summer reading: mario vargas llosa's death in the andes

the dad picked this book up for me at a sidewalk sale and sent it to me when i got back from perú. and it is excellent.

i was waiting to read it until after the semester ended, because i suspected it might be one of those books that kept me up until 4:00 in the morning, and i was correct.

death in the andes is beautiful and horrifying and confusing and fascinating. and it makes me really miss perú.

you should definitely read it.

keep calling on this kid

last sunday the pastor asked the kids why their dads were special. the best answer:

"he lets me eat spam and rice-a-roni that my mom doesn't like!"

song of the moment

cocorosie, "werewolf"

cocorosie is super weird, it's true. this is the song i can't get enough of at the moment. if you find yourself in a similar position, you can download both "werewolf" and "rainbowarriors" here.

eight hundred!

free movie advice:

if you are going to watch "let the right one in," which is a dark and disturbing and gory and beautiful swedish movie (shocking, i know), you really ought to consider making sure your viewing companion is way braver than you so that she or he can tell you what you missed when your eyes were both covered and closed (and in certain extra-serious circumstances, when you were also hiding your entire face), and also when it is safe to open your eyes again.

thank you, garden!

the year's first zucchini.

lots of lettuce.

a juicy lemon.

two amazing sugar snap peas (i ate the other one directly after cutting it.)

an artichoke from the most delicious artichoke plant on earth.

more to come.

beautiful.

although obama has not magically fixed all of america's problems and ensured a pony in every yard and cupcakes in every lunchbox, he is presently off in the middle east and europe not alienating and insulting everyone. which is cool, and somewhat of a departure from the approach of a certain recent american president.

and then there's this photograph.

this exchange took place a few weeks ago, i guess, when the young man pictured was visiting the white house. he wanted to know if obama's hair felt "like his" (a pretty reasonable question, especially for a little guy who is plenty old enough to notice these kinds of differences.) this is obama (right) bending down so that his guest (middle) can feel it for himself. and me (not pictured) getting teary.

via.