The Rules of the Game

From the January 26 New York Times Book Review . . .

From an interview with the author found in the New York Times Book Review on Sunday, January 26.

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A Happier Right Now

It is January, with overnight temps hovering around 32 degrees below freezing where we live, the holidays are over, and we are hacking our way back in the saddle again. Here are some ideas I have gleaned to seriously make your January happier right away.

  • First you need an incredible song that would be on the playlist at Trader Joe’s and make you want to sing along, such as “Little Darlin” by The Diamonds. I caught this stunner on our local Falcon radio (WKCS, 91.1), the only high-school radio in East Tennessee–and somebody there knows how to put together an eclectic playlist. So do I, so here are a few of my finds for you to consider:
  1. “Come Unto Me” – the Mavericks
  2. “Right Now” – Mark Knopfler & Emmylou Harris
  3. “Five Hundred Miles” – Justin Timberlake, Cary Mulligan, & Stark Sands
  4. “Pancho and Lefty” – Jason Isbell & Elizabeth Cook
  5. “Find My Own Way” – Knoxville’s own Black Cadillacs
  6. “Dead or in Jail” – William Clark Green
  7. “Gospel Plow” – Elizabeth Cook
  8. “A Sorta Fairytale” – Tori Amos
  9. “Love Me or Leave Me” – Nina Simone
  10. “Don’t Come Lookin’ for Me” – Louise Mosrie
  11. “Kathy’s Song” – Sarah Jarosz
  12. “Maybe” – Ocean Carolina
  13. “Country Girl” – Carolina Chocolate Drops
  14. “(Call Me) When You Get to Heaven” – the Mavericks
  15. “Africa” – Toto
  • the square of revengeNext you need a trip to Europe for only $9.99 by reading Pieter Aspe’s novel The  Square of Revenge set in one of the most beautiful cities I have ever seen (ranked second to Paris in my experience): Bruges, Belgium. Bruges was a prosperous town in the 1600’s and before, but fell on hard times. Instead of tearing everything down and starting over every 50 years as too many American cities do, Bruges kept their canals, cobblestoned streets, horse-drawn carriages, and livability visitability quotient. Since Belgians speak three official languages, English is the common denominator, so enjoy a visit to Bruges either in person or in Aspe’s book which was his first novel translated from Dutch to English.
  • Where you live is a huge happiness indicator says this new book.

    Where you live is a huge happiness indicator says this new book.

    Then take a look at the latest thinking on happiness as advanced by Charles Montgomery in his new book Happy City. As Alan Ehrenhalt encapsulates the book in last Sunday’s New York Times Book Review, “people have been shown to be happier when they live a connected life, establishing casual but regular relationships with the people they meet through simple residential proximity.” He also says green space is “a crucial part of healthy human habitat”. Exactly. Read the rest of the review at:

Then get out and find some of your friends that you haven’t had time for since the holidays blew in. Welcome to 2014, my friends! And bon chance making your January a better place to listen and keep moving ahead into Spring and beyond!

Anna — 1/7/2014

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Your time is limited . . .

Steve Jobs Quote

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The Music of Life

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My Pony Likes to Jump!

The speed bump sign on our street.

The speed bump sign on our street.

When our city put three speed bumps (or “humps”, as they were unfortunately described by the accompanying signs) on our street, our neighborhood association’s block captains cheered. My husband and I did not agree the bumps were a good thing, made jokes about the signs, and bemoaned how our lives must be faster paced and more complicated than our more sedately ambling neighbors.

We had only lived in our new house a few months when we were “welcomed” to the neighborhood by a woman who shook her fist as I drove by and angrily yelled, “Slow down!”

Me and the speed bump nearest our house.

Me and the speed bump nearest our house.

I had been raised where people generally minded their own business. Everyone was too busy working, raising their children, fixing dinner, or just plain living their lives to bother telling their neighbors how to live. We kids were taught to stay out of the road so we wouldn’t be ran over, not to play baseball or football in the street as kids did here.

One post-speed-bump-installation day, I was driving my younger son Aidan to school, and we were running late as usual. I got up a head of steam and took the speed bump at a sharp clip with my car airborne for a satisfyingly wonderful moment, and I said, “My pony likes to jump!”

A 1999 black Honda Accord

A beautiful 1999 black Honda Accord that looks similar to my beloved Blackie.

We took the other two bumps at the same speed and the world was our oyster! There was nothing we couldn’t do now! With its standard-equipment spoiler and wicked-cool design, Blackie, my souped-up 1999 V-6 Honda Accord–and favorite car ever–took the bumps with serene aplomb. Nothing brought that Accord low and Lord knows, girl, she LOVED to jump!!

Yeah, she was an extension of me, that beautiful queen of a car! Aidan loved her so much that when he learned to drive and needed a car of his own, I gave him Blackie to get wherever he wanted to go in life.

It is the little things that make life magical–the things you can’t buy or trade: such as hearing a steady staccato rain dancing when you are going to sleep, taking the hand of someone you care for when you cross the street, smelling bread baking outside a bakery, or smiling at a baby whose eyes show all the wisdom and joy of the ages. Or perhaps, hearing a song that sings particularly to you.

Kitty Kallen who sang "Little Things Mean a Lot"

Kitty Kallen who sang “Little Things Mean A Lot”

When I was a wee girl, Daddy had a treasured 45-rpm recording of such a song called “Little Things Mean A Lot”. The tune was recorded by a 1950’s-era pop singer my father particularly liked who was called Kitty Kallen. I grew up hearing and singing the song, and fervently believed in the simple way of living it described.

Blow me a kiss from across the room
Say I look nice when I’m not
Touch my hair as you pass my chair
Little things mean a lot
Give me your arm as we cross the street
Call me at six on the dot
A line a day when you’re far away
Little things mean a lot
Don’t have to buy me diamonds or pearls
Champagne, sables, and such
I never cared much for diamonds and pearls
’cause honestly, honey, they just cost money
Give me a hand when I’ve lost the way
Give me your shoulder to cry on
Whether the day is bright or gray
Give me your heart to rely on
Send me the warmth of a secret smile
To show me you haven’t forgot
For now and forever, that’s always and ever
Little things mean a lot

Read more: Kallen Kitty – Little Things Mean A Lot Lyrics | MetroLyrics

I still know the words by heart–isn’t that a wonderful phrase, and very accurate–and I can sing the song at the drop of a hat. Daddy taught us that the most important things in life, as suggested in the song, cannot be bought or sold.

Today after ten years in this neighborhood, we feel right at home and when the ever-so-occasional street-walker tries to slow my progress–and it doesn’t happen often because I try to be a cautious driver–I try to ignore the interloper since we are family on this street.

And now while Aidan drives Blackie to his job, I drive a new jumper. Although her color is gray, she’s not an old gray mare, as you can see in the following video. Because, yes, my pony still likes to jump!

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The Loo Down

Eating out is a part of my enduring feng shui, my milieu, my raison d’être, and other delightfully exact and sensorily appealing foreign terms. In other words, eating out as often as possible is how my husband and I live our busy, one, two, three lives.

Knoxville's Bistro at the Bijou features a lovely painting of a nekkid (yes, I do mean naked) lady over the bar. Huzzah!

Knoxville’s Bistro at the Bijou features a lovely painting of a nekkid (yes, I do mean naked) lady over the bar. Huzzah!

The sheer variety of our gastronomic experience allows me to ponder the eternal question: can you tell a good restaurant by the quality and attention-to-detail of its washing up “facilities”? I’m here to tell you that, yes, you can indeed visit the lavoratory, or “lav”as the Brits say, before eating a bite of food and get a pretty darn close indication of the care a restaurateur gives each and every element of the dining experience.

I know what you are thinking: it can’t be true for how could the loo (yes, another perfectly descriptive British term!) be indicative of an eating establishment’s quality. How indeed.

A lovely little restaurant in Aix-en-Provence, France.

A lovely little restaurant in Aix-en-Provence, France.

My argument rests, my friends, on experience. I have eaten and used the facilities in spots around the world. I noted that Cairo has great bidets and toilets in the hotels serving Westerners. Bruges features the wonder of the Belgian rotating, clean plastic cover for each new restaurant patron.

And the crowning glory was my visit to a French public toilet in Aix-en-Provence that sprayed the entire interior of the room with an antibacterial solution before I entered. The latter defining moment can be had for a fee of 10 euro cents, and I recommend it for the sheer wonder and novelty value alone!

You can't miss the restroom sign at Knoxville's Bistro at the Bijou.

You can’t miss the restroom sign at Knoxville’s Bistro at the Bijou.

I have also visited interesting ladies’ room interiors in London, Paris, San Francisco, New York, Montreal, Mexico City, Calgary, Vancouver, Puerto Rico, Costa Rica, St. Martin, Austin, Houston, and Rio.

So, I can safely report that I know a thing or two about eating and bathrooming in many a foreign and domestic restaurant.

Having acknowledged the variety and depth of my experience, I point now to the finest Knoxville, Tennessee, restaurants, as shaped and molded by the innovation and cleanliness of their restrooms.

Bistro supplies

Bistro at the Bijou keeps supplies handy for its discerning customers. And note the lovely etagere! How civilized!

Bistro at the Bijou is not only the place in Knoxville to eat before an event or concert at the Bijou Theatre, but the Bistro also is a great place to put together a deal over lunch downtown or find yourself a handy lawyer or thirty as they graze contentedly on the Bistro’s divine fare.

Bistro’s very hands-on owner Martha Boggs not only has some great food and innovative menu options, she proves it properly with the fine appointments of her whimsical loo-sign-designated restrooms.

Check your look in Bistro's mirrored etagere.

Check your look in Bistro’s mirrored etagere.

Let’s talk the important things: cleanliness, check; more toilet supplies as needed, check; a cheery floor file combination I have seen in a New York City art house theater, check; and not one, but two mirrors to check your look. Hey waiter, check!

Knoxville's Bistro ala NYC floor with a certain someone's gorgeous gams, so to speak!

Knoxville’s Bistro is styling with checkerboard tile!

Besides its lovely “facilities”, Bistro at the Bijou accommodates large parties in a cozy upstairs nook that is graced by a vintage red velvet sofa that would have done a bordello proud.

Oh, yeah, try Bistro at the Bijou anytime for lunch, afternoon, weekend brunch, a drink after work, or an anytime dinner in a relaxed and casual atmosphere.

Knoxville’s take on scrumptious continental cuisine can be found at Stephanie and Brian Ballest’s Northshore Brasserie. Despite its location on Northshore Drive, this Belgian brasserie is actually located in West Knoxville, conveniently located just off Pellissippi Parkway at the Northshore exit.

Northshore Brasserie's ladies room wall features the collected wisdom of the ages.

Northshore Brasserie’s ladies room with the collected wisdom of the ages.

Brasserie has to-die-for-mussels (or so I hear since I am allergic to shellfish), impeccable white-tablecloth service, and my favorite bar for keeping an eye on a game while having delectable food.

But you know that you are in the right place when you step into Stephanie’s ladies lounge area that features aphorisms and witticisms aplenty.

Yep, the Brasserie's mirror is a fine place to check your look while dining at one of Knoxville's finest restaurants!

Yep, the Brasserie’s mirror is a fine place to check your look while dining at one of Knoxville’s finest restaurants!

The enlightening experience continues with all the accouterment you would expect to find in a deliciously well-appointed French or Belgian restaurant: careful attention to each detail of the dining experience, seasonal fare, a daily special, and, my personal favorite, a special gourmet, three-course meal on Thursday nights for only $22.

The wait staff are fabulous, the bar is hopping, and you can even eat out on the terrace under an umbrella. Very Parisian.

But don’t take my word for the connection between fine eating and the restrooms that make us proud to sit or stand for whatever suits your endeavor. Do your own research at some of the dining establishments of your choice and discover whether there is indeed a connection between the quality of an eatery and its accompanying facilities.

For what could be better than exploring, doing a bit of detective work, and finding that it is entirely elementary my dear. Whether in Saskatoon or your own hometown, whether eating or drinking, find out for yourself whether there is a connection between your favorite watering hole and the outhouse that sustains it!

~ Anna, 10/10/13

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Orange Is the New Film Festival

This beautifully crafted film opened the Knoxville Film Festival on September 19.

This beautifully crafted film opened the Knoxville Film Festival on September 19.

What is home when home is not safe? This seems to be one of the questions posed by the stellar film Short Term 12 which is playing to appreciative audiences in festivals around the country.

After seeing Short Term 12, the opening selection for the Knoxville Film Festival (a collaborative effort between Knoxville’s Dogwood Arts Festival and Oak Ridge’s Secret City Film Festival) last evening, I have been musing about the ways we find solace and a safe place to reveal who we really are.

Aptly named Grace pedals herself and Jayden out of their abusive pasts.

Aptly named Grace pedals herself and Jayden out of their abusive pasts.

The movie is set in a group home for troubled children who have the good luck to be in the care of Grace, the home’s lead staff member.

Grace, as fully inhabited by gifted actress Brie Larson, creates a safe, organized, caring environment and gives them home’s residents space to creatively find their own way in the world. Grace intuitively knows how to help her charges since she survived–and is still surviving–her own abusive home.

Mason (John Gallagher Jr.) and Grace (Brie Larson) in Short Term 12.

Mason (John Gallagher Jr.) and Grace (Brie Larson) in Short Term 12.

Perhaps better than any other recent movie that comes to mind, Short Term 12 shows that we save ourselves when we save others. We heal when we help people who are struggling with similar issues to our own and when we risk sharing our stories with those who care about us.

Beautifully told and acted, Short Term 12 is simply told and more viscerally powerful in its simplicity. This parable suggests to me that we make our way in the world by cobbling together our family of choice. See the movie if you can.

Piper Chapman (in orange) as the new inmate on the block in Netflix's Orange Is the New Black.

Piper Chapman (in orange) as the new inmate on the block in Netflix’s Orange Is the New Black.

And with the happenstance of life’s random nature, my husband Kurt and I have recently been watching another type of home, a coerced home if you will, in Netflix’s wonderful series Orange is the New Black.

Set in a minimum-security prison, Orange tells the story of a 30-or-so-year-old, well-educated woman, Piper Chapman (played by Taylor Schilling), who finds herself incarcerated when an eight-years-ago flame seeking a reduced sentence names her as a drug mule.

Laura Prepon as the riveting Alex Vause.

Laura Prepon as the riveting Alex Vause.

We are addicted. The show is hilarious, terrifying, thoughtful, addictive, and self-assured. Its characters are completely realized, with situations as random and true-to-life as the adventures of modern existence.

Orange is the kind of show the broadcast networks and cable TV have abandoned in their chase for the lowest common denominator of reality shows that are absent any real reality.

Orange Is the New Black and BBC America’s Luther (both available on Netflix) are the two most addictively alive shows around. Watch them and find yourself transported never to be seen by your friends for 13 episodes!

~ Anna 9/20/2013

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One Banana Per Monkey, Please!

The funniest movie of the summer, maybe the year: "In A World".

The funniest movie of the summer, maybe the year: “In A World”.

Drama, thriller, fantasy, sci-fi. Easy peasy versus the rarest of masterpieces, the piece de resistance, the coolest high-wire act: a rip-roaringly good comedy. Well, lucky for you, there are some amazingly creative laughs out there this week with your name on them.

Run, don’t walk, to “In a World” which tells the story of a somewhat slacker, but oh-so-really-gorgeous-and-sharp young woman who tries, against all odds (and I doooo mean odds), to break into the all-male, omniscient, and deep-voiced world of movie trailer voiceovers.

Director/writer/co-producer/star Lake Bell on the set of "In A World".

Director/writer/co-producer/star Lake Bell on the set of “In A World”.

The film is quite autobiographical since its star, writer, director, and co-producer, the geographically named Lake Bell, has been trying for years to break into the male-dominated voiceover world. And fun fact (as Stephen Colbert would say): the movie’s title, “In A World”, alludes to the phrase coined and used repeatedly ad nauseam by real-life voiceover king Don LaFontaine who passed away in 2008 after making millions doing over 5,000 movie trailers.

She may be a multi-hyphenate newcomer, but Bell’s film scored out of the gate by winning Best Screenplay at the Sundance Film Festival. No real slacker, she.

Bell on the August 19-16, 2013 Double Issue (can you believe they called it that?!) of New York Magazine in nothing by a fake tattoo applied by her husband, the most famous tattoo artist in the world.

Bell on the August 19-26, 2013 Double Issue (can you believe they called it that?!) of New York magazine in nothing by a fake tattoo applied by her husband, the celebrity tattoo artist Scott Campbell.

And proving her creative independence, after writing, directing, and starring in the coolest, funniest movie of the year, Bell posed on the cover of my new favorite periodical, New York magazine (check it out; only $40 for 42 home-delivered issues!), in nothing but a fake tattoo drawn by her husband, the said-to-be most famous tattoo artist in the world, Scott Campbell. Yeah, she goes her own way, Bebe, and she looks fantastic while she does it! By the way, for the curious, Lake reports she has only one tiny real tattoo.

Aside for the film aficionados: real 20-year voiceover artist and actor Fred Melamed plays Bell’s overbearing, egotistical father in the film. He is not willing to celebrate his daughter landing her first movie trailer job, instead he throws his hat in the ring to try to steal the job from her. Melamed is so believable in the role that I wanted to throttle him.

See one of the best Clarence Brown Theatre plays ever, "Noises Off", catch it until September 22.

See one of the best Clarence Brown Theatre plays ever, “Noises Off”, catch it until September 22.

If you are lucky enough to live in Knoxville, K-town, Tennessee, shimmy on over to the Clarence Brown Theatre’s  production of Noises Off. This hilarious farce reminds me of the funniest Cary Grant movies that I have ever seen. It’s a play about doing a play that is soooo falling-down funny that by the second act my sides were hurting from laughing, and by the third act someone on stage actually falls down a flight a stairs–on purpose, and doesn’t actually kill himself! Phew!

Gail Rastorfer, David Kortemeier, and Katie Cunningham in "Noises Off".

Gail Rastorfer, David Kortemeier, and Katie Cunningham in “Noises Off”.

Noises Off is creative in ways I never could have imagined, and the cast is pristine and in their prime. Everyone shines, especially Kate Cunningham who plays Brooke, the not-so-bright blonde that comes off pretty canny to me as she steps delicately over the debris that litters the stage at critical junctures. I’d see this one again in a heartbeat.

The poster child for drinking lotsa pints!

The poster child for drinking lotsa pints!

Ok, for you lower-brow kings, check out the movie “The World’s End” which is much sharper and better than I expected. Simon Pegg of “Shawn of the Dead” fame returns again with another cast of lovable and not-so-lovable British hooligans. Funny, wise, stupid, and lotsa drinking of pints.

And, for those of you watching at home and wondering about the title of this post, I would love to take credit for the funniest lead-in this side of the railroad tracks (and we should know because, in the case of our backyard: A Train Runs Through It), bbbbuuuutttt my creative genius of a husband Kurt came up with this title. And let it never be said that I don’t give credit where credit is due! My husband has a gift for creativity, photography, intelligence, wit, and his exceedingly cute butt. Yeah, I said butt.

Signing off now; a lovely day awaits. Hey, settle down! One banana per monkey, please!

~ Anna, 9/13/2013 (Friday the Thirteenth of September, not that I am superstitious)

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A Commonplace, Extraordinary Man

Jon Manchip White was Lindsay Young Professor of English and then Professor Emeritus at the University of Tennessee.
Jon Manchip White was Lindsay Young Professor of English and then Professor Emeritus at the University of Tennessee.

“If a movie doesn’t have any characters that you care about it, it fails. It is not a good movie.” Dr. Jon Manchip White said to our class of English graduate students and would-be writers at the University of Tennessee in the early 1990’s.

“Many wonderful writers did not come into their own until they reached middle age,” he said. How encouraging! We were eager to think that we had time to grow into our writing careers and become the published (ah, published!) writers we were meant to be.

One of Manchip White's historical novels, Solo Goya.
One of Manchip White’s historical novels, Solo Goya.

Unlike many of my college professors whose words I cannot recall, Manchip White’s ideas have remained with me. Even though for many years I have written for a living in a different way–writing brochures, annual reports, newsletters, and gift proposals–the possibility of writing a novel or a memoir has been in the attic of my mind. Could be. Might be. Maybe at some point. If I ever find the time.

whistling past the churchyard

“Your last name is Welsh you know,” he said to me. He wore his own Welsh heritage proudly and let me know I too was a member of this hardworking, larger-than-life, creative tribe of people. As an American, I am always thrilled to know more about my ancestry, about where my forebears came from before they arrived on this continent and (hopefully) found a better life.

everyday lives in ancient egypt

What I didn’t know was that Manchip White was also an expert in Egyptology, who started his career writing for the infant British Broadcasting Company (the BBC) in the 1950’s or that he was a  screenwriter and script doctor in the 1960’s. I didn’t know he wrote poetry, or that he founded the creative writing departments at the University of Texas El Paso and UT Knoxville. How lucky did Knoxville get to attract this man who had lived in Madrid and Paris and contributed to the screenplay for the movie El Cid?!

Jon Manchip White hat

And yet, he was so generous, encouraging, and gave us students small, but ever-so-powerful, clues about becoming successful writers: “Keep a commonplace journal where you write all the snippets of inspiration you see or hear each day. A quote; an overheard conversation; a scenario. You can use those details later to make your writing more grounded in reality. To make it come alive.”

A too-short 89 years after his birth in Wales, a celebration of Jon Ewbank Manchip White’s life is being held on Saturday, September 14th, 2013, at 3:00 in the afternoon at the Foundry here in Knoxville. His obituary states he was “native of Cardiff, Wales, and a U.S. citizen by choice”. He wrote his life on a wide page and a wide screen. I am privileged to have learned from him, was encouraged to be my most full writing self because of him, and have never forgotten him. He was a writer; what could be a higher calling than that?

Cheers and Godspeed, Professor Manchip White. As my Irish Mamaw would say, I am proud to have known ye.

~ Anna, 9/12/2013

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Happiness, Wodehouse, and the Rock Goddess

loreena b:w girl dancing“Happiness is excitement that has found a settling down place. But there is always a little corner that keeps flapping around.”

~ E. L. (Elaine Lobl) Konigsburg, American author and  illustrator of children’s books and young adult fiction

 

pg himself“As we grow older and realize more clearly the limitations of human happiness, we come to see that the only real and abiding pleasure in life is to give pleasure to other people.”

~ P.G. Wodehouse, English humorist and writer

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“Don’t compromise yourself. You are all you’ve got.”

~ Janis Joplin, American singer and seminal blues-rock goddess who died waaayyyy too young

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