On Sunday after our July 4th questionable-judgement canoe experience, this book caught my eye in Sherman's book store in Camden.
Absinthe & Flamethrowers: Projects and Ruminations on the Art of Living Dangerously by William Gurstelle. I'm more interested in the ruminations than the projects, interested in risk. I can still book shows at our theater using the college's money, but I don't do that much because I can't lose money. It was the possibility that I might lose money that made it interesting (and that made me select carefully and promote heavily). The book uses the Hunter S. Thompson term edgework to describe artfully dangerous activities and deep smarts to summarize what one might gain by doing them.
Sugar snaps from our garden. String them, turn them over a few times in hot sesame oil to turn them brilliant green, sprinkle with Slap Ya Mama and some crystallized ginger.
A couple of weeks ago we visited old friends Jean Carr and Este Armstrong in Friendship, a small town at the tip of a peninsula with real working docks; no tourist frills there.
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