First off, congrats to my little brother and his wife, who had their first child thist week. I'm Uncle Greg now. He checks this about once a year in normal times and his life just got exponentially busier, so this is a bit pointless, but it's still pretty great and deserves notice.
Mom PPA headed home yesterday, after I got the all-clear to drive (look out, Atlanta -- I'm still on painkillers!), and I've now been learning which tasks I'm still unable to do thanks to my weak right arm. One of them is taking out the trash, so if you're in the neighborhood, stop by. Things are starting to smell.
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I'm starting to wander a bit farther afield on my daily recuperation walks (and "farther afield" still only means "15 minutes from my house"), and the other day I took the camera along for the first time in centuries, to capture a little sight that's been there forever but that I've ignored.
It's a fence on Highland Avenue, covered in junk/discarded items. And it's pretty cool. There's car grills, medical supplies, carousel horses, all presented without explanation. It runs between an old residential (apartments, I'd assume) building and a car wash; I guess it's associated with the apartment building, since the "installation" curves around behind it.
The building is 995 N. Highland, but a quick Google search doesn't turn up any clue as to the reason behind this. It's sort of out of character for the neighborhood -- it's not a real funky place -- and I kind of dig it.
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HC Kometa Brno has swept through the first round of the 1. Liga playoffs, crushing Olomouc four games to none. TEAM OF DESTINY. They'll now play KLH Chomutov, and here's where I wish I spoke Czech so I could talk some shit.
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Books, books, books:
#18 -- "Where Peachtree Meets Sweet Auburn" by Gary M. Pomerantz
#19 -- "Plowing the Dark" by Richard Powers
I wish I'd read "Peachtree" some years ago; if I'd read it when I first moved here, I might have felt like I had a bit more of a handle on Atlanta. Pomerantz tells the history of the city through two prominent families, one white, one black. He obviously loves Atlanta, but he's also straightforward and honest about the confused and often hostile race relations here. Anyone who moves here, pick this up and get a better start than I did.
I've raved about Powers repeatedly in the past, but "Plowing the Dark" completely fell flat for me. Maybe if I were more computer-oriented it would have worked, though perhaps not. When I read "Gold Bug Variations" I kind of wished that the characters were real so that I could know them. But here the characters are flat and unmemorable; the relationship between three is very reminiscent of the center of GBV, and seems like a pale imitation. At times the book reminded me of Steve Erickson's work -- lots of big ideas, ultimately not really going anywhere. Every day can't be sunshine, I guess. I still think the world of Powers and look forward to "The Echo Maker," but I can't recommend this.