Markie’s New Shirts

markies new shirtsYou remember Markie’s New Shoes, don”t you? Of course you do.

On that January day when Carol and I went shopping and Dine About Towning and museuming, we stopped into a store called Mix on Sutter at Grant. They told us that Marimekko is due to celebrate their 50th anniversary and will have new colors for their shirts. She said they were due in February. I left my number and she said that she would call me when they come in.
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Mâche Pit

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Now that it’s after Candlemas, things in our hoophouse are really taking off.

Candlemas is celebrated as “Groundhog Day” in the U.S, and is thought to be the ancient marking of the point between Winter solstice and the Vernal equinox; according to Wikipedia, in France, “Candlemas (French: La Chandeleur) is celebrated with crêpes, which must be eaten only after eight p.m. If the cook can flip a crêpe while holding a coin in the other hand, the family is assured of prosperity throughout the coming year…” Did you and Valerie flip your crêpes, Bro?

One of the hardiest of the greens we grow through the winter are these cute little tufts of buttery soft green called “mâche” or “corn salad” which are starting to bolt in the early spring heat. (Our unheated hoophouse will often get 40 to 50 °F above the outside temp, which now can be a blazing 40 or 50 °F at mid-day — you do the math…)
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Survivor Pool

I heard about an interesting variation on the radio this morning called a Survivor Pool.

What you do is pick a team to win on each day of play. If they win, you live to pick the next day. If they lose, you’re out. You can only pick a team one time, so beware of picking the high seeds too early.

Just for the hell of it, for openers, Thursday, I’ll take Marquette over Alabama.

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Hoops Hopes?

I haven’t been paying close enough attention to confidently predict the outcome of most of the NCAA tourny games, but I’m willing to take a stab at picking a final four group. Anybody interested in posting their final four teams — no wager, just for grins?

For scoring, I’m thinking that you would get a point for each game your final four team wins up to reaching the FF; i.e. each pick that ends up making it to the FF would be worth four points; sixteen possible points available. If one of your teams loses before the FF, you would still get the points from their wins (if they had any…)

Submit your picks as comments, and I’ll update this entry with the standings as we move “up the ladder.”

FF PICKS AFTER Final Game:

Marc: 14 points
Duke – UCLA – UConnVillanova

Dr. B: 8 points
BCDukeKansasUConn

Eric: 6 points
DukeGonzagaUNCOSU
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Day Tripper

Livermore Valley

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Last weekend I wanted to go on a day trip and Carol hrrrumphed that, so she agreed I could put a trip to the Livermore Valley wine country on the calendar for this Sunday.

Saturday, after Farmers Market, I”m making my breakfast and it’s a beautiful day and sposta be shitty on Sunday with lots of rain and I sez to Carol, “Lets go to Livermore today,” and she hrrrumphed that she’s doing laundry and stuff. So I say I”ll do laundry tomorrow, we gotta get out of the house once in a while.

So, we”re off. It’s a shot down the I-580 speedway, which goes south and then east. I”d never been to Livermore. It’s always featured on the TV weather report and usually for being totally hot in the summer, the antithesis of San Francisco, I”m thinking parched and dry. Actually, it has the knobby green hills like Sonoma County, but these are smaller.
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The Big Oyster

The Big Oyster…and I don’t mean Marc…

The Big Oyster is the title of Mark Kurlansky’s new book which shucks the long and complex story of this bi-valve from between the crusted shells of history. Kurlansky’s last book was Cod, which did the same thing for that significant fish, primarily as a lens for the history of North America, and it appears he focuses primarily on oysters in New York City in this new book, at least according to the New York Times review.

Oysters also happened to be a subject of the Boston Globe’s food section this week, which follows a Wellfleet oyster shucker to the national oyster shucking championships in Miami.
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A Letter From Terril

A Letter From Terril

Dear Mark, I have been looking for your old house to add to my Google Earth collection of places from my present and past. Your Hilltop picture got me right to it. I remember the home as charming with the streets still having cobblestones and a trolley track. Anytime I read or hear about cobblestones, my brain flashes back to your street. One of my favorite memories is when Dad took me to see Peter Pan, and we left the car at Aunt Martha’s and took the electrical trolley to a downtown movie theater where we sat in a miniature balcony. I admired your mom. It was very hard to be a single mom in the 50’s. I remember Dad putting in the closets in your house. I also remember seeing your room and your Playboy collection stacked under your desk.
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Letters and Pix From Cinda

Marc,

Was reading your blogs and I remember Aunt Martha’s dump cake the best, Terri still makes it.
Mom and Dad
Mom and Dad got your letter and were thrilled to hear from you. No, they no longer have a computer. They gave that up when they downsized and moved to our side of town. Sam, Marla and I live close to them. I am about 5 minutes away in case anything happens. Terri lives in Colorado and Ruth lives in Texas.

What I remember about you the most is the naked lady knuckle buster you had in Aunt Martha’s car!!
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