1. Play with the feral kittens that you are taming.
2. Play with your own animals so they won’t be jealous of the interlopers.
3. Do your best to avoid crying because your lovely old car blew a head gasket.
4. Have your car towed to another garage to confirm the diagnosis.
5. Shop for new (old) cars online.
6. Pay bills (while it is still possible to do so).
7. Water and weed the garden (because you will be living on collards, it turns out).
8. Remember at the last minute that you must attend a lecture, and bike there.
9. Add dinner with the lecture crew to your evening (and skip over the collards on the menu).
10. Rally a blog crew for MQR, and share the news before Monday is officially over.
I was talking about blogging with one of my undergraduate editors at Mandala Journal, and it seems that, as far as blogging goes, we may operate in parallel universes by virtue of the technology generations into which we were respectively born. Whitney, now twenty-one and an avid blogger, divides the blogging cosmos into “the Wordpress crowd” and “the Tumblr crowd.” She was raised on the ‘net and has been blogging in both environments for some time. She’s mostly left Wordpress behind. In the Tumblr universe, she finds that her expectations for community and for visual and textual stimulation are met. By contrast, she finds the Wordpress crowd to be, “It’s well, umm, how to put this? Static. It’s okay for grad students and my mom, but for my generation, we want more going on.” Ouch! I enlisted Whitney’s help to unpack her response because I must admit, I wasn’t exactly sure what she was talking about. Both in grad school and roughly Whitney’s mom’s age, I am clearly on the other side of a generation gap. I am not as “now” as Whitney is, and I’m more than a little unsettled by the prospect.
“Have you ever heard of a Bonanza Farm?” the North Dakota Tourism website asks me, and I have to answer, “Sure, I watched re-runs of Bonanza when I was a kid,” which is enough to betray me. I am so very much not from North Dakota, and the tv western I watched as a kid seems to have nothing to do with a North Dakotan notion of bonanza. Neither does my next leap to mining lingo. No, a Bonanza Farm is what resulted in the 19th century when the Northern Pacific Railroad offered its stock holders the opportunity to buy large tracts of land at government prices in order to raise capital to complete the railroad across what would shortly become the state of North Dakota. Next time you’re in North Dakota, you might want to visit one such farm, the tourism site continues, and they offer up Bagg Bonanza Farm near Mooreton. North Dakota not in your immediate travel plans? Then how about Brenda K. Marshall’s story “In Which a Coffin Is a Bed but an Ox Is Not a Coffin.” Marshall’s story kicks off the summer reading issue and is our featured story on the website, but don’t expect mosquitoes and bar-b-q. A chilly, chilly, chilling blizzard is in your future. Plus, two illustrations, the first of which sent me on my Bonanza Farm quest.
My hairdresser, Michelle, reads more books for fun these days than just about anyone else I know. When I make my twice-annual pilgrimage to her chair, she fills me in. This summer she re-read some Chuck Palahniuk, “always great.” She loved Peter Ho Davies’ The Welsh Girl. She discovered John Waters, the writer, “Fun to read. I love his movies, which reminds me, have you seen Cockettes?” A documentary about a psychedelic drag troupe in San Francisco’s North Beach in the 1960’s, it’s now on my list. But, don’t expect Waters. The film is related to Waters merely by associative leap. Back in Waters territory, we agree that a trip to his actual stomping grounds, a trip to Baltimore aka “Charm City” aka “The City that Reads,” is in order.
The Summer Reading issue … Heads out to India, the American West, the wilds of Minnesota, and the wilderness of a librarian’s heart in its fiction pages … While Megan Dreisbach reports on an autopsy, Christine Murphy on jury duty in New Orleans, Herbert Gold on his youthful misadventures, Frank Meola on Thoreau in New York … and Aisha Sloan on her hardworking father creating his dream house out of a unheated shell of rotting timber and leaking pipes … And poetry is provided by Evan Glasson, Eric Lee, Donald Platt, Chad Davidson, and Lilah Hegnauer.