Friday, June 3, 2011

Frenemies




I've been doing a lot of knitting lately, and listening to books on tape. Two I've listened to recently seem, on the surface, to be dissimilar. But closer inspection shows similarities.


The first is The Best of Friends: Martha and Me, by Mariana Pasternak. The author meets her neighbor in Westport, Connecticut -- the as-yet-unknown Martha Stewart -- and they become, as she says, "the best of friends." The author gets sucked into Martha's world of fame and fortune as Martha's sidekick. She and her family serve as props in early Martha Stewart books and television shows. She and Martha each become divorced from their spouse (the author's divorce apparently occurred in part because her husband did not approve of her friendship with Martha), and the author becomes a single mother real estate agent. She mentions several high-level real estate transactions in which she participates as a real estate agent and the very good income she derives from these transactions, but she finds it hard to keep up with Martha's lifestyle on her income. Their friendship included yearly holiday travels to various exotic locations as Egypt, Machu Picchu, and a luxury Mexican spa (where she learns of Martha's stock transaction which ultimately led to Martha's trial and imprisonment). Thus she ends up in thousands of dollars in debt to Martha for trips and renovations on her home. She also testifies at the trial, and their twenty-plus year friendship does not survive. In the end, the author is cast out of Martha's world and has only her less-glamorous life as a real estate agent.


The second is The Politician: An Insider's Account of John Edward's Pursuit of the Presidency and the Scandal that Brought Him Down, by Andrew Young. Young graduates from Wake Forest Law School but decides he does not really want to be a lawyer, so he works for the NC Trial Lawyers. There, as a thirty-something staffer, Young hears John Edwards give a speech to the trial lawyers and decided to hitch his wagon to Edwards' senatorial campaign. He believes this man could be President some day, and he wants to climb that ladder with Edwards. As a staffer in the Senator's Raleigh office, he works his way into driving the Senator when he is in NC so as to get closer to him. He grabs at the chance to move to what he perceives to be a better position in the Capitol Hill office, but after 9/11 his wife wants to move back to NC, so they do. Young describes how he makes himself the "go-to guy" for the Edwards' family -- taking care of anything and everything from buying Christmas trees to setting up campaign offices for the various Presidential races in which Edwards participates. Ultimately, he helps Edwards hide his affair with Rielle Hunter from Elizabeth, his wife. He thus falls out of Elizabeth's good graces, but John keeps him on -- for he has become the go-between between John and Rielle. Young describes how he rose to his "position of power" by never saying "no" to John Edwards, and how he ultimately felt trapped in his relationship with him as a result. He says that he could not say "no" to anything Edwards asked -- including claiming paternity for Reille Hunter's child and taking his wife and children into hiding with Hunter when the affair became public. Ultimately he, too, loses his relationship with John Edwards and, thus, his job of over ten years and his reputation.


In both books, the author spills the dirt on the celebrity "friend" -- much of it a parade of pettiness and anecdotes to show how the "real person" is not like the persona they present to the public. Both authors latched onto the celebrity and enjoyed the reflected glamour and/or power it gave them -- the chance to hobnob with other rich and famous and powerful people. Both authors could not say "no" to the celebrity but ultimately felt they had become trapped in their bond with the celebrity, and ultimately broke with the celebrity over the celebrity's criminal behavior (alleged or convicted).


There's a lot of sordid detail to wade through in both books. But each is a morality tale -- whether the author intended it or not -- on the consequences of hitching yourself to a celebrity and being so blinded by your own ambition for fame, wealth, power, etc. that you end up never saying "no" and doing things you can easily regret doing. In the end, each author is left worse than he or she started.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Gifts

The whole vacation was a gift.
Two bottles of red wine from John.
The kindle and cover from Patricia, John, Caroline, Ryan, and Michael.
The quilt from Mom.
The serving dish from Patricia.



The trip to the beach last week was a gift. But in addition, Mom gave me the quilt she had made last year. Patricia, John, Caroline & Ryan, and Michael gave me a kindle with a blue cover ("my color" when I was a child). Patricia also gave me a Duke chip 'n dip dish. John also gave me two bottles of red wine -- one from NC and one a very good French vintage. So, lots of wonderful gifts from my family to celebrate my retirement.

Monday, April 4, 2011

At the Beach

Theresa heading back to the house from the beach. The view from the family room. 6 Cowrie Lane -- "Our House" for the week. A long and wonderful spring week at the beach -- complete with unseasonably cold weather, gray and rainy days and two beautifully sunny ones, a low of 6 people in the house (me, Mom, Kathy, Theresa, Chris, and Steve -- after Mike left on Tuesday) to a high of 17 (add Patricia and John, Anne and Jim, Eileen and Harold, Michael, Jimmy, Bradley, Justin, and Alana beginning on Thursday), and lots of walks on the beach. Our house at 6 Cowrie Lane in Wrightsville Beach, NC, was perfect for such a large family gathering to celebrate my retirement Four bedrooms and two bathrooms upstairs for the adults and two bedrooms and a bathroom downstairs for the young people and overflow adults, family rooms upstairs and down, and televisions in every bedroom and family room. We had wonderful home-cooked meals -- we all especially loved Jim's seafood and pasta on Friday night, with leftovers and more shrimp on Saturday night. We also had some memorable southern meals during the week -- barbeque and fried chicken plates at Jackson's Big Oak Barbeque on Kerr Avenue in Wilmington (a tip from our cashier at Wal*Mart on Monday) and southern-style fried fish on Wednesday at Something Fishy on College Avenue (a tip from our Jackson's waitress). Walking Kathy's kite on the beach. Blowing bubbles from the top deck of the house into the wind. Hours spent watching the daring Herman the Hermit Crab, found by John on the beach. And a game of miniature golf -- 5 adults versus 5 boys -- on Saturday afternoon. How did we manage to end up with a tied score so no one had bragging rights? It was sad to pack up and leave early on Sunday morning, but I was glad Patricia & John, Harold & Eileen, and Anne & Jim let me leave a bit earlier than they did, while they were still packing their cars. Everyone had to be out by 10:00 a.m., but I was on the road by 8:30 and home by 2:30 in the afternoon -- glad to be out of the traffic on I-95. Thanks to everyone, it was a wonderful, memorable week at the beach.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

No-Knead Bread



I missed this 2006 craze while I was working, but after Mark Bittman ceased his Minimalist column in the NY Times recently, he published a list of 25 recipes from the column and this was among them. This is my third attempt, and I am glad I persisted in trying this recipe.

First time: I used all-purpose flour and the measurements (e.g., 3 cups of flour) from the Minimalist column. Bittman stressed that it should be wet dough, but this was more like batter and even after nearly a day of letting it rise, it had not gotten any more solid, so I threw it out and began again.

Second attempt: I used all-purpose flour and the weights and measures (e.g., 350 grams water) from a Bittman follow-up to the original column, which I found online. This worked out better, in that it was actually bake-able, but the dough was still very wet and spread out quite a bit, making the loaf not very high. The crust was very, very crisp and the inside had lovely holes and was moist. This encouraged me to try a third time.

Third time is the charm. By this time I had gotten Jim Lahey's book, My Bread, from the library and had purchased some King Arthur's bread flour. I used the weights and measures from the book, which differed from those given by Mark Bittman. The crust was not as thick as the previous loaf, but still crispy, and the inside was moist, although the holes were not quite as prominant as the last loaf.

When I took it out of the oven, the loaf "sang" with a crackling sound that Lahey described in his book and I could understand how bread had enchanted him. I was amazed by the beautiful crust, although I did not dare to go for the deep chestnut color he encourages us to go for in his book.

The book is wonderful, with the inspirational story of how he came to bake bread and open the Sullivan Street Bakery in NYC, a detailed recipe (with pictures!)for the no-knead bread and several variations on the basic recipe, and additional recipes for pizza and focaccia dough, sandwich fixin's and sandwiches, and dishes using stale bread. I might have to buy this book. I plan to keep baking this bread every other day or so until it becomes second nature. I tried the recipe for pancetta, mango, and basil sandwich (with a store-bought roll) for lunch today, and it was very good, too.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

I went to NYC and . . .


















had a lot of fun, even though it was frigid, and Duke lost to St. John's 93-78. They were down by 21 at the half and never came close during the second half -- only some 3s near the end made the score look closer than the game really was. Painful to watch -- the shots were not falling for Duke most of the game, and although there were a few moments of good defense during the second half, defense was also non-existent for most of the game. But I do like watching basketball in Madison Square Garden -- even high up, the seats are not bad.

We stayed at the Affinia right across from MSG and Penn Station -- so convenient! And we had a one-bedroom suite (room 1919) with a kitchenette and a great view.

Sadly, our favorite close-by restaurant -- Ginger House on Seventh Avenue -- was shuttered, and we do not know if it is going to re-open or if it is closed for good. So we ate next door at Triple Crown -- had a very nice meal of a "daily special" beef stew topped with mashed potatoes for me and a club sandwich for Jeff on Saturday night, but a very mediocre meal of chicken cordon bleu for Jeff and a "daily special" corned beef & pastrami sandwich and broccoli cheddar soup for me on Sunday. So I don't know whether Triple Crown will replace Ginger House in our affections or not.

Still, we managed to have a very nice trip up and back sandwiched between winter storms last week and this week, and got to see Duke play in MSG, even if they did lose horribly.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Good-bye to all that


Although I do not officially retire until Saturday, January 1, 2011, today was my last day in the office. I went in at my usual time of 6:30 a.m. and by 10:00 a.m. I had completed my out-processing and good-byes. It was a strange feeling to be leaving the place where I have worked since February 1982.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Monday in Pittsburgh


Heinz Chapel at Pitt

View of Carnegie-Mellon from the Cathedral of Learning at Pitt


Carnegie-Mellon quad with Cathedral of Learning in the background.



October 11, 2o1o, that is. Such a long time ago, now! We left Cleveland fairly early and our GPS navigation system got us to the hotel -- a Holiday Inn located between Pitt and Carnegie-Mellon -- without too much trouble. We parked the car in the parking garage & never moved it again. It was still unseasonably warm, and the area was pretty hilly, too. So walking was pretty strenuous compared to the flat walks I have been used to lately. We ate lunch in the Carnegie-Mellon student center -- an all-you-can eat soup & salad bar, plus Jeff had some desserts. The food was very good and very reasonably priced. We sat in a room off to the side; it was nice & quiet, sort of like a faculty dining room, with few students. We walked about Carnegie-Mellon and back to the block at the edge of Pitt that contained the skyscraper Cathedral of Knowledge, the Stephen Foster memorial, and the Heinz Chapel. I decided not to pay the $3 to see the classrooms decked out in various international decorations, but we did go up to the top floor open to the public for the view. Then Jeff went back to the hotel room -- all tired out -- and I went to the Heinz Chapel, which had very beautiful stained glass windows in a medieval style. I also liked the exhibits in the Stephen Foster memorial, which also contained a theater. For dinner, we again decided not to go out and ate in the hotel dining room.