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Friday, October 16, 2009

the treehorn trilogy



i love going to the library to browse through the 25¢ book sale section.  i have found some interesting books along the way.  last weekend, my friends and i got to visit the angels and accordions on-site performance at greenwood cemetery in brooklyn.  dancers weaved through the cemetery and led us on a two-hour tour of the magnificent space.  at one point, an "angel" dressed in white was draped over a tomb, reminding me of the old edward gorey illustrations on mystery! theatre.  remember those?  it made me really want to read this book i picked up from a library sale called treehorn's wish.

though illustrated by edward gorey, it's written by florency parry heide.  in true tongue-in-cheek fashion, she recounts the story of an overlooked and sadly neglected boy named treehorn.  in treehorn's wish, it is his birthday, and all he would like is a birthday cake, but his parents are too busy with "adult" things and barely acknowledge treehorn on his special day.  though this should be a sad story, treehorn does not wallow in his sorry state of affairs, but stumbles through his day absorbed in his boyhood fancy of presents, cakes and candles.  it's only the subsuming dramatic irony of a reader knowing that this situation is amiss that adds the last overtone of cynical humour to this story.  edward gorey's illustrations provide the perfect visual narrative for heide's not-so-sweet story.

i'm currently debating whether or not to buy the rest of trilogy because the brooklyn library does not seem to know of treehorn's existence!  (gasp!)  but further research showed me that edward gorey has illustrated a number of grim stories, and i'm not sure i could stop at only three.

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The Treehorn Trilogy: The Shrinking of Treehorn, Treehorn's Treasure, and Treehorn's Wish
By Florence Parry Heide
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Saturday, October 03, 2009

wtwta

i should be lesson planning, but i seem to be going a little where the wild things are crazy.  it all started at a brunch last week where the host had a cycle of images on his computer that came from terrible yellow eyes.  the author of this blog was also in love with where the wild things are and commissioned artists to submit their renditions of the beloved maurice sendak book.  i decided i wanted to have one for my desktop background, but nothing on the site quite grabbed me.  after a little image search, here's what i came up with:


© tim durning


© warner bros pictures


© katsushika hokusai via where the wild things ought to be


© erin mcguire

the last one is actually from terrible yellow eyes, but i ended up going with the first one.  monsters are scary, and who wants to have a big one scaring you at all hours of the night?

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Tuesday, September 29, 2009

on the street where you lived


i parked on a street where a man died this morning.  by evening, there were already twelve candles standing in solemn vigil near the tree where sawdust had been spread to cover the blood and oil.  it was strange to walk by that sacred spot.  instinctively, i held my breath and tried to look without looking. 

it's always strange to see these vigils.  quiet candles, garish floral arrangements, teddy bears, signed posters.  they turn up in the most unexpected of places.  you're angry that you're late to work again, and then you see a wreath draped across a cross that says, "we love you."  i've never seen a roadside vigil being put up, but its effects are always the same.  a silent slap of reality.  a sacred spot where life became death.

it's ironic, but part of my commute home everyday involves a car-choked merge on an elevated highway.  cars, trucks, taxis and buses all smash into the same small spaces trying to vie for that small piece of asphalt.  through the corrugated side-grate of the highway, there are little spaces where there the siding meets.  these gaps are only a couple of inches wide, but when you look through, you'll see the most massive cemetery below.  i sometimes wonder at the city planner who thought to place a narrow strip of elevated highway over a massive sea of graves.  the juxtaposition of the crowded living over the crowded dead gets me every time.

i'm not trying to sound overly morbid.  i get that a lot when i try to talk about death, so these days i stick to lighter topics like the weather and food.  but it's these subtle reminders that inch in and remind me that life and death are not so far apart.


Sunday, September 27, 2009

somefin' nice

life has been incredibly dramatic and hectic lately.  i want to put a picture of something cute and nice to counter-balance that.


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Thursday, August 20, 2009

teachers have it easy

this book was eye-opening and a bit chilling.  hard to believe it was published not too long ago.

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Teachers Have It Easy: The Big Sacrifices and Small Salaries of America's Teachers
By Daniel Moulthrop, Ninive Clements Calegari, Dave Eggers
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