well, that was interesting

Yesterday I gave up on getting LiveJournal to ping weblogs.com automatically, and I manually pinged it myself. Today, possibly unrelated, Google seems finally to have started indexing my LiveJournal posts.

I woke up to find that someone had left two comments on a month-old post in which I quoted the New York Times waxing rhapsodic on the American landscape, and also a local supporter of Eric Rudolph who explained that "Rudolph's a Christian and I'm a Christian." My new anonymous correspondent had two points to make: Take the Times with a grain of salt, and "be careful when you bash a Christian."

Now, I don't think I was taking the Times with less salt than I take anything else, and I don't think I was bashing anyone, except maybe Eric Rudolph by pretty much assuming the charges against him are true. But, um, well, welcome me back to the web. Anything you say may be held against you.

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I miss Katharine Hepburn.

the new york times, now with salt

Liz Phair responds to last week's negative review with the longest letter I've ever seen the Times print, in which she tells the story of "a writer named Chicken Little". Not sure what's going on there.

( Movies, music, theater (!), politics, business. )

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Well, I'm happy to see that Little Women and The African Queen are both already on the Stanford Theatre's schedule for this summer. And I've added every Katharine Hepburn movie I could find to my Netflix queue. But my two favorites--Bringing Up Baby and Holiday--are not even available on DVD! WHY!

weird nostalgia

I've just been going through one of my random piles of old clippings and things--apartment landscape features created when I need to clean for company, but I don't have time to actually clean, so I just put all the mess in one spot and forget about it. Sometimes when I move I put the piles in boxes, and sometimes I take them out again, which must explain this one at the top of a bookshelf.

This pile had assorted memorabilia from several places I've lived--like a 1997 program from Henry VIII, the closing performance of the Public Theater's ten-year Shakespeare Marathon in Central Park. I remember going to this, but I don't remember the play itself at all.

I also found a takeout menu from Pasta Pisa in Medford. In the winter of 1998, I lived right down the street from this place, and so of course I ate there all the time--usually the ravioli, I think. The staff was really friendly, the prices were reasonable, and the food was really good. I miss that place.

I just did a Google search to see if Pasta Pisa is still around. Apparently it is, and it seems to be doing fine. They won an informal taste-off of the five pizza shops on that two-block strip of Boston Avenue. The owners have expanded next door into a creperie. And apparently the food is halal, which is nice if that's your thing.