, a bottle of soapy water, complete with one […] This Bull Head Bourbon, produced by the Lake George Distilling Company, is batch 62, bottle 95, bottled on October 24, 2019. From there, it was stuck on a truck and delivered, eventually, to a liquor store near Wall Street, which is where I purchased it between Christmas and New Year’s a few months ago. […] This is a book that I remember from my childhood – but not the details. Sometimes in idle moments my mind would play back the name of the first-born son: as I recalled it, “Rikki Rikki Tembo Nosa Rembo….” And then my mind would start cycling the name and I would remember the moral […] I am the baby of the family – clearly an accident. Growing up, my Mother had silhouettes of my siblings (as kids) hanging on the wall by her desk – and she wanted one of me as well. The above was procured at a renaissance faire/festival – at least as I recall it. I […] |
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