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Morning, Noon and Night

Posted in Books with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 15, 2010 by Mj Rains

I enjoyed this one, a short read this week.

From the book cover:

“A richly comic work about parenthood, about adults who won’t grow up and children who do, Morning, Noon and Night stands as Spalding Gray’s most mature work…”

Praise for Spalding Gray

Spalding Gray may be the nation’s most outstanding storyteller. Nothing eludes his eye or the sureness of his satire. The secret of his success is the skewed angle of vision–his eccentric wit and ruthless candor.” — Los Angeles Times

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Celebrating another 4th at the Uncle’s…

Posted in When it RAINs with tags , , , , , , on July 3, 2010 by Mj Rains

We’ll be hitting Uncle’s party around 2 pm on the July fourth, and won’t see the road until late that night after the huge assortment of fireworks has hit the air, and come down precariously close to where we’ll be sitting.  Viking helmet, anyone?  Please remember to eat, drink, and be safe this weekend as we celebrate the country’s birthday!!

Happy Independence Day to all from the Wit Continuum.

Peace…

A Trip of Self-Discovery

Posted in Writers with tags , , , , , , on July 27, 2009 by Mj Rains

Another piece of writing I love by Michael Ondaatje: an excerpt from his sublime memoir, Running in the Family.

Once a friend had told me that it was only when I was drunk that I seemed to know exactly what I wanted.  And so, two months later, in the midst of the farewell party in my growing wildness – dancing, balancing a wine glass on my forehead and falling to the floor twisting round and getting up without letting the glass tip, a trick which seemed only possible when drunk and relaxed – I knew I was already running … I had already planned the journey back.  During quiet afternoons I spread maps onto the floor and searched out possible routes to Ceylon.  But it was only in the midst of this party, among my closest friends, that I realized I would be traveling back to the family I had grown from – those relations from my parents’ generation who stood in my memory like frozen opera.   I wanted to touch them into words…

While all these names may give an air of authenticity, I must confess that the book is not a history but a portrait or “gesture.”   And if those listed above disapprove of the fictional air I apologize and can only say that in Sri Lanka a well-told lie is worth a thousand facts. “

July 4th – The fireworks of my uncle…

Posted in When it RAINs with tags , , , , , , on July 4, 2009 by Mj Rains

vancouver-fireworks

Another 4th of July already!  The Wit and family will be spending it with uncle who hosts a big shin-dig in the coal banked reaches of northeast pa.  Around 9 pm or so, after we have all heavily drunk of the wild cisterns of glee that are often called coolers, we will sit back and watch uncle don his viking helmut, hike up his pants, toss another cold one and present us with a show, something much like this.  (well, actually not quite this big, but close, mainly because it is so close!).  Not settling for sparklers, uncles asks the tent guy earlier this week “Have anything else?” to which he is discretly escorted to the back of the gentleman’s truck where cases of United We Stand and other such phenominally named boxes can be found, all perfectly legal, of course.  There is a competition in this neighborhood…fireworks can be seen lighting the sky from all directions, leaving us dizzy and aching in the neck by the time we are on our journey home, exhausted, stuffed, and slightly drunk (except for the driver of course!)  Believe me, you haven’t experienced fireworks until some sparks have fallen on you and you at least have a hair or two singed, or as one year, when Mr. Continuum was struck in the chest by a flaming falling firework shell).  

All hazards aside…Hope everyone has a wonderful Independence Day!  Happy Shin-digs! Let freedom ring!  God bless you all!

Peace…

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