February 27, 2009
February 27
Today would have been my Mom's 79th birthday. I inherited this picture and a few dozen more when she passed away. This is in the backyard that she (and later I) grew up in. I am guessing she is about 4 years old. I don't remember her saying much about her dancing as a child, but obviously she did, and she was having some fun with it here.
Posted by Bill Trippe at 3:51 PM
February 25, 2009
Well, I Guess Amazon Really Does Want to Sell Everything
Posted by Bill Trippe at 8:51 PM
February 14, 2009
35 Years of Editing Updike
He wanted to see each galley, each tiny change, right down to the late-closing page proofs, which he often managed to return by overnight mail an hour or so before closing, with new sentences or passages, handwritten in the margins in a soft pencil, that were fresher and more inventive and revealing than what had been there before. You watched him write. This process sounds old-fashioned, but Updike was probably the very first New Yorker writer to shift over to a computer, back in the early eighties. “I don’t know how this will change my writing,” he wrote to me in advance, “but it will.” He was right, of course: the flavor was mysteriously different, the same wine but of another year.
Posted by Bill Trippe at 4:40 PM
Some Nights
“Some nights stay up till dawn,
as the moon sometimes does for the sun.
Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way of a well,
Then lifted out into light.”
Rumi, from the book, Essential Rumi
Posted by Bill Trippe at 12:41 PM
February 13, 2009
It is Valentine's Day...
So treat her (or him) to a classic song...
Posted by Bill Trippe at 11:29 AM