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Inspired by our recent viewing of the series The Other Bennet Sister (no, I have not read the book it is based on), I decided to take the plunge and go back and read the source material, yes--the O.G. text, the book that started it all... Pride and Prejudice. This was the first time I tackled an Austen novel since I read Persuasion in the mid-1990s. I am popping in here to jot down some informal observations while the book is still fresh in my memory. After I've accomplished this task, I'll feel comfortable in calling P&P a wrap. Let me start with Mr. Darcy. It occurred to me that perhaps he, in the year 2026, would be considered to be on the neurodivergent spectrum. He speaks directly and honestly to a fault and he is awkward in social situations. Granted, that's not much to go on, but I'm simply throwing it out there. Jane Austen is quite funny, and the pompous Mr. Collins, the melodramatic Mrs. Bennet, and the haughty Caroline Bingley provide comic ...

I promised a Michael Shannon/Jason Narducy review and by God, I will deliver. I better damned well do it before I forget everything about it. After examining our respective sunburns from the Tigers game and me taking a shower to remove the sweat of sitting in the hot sun for three hours, we hopped on the Woodward Avenue light rail and took it up to Mack Avenue. From there, we walked up Woodward and saw, across the avenue, the immaculately dressed beautiful people walking the red carpet and entering the Detroit Symphony Orchestra' gala season opener at venerable Orchestra Hall. It offered a contrast to the musical event we were attending. Up another block or so we reached the Majestic Theater, former movie palace turned concert venue. It was the first time either of us had been to the Majestic. At this point, it dawned on me with rude unsparing clarity that I should have downloaded (uploaded?) the electronic tickets before we headed out. It took me about ten minutes of fumbling with...

A no-frills blast through my weekend: We dropped "the kids" off at DTW on Friday afternoon and then drove over to Dearborn Music, a place I've wanted to go to for a few years. It did not disappoint. I could have easily spent several hours there, but seeing as how we wanted to beat the rush hour and Tigers game traffic in Detroit, we left at (checks Dearborn Music receipt) at 4:10 PM. I bought a splatter vinyl edition of the new Echo & the Bunnymen album Apples For Isaac and   impulsively threw in the CD of Jack White's new album, Frozen Charlotte . Then we decided to drive from Dearborn to downtown Detroit via Michigan Avenue, and I'm happy we did. Aside from being at the Henry Ford (Museum) and Greenfield Village (which doesn't really count), I can't remember the last time I was in Dearborn. I was impressed by how upscale it is, at least what I saw on Michigan.  We arrived in Detroit and had to drive around the block of our hotel a few times before we...

I haven't written anything here since late August, right after the Brandi Carlile show, and that's pretty bad.  A. and L. arrived here from Germany in the beginning of September, so that has been where most of my attention has been. They will be heading back in a few days, so life will return to mundane normality. I finished reading Flowers For Algernon on September 15. It was a book I'd wanted to read for decades--having read the original Daniel Keyes short story (or maybe an edited version of the short story?) in 9th or 10th grade. It was much more "PG-13" rated than the rather anodyne version we read in school. When the experimental procedure finally shows results and Charlie Gordon gets smart, he spends a lot of time thinking about sex, eventually having sex, and binge drinking. (Though, in fairness, he also does plenty of "smart person" stuff, like composing a symphony on piano and researching how long his super-intelligence will last). The novel...

It's been three days since we saw Brandi Carlile at Meadow Brook Amphitheater and I had better get my thoughts down before I forget. This was our 11th Brandi show. (I mistakenly gave us credit for seeing her for the first time in 2009, when in fact it was 2010). So we've now seen her in three different states (Michigan, Illinois, and Colorado) and two different countries (the U.S, of course, and the U.K.). In January, L. will see her in THREE countries, when she attends the Girls Just Wanna festival in Mexico with a friend. She'll also be one up on me in total Brandi shows. That's a hard pill to swallow, but I'll survive. At this point, need I say that Brandi was amazing yet again? I have never seen her put on a show that was anything less than jaw-dropping. To think that I was at best skeptically curious when L. said in 2010, "I like this singer Brandi Carlile and want to see her in concert." From the moment Brandi opened her mouth and sang her first note...

[I wrote this on Facebook and Instagram. Rather than reinvent the wheel, I publish it here in slightly edited form]. Book # 20 of 2026 is a wrap:  Waiting on a Friend by Natalie Adler. First off, this has been the most fruitful reading year I have had in an extremely long time. I don't have a great explanation for it, other than I've tried to be more open and adventurous in my book choices, and this strategy has paid off. Waiting on a Friend is another book that crossed my desk at work and it looked intriguing enough to   take a chance on it and place a hold. However, as it sometimes goes with this, when it was my turn, I was already knee-deep in another book. I didn't get to Waiting on a Friend until three days before the due date. Thanfully, the novel grabbed me right away and I returned it "only" three days late. The book takes place in NYC in 1984. Our narrator is Renata, a (self-described) queer 29-year-old vintage clothing store employee who,...