Pirate Pugs: Some people don’t understand

This morning, Audrey alluded to the idea that people don’t want pugs because the can fart and its eye falls out.




Yes, I follow Pug blogs

Including Bah Humpug. My mysterious pugbuttsoulmate occasionally will brighten my day when she posts live action videos and pictures (as opposed to the drawings of pugs featured on her blog). Like this one (WOULDYA LISTEN TO THAT SNORTING!?):

Thanks for making this day that much brighter!

One Hundred Names for Love and One Heavy Ol’ Self


This book became a friend. I lived among its pages for over a month and grew alongside the narrative. At first I reluctantly became involved with the characters—I let Diane lead me with her heavy imagery and lofty prose. But I yawned-active into the story of Paul’s stroke and Diane’s caregiving. I gently explored the aphasiac’s brain and waited for the morsels of explanation as to how exactly the human mind works. I love the closeness I feel to people I’ve never met and probably will never meet. Nor would I want to, actually. It’s wonderful to know that Diane Ackerman and Paul West exist as more than fictitious characters. If I were to meet them, I would have to participate in the relationship and my “self” can be so darn heavy. I’ll stick to being the unknown observer this time, thanks very much.

My “professional” review of One Hundred Names for Love can be found at The Caregiver’s Survival Network.

George Saunders and Dick Cavett at NYPL

George Saunders and Dick Cavett

Just saw George Saunders at the NYPL, “interviewed” by Dick Cavett. The format was conversational, often dominated by Cavett’s frequent poetry citations. Like this one, from Philip Larkin’s poem “Aubade”:

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
In time the curtain-edges will grow light.
Till then I see what’s really always there:
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
Making all thought impossible but how
And where and when I shall myself die.

There was a collective “Mmmm” from the audience in response to the poem’s profundity. Yet the atmosphere remained light and jovial, in part due to Saunders’ ChicAHgo spin on words and Cavett’s well-earned nostalgia.

Saunders was as humble as ever, injecting the dialogue with deeply insightful and humorous lines. When asked to describe himself in “Tweet format,” he responded with: “Why so hard to get smarter & nicer?” Saunders describes one’s personal style as the language “that is readily available to you.”

George Saunders says of Dick Cavett, “he taught me how to be a person.” Cavett’s show created a space for falters, missteps, and insight– a space for humans to be human. And Saunders teaches me how to be human– with his humility, humor, and outlook. “Tenth of December” answers the question “Will good or bad prevail?” with “Well, how ’bout both?” BOOM. Human.

Cavett referenced Truman Capote and his lovely, lovely little voice. Thought I’d share: