Library card of the week
August 6th, 2011The darkness of the movie house
August 2nd, 2011The movie theatre is for sale in my dusty hometown. I can’t tell you how this plays on my imagination. I watched most anything and everything that played here in the 1980′s: Blue Lagoon, Poltergeist, The Cannonball Run, multiple slasher films. It’s since been renovated, but at the time whole aisles of crusty seats would move unhinged from the floor.
When I see this place, it brings to my mind the opening line from The Outsiders, by S.E. Hinton, “When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home.”
For July 24th
July 24th, 2011My mother passed away three years ago today. When I first realized she passed on July 24th — which didn’t happen immediately, because the days had such a fog laying over them – it gave me a sort of wry satisfaction. That’s because my mom was a Mormon (not a staunch Mormon — a school-teaching, feminist one — but a Mormon nonetheless) and in that culture, July 24th is Pioneer Day, a special occasion and day of celebration.
It commemorates the day that Brigham Young and the first group of Mormon Pioneers entered the Salt Lake Valley on July 24, 1847. We never celebrated this day when I was a kid, or anything like that. Hell, we didn’t even go to church. But still in some esoteric cosmology type of way, I like to imagine my mom arriving in Heaven with all of her Mormon ancestors in the middle of a celebration. I like to think of them making a big deal that she was there to join them.
And then, more Earth-bound and closer to my own sense of how the universe should be (inclusive; equal-rights for everybody), this year, July 24 is special for another reason. Because, of course, today is the day gay marriage becomes legal in New York State. It makes me happy to think that so many people will be celebrating today, because New York is where so many of my own impressions of love and relationships were hatched. Here’s to you Mom! And here’s to love!
Tools are important
July 18th, 2011
Toronto Comic Arts Festival: Pencil it In from Toronto Comic Arts Festival on Vimeo.
A lovely video by the Toronto Comic Arts Festival.
Library card of the week
July 6th, 2011The shed
June 27th, 2011It’s summer in Phoenix and hot. And for some reason, the heat is making me think about “the shed”. In the backyard of my grandma’s house in Winslow there was a tool shed built by my grandfather. The walls were chipboard panels, and the floor was made of rotty 2x4’s that sort of sank and creaked in certain spots under your feet. Walking in from the intense sunlight outside, it always took my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness inside the shed. But my nose knew immediately where it was. There was the stale smell of Winston cigarettes and the unmistakable acrid smell of man pee. The walls were filled from floor to ceiling with a motley assortment of junk (batting for quilts, old cookie tins that contained who knows what, Christmas decorations, burlap sacks of pinto beans and pecans, tools of all sorts, emptied mayonnaise jars filled with nails, and buttons, and string)
If my grandpa was inside the shed, then there was sure to be a burning cigarette; ash growing ever longer, sitting on the edge of a shelf.
There were a couple woody knot-holes in the floorboards and my grandpa used to take a leak in there – aiming for the gaps in the wood. We all knew he did it – even though we enjoyed indoor plumbing inside the house just 15 feet away. But he would take a whizz in there with regularity and the smell in summer was sharp and choking.
My cousins and I would dart in there on a dare perhaps, but generally tried to stay out. Though sometimes we were sent in there to retrieve something which we did at a sprint, one hand plugging up our nose, the other cupped over our mouths, our eyes bugging out as we scanned the shelves for the item in question. Scanning quickly — like Harry Houdini trapped in chains in a small chamber filling with water — our breath held. Running out of the shed with a loud Pwah! as we expelled the last of the held breath from our lungs.
Spotted: a doorknob in Philadelphia
June 16th, 2011The Uh-uhs
June 8th, 2011For our time in Philly, we are staying in a place we have dubbed “the Circle House”. It was found and rented by Liam’s twin brother, Seth, and is right off of Rittenhouse Square. It is modernist and geometric and an awesome place to spend a week. It has giant round windows, and a spiral staircase, and a minimal feel but within the structure of a traditional Philadelphia townhome.
Seth is with us, and we’ve spent time with Liam and Seth’s parents, and their older brother Hil, my sister-in-law Tara and my niece and nephew who drove down from Brooklyn.
Like a dogged anthropologist I have worked to try to understand the dynamics and complicated inner-workings of this tribe, yet still sometimes struggle with it after many years among them.
When Liam and Seth were little — pre-verbal really — they had a whole society they began creating out of their wooden toys. These people were called, “The Uh-uhs”. The name came from hearing, “Uh-uh-uh, don’t touch that.”
The Uh-uhs, were little round connector pieces from tinker toys, Lincoln Log parts, square blocks, and a collection of various furniture knobs brought home from a factory by their father, Stephen. They had set personalities that both Seth and Liam had a clear understanding of. It was a whole imaginary universe complete with many sub-sets.
For instance there was “Grammy” (which could be singular or the plural, “Grammies”). A “Grammy” was not a grandmother. Grammy was a flat, large and wagon wheel shaped wood piece based loosely on their brother Hil. There were also “Pocodots” which represented Seth and Liam. Pocodots were mischievous and clever. There were “Twerps”; they were even tinier. Twerps were twins. They probably came from a wooden game set. Two big round blocks represented the parents – Dwissy, the dad, and Delosi, the mom. Delosi was really the boss and nice, but she also handed out the punishments. Dwissy bumbled around quizzically. The Twerps and/or the Pocodots were always gaming the system pranking Grammy. You still with me?
The Uh-uhs were rooted in the twins childhood play and are still widely referenced to explain things in adulthood. For instance the Circle House where we are staying on vacation is clearly the work of Pocodots.
This twin-developed play evolved over time and included certain truths such as: the larger the furniture knob, the stronger the Uh-uh (but also the more dim-witted). One unique furniture knob looked like a blue turban so they put him on top of one of the Pocodots and he became “Ingenious Pocodot”. The smallest, squeaky-voiced, Uh-uh was a little yellow knob that came off of Seth’s dresser and she was called “Little Tiny Ancestor” – the wisest one and also the leader.
There were Bunchys (sweet and placid Uh-uhs, and also a term of endearment), and Wee-wee Uh-uh’s (extremely timid in nature).
Deciphering the Uh-uhs is not unlike deciphering the Sherman clan. Except that the Uh-uhs are a simplification of personality traits and in many ways each member of the Sherman family is capable of magnification of behavior and qualities. During our trip to Philadelphia among the extended family, there were moments of feeling like both a Wee-wee Uh-uh and an Ingenious Pocodot. This is an incredibly contradictory, hard crowd of people to get all together in one place. To get them to all be civil to one another is trickier still. There were moments of emotional side-stepping, and a couple of moments of acquiescence in the face of inflexibility (No, no, no let us rent a car) and I don’t want to name names but someone threw a hissy fit about finding a tick on their person which, upon close inspection, turned out to be a pimple. And, Seth swears at one point I let out a snappy little, “Uh” (almost like a zap) to signal to Liam he was about to go too far at the dinner table. All in all, though, I think we would agree it was a terrific success. Most importantly, our own Little Tiny Ancestor got to spend time with her grandparents, aunt, uncles, and cousins and be among this side of her family. Plus the soft pretzels really can’t be beat.
Wake the town
June 6th, 2011We are in Philadelphia for a week of vacationing and visiting Liam’s family. This week feels like the one, which definitively marks the end of spring and the beginning of summer. It is hot and sweltering during the day and I am adjusting to my own sensation of sweat again.
This morning when I snuck out of the apartment walking along a little lost to find an iced coffee, and have a moment to write, it dawned on me that I am doing one of my favorite things – exploring a mostly new city. I love exploring a city that is unfamiliar to me — each day venturing a little farther afield than the day before.
We’ve been to see Independence Hall and saw the room where both the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution were crafted and created. I am struck by the room’s simplicity. It is a spare working room with tables and chairs and some books. It is both reassuring to me and familiar — the idea of taking a few trusted texts that came before, looking at them for inspiration, and sitting in a room and hammering something out. I trust this process. I recognize this. It is rational and revolutionary.
Also, a piece I wrote on the origin of my name appeared in the Phoenix New Times Summer Guide this week.









