Super bowl
Yes, we watched the super bowl. A suspicion of football players is one of the last chips I still carry on my shoulder from high school, but the whole jocks vs. nerds battle seems a little silly at 34. The game also provided a handy excuse for me and S to have Gigi, the librarian, the girl from Hickopolis, and GTB over.
The game sucked, our team lost, but the company (and the cheese dip) was excellent.
February 7th, 2006
February 8th, 2006 at 10:16 am
Anytime you want to hang out and eat cheese dip, I’m so there. We don’t need a lousy football game to do that. Thanks again for the hospitality!
February 8th, 2006 at 3:14 pm
Seriously!! Can’t we eat cheese dip while watching a movie? Definitely more up some of our proverbial alleys than football…
February 9th, 2006 at 11:37 am
Hmm, I believe a birthday celebration is coming up. Perhaps we can incorporate queso eating into it!
February 12th, 2006 at 11:00 am
[…] The Short History of a Prince, Jane Hamilton In anticipation of Hamilton’s forthcoming novel in September, I wanted to make sure I had read all of her previous books, especially since I continually cite her as one of my favorite authors. This was the one I had missed, despite its having been on my shelf for some time. As I was reading it, while I just wanted to melt into Hamilton’s prose as if it were a large, warm vat of queso (still thinking of how damn good GTB’s queso was on Superbowl Sunday—and really, Hamiton’s writing is that rich and thick and creamy and good), I sometimes thought to myself that this would never supplant Disobedience as my favorite Hamilton book. Most of the novel is entirely internal which doesn’t make for much momentum. I commented to myself that the book was largely a recalling of the main character’s past which at the outset I wasn’t thoroughly enjoying, however then the brilliance of it all hit me like the smarting slap in the face I deserved for not seeing it right away: the entire book was indeed a recollection of the past, it was the short history of this prince. The prince is a gay high school teacher in the mid-west whose brother died when he was a teenager, and who once dreamed of being a ballet dancer. This book is yet another example of Hamilton’s emotionally, yet appropriately distant writing (which some people abhor but I find riveting), her ability to create a large story within a small context, and her strength in depicting average American lives in a wholly un-average way. […]