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Post by anthonyd46 on Jun 3, 2021 15:07:19 GMT -5
I mean I know it doesn't seem like it but if you are the rays that Yankees just got swept by the tigers and you killed them the first game but you came in here 4 up and leave 4 up when you had the potential to possibly leave here 8 up. So i guess it went better than it could have for the Yankees.
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Post by rizzuto on Jun 3, 2021 15:07:28 GMT -5
Horrible game but wonderful conversation! Thank you, gentlemen!
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Post by pippsheadache on Jun 3, 2021 15:15:40 GMT -5
We're on the same page, Rizz. Mark Twain is the Alpha and Omega of American literature to me. He practically created it, and in my highly dilettante opinion remains unsurpassed. Wodehouse lifts my spirits at any time. I mean to say, what ho? To my shame I haven't seen the BBC series, although my wife and other Wodehouse enthusiasts I know have, and they uniformly concur with your view. In a game this bad, I don't feel so guilty straying from the main topic. For our next assignment, we will explore Post-Impressionist French painting. J/K. It’s interesting you jokingly refer to the Post-Impressionists, because Hemingway held them in high esteem, especially Cezanne, whom Papa wanted to write like he painted. There was a time when I spent many hours in a hammock in my back yard reading Hemingway and thought I understood exactly what he meant. Alas, that revelation has escaped me now. Never knew that about Hemingway. One time in Paris my wife and I used his "Moveable Feast" as a literal tour guide. He was so specific about his movements and so many of the restaurants and bars he described were still there that it was quite easy and great fun. We did similar things in Pamplona and the surrounding countryside. Again, much was still as it was when he wrote. In Aix-en-Provence, you can visit Cezanne's studio, from which he made repeated paintings of the mountain he saw out his window. Plus so many familiar props, especially the table he used in 'The Card Players." It was overwhelming, like stepping into his paintings. I had not previously connected Hemingway's spare prose style to Cezanne's lean paintings. But now I will! It's amazing what you can learn at a baseball game! |
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Post by anthonyd46 on Jun 3, 2021 15:16:33 GMT -5
That whole out of the baseline thing was also annoying as hell.
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Post by pippsheadache on Jun 3, 2021 15:17:04 GMT -5
I mean I know it doesn't seem like it but if you are the rays that Yankees just got swept by the tigers and you killed them the first game but you came in here 4 up and leave 4 up when you had the potential to possibly leave here 8 up. So i guess it went better than it could have for the Yankees. Yeah, it doesn't feel as hopeless as it did on Monday. |
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Post by rizzuto on Jun 3, 2021 15:52:42 GMT -5
It’s interesting you jokingly refer to the Post-Impressionists, because Hemingway held them in high esteem, especially Cezanne, whom Papa wanted to write like he painted. There was a time when I spent many hours in a hammock in my back yard reading Hemingway and thought I understood exactly what he meant. Alas, that revelation has escaped me now. Never knew that about Hemingway. One time in Paris my wife and I used his "Moveable Feast" as a literal tour guide. He was so specific about his movements and so many of the restaurants and bars he described were still there that it was quite easy and great fun. We did similar things in Pamplona and the surrounding countryside. Again, much was still as it was when he wrote. In Aix-en-Provence, you can visit Cezanne's studio, from which he made repeated paintings of the mountain he saw out his window. Plus so many familiar props, especially the table he used in 'The Card Players." It was overwhelming, like stepping into his paintings. I had not previously connected Hemingway's spare prose style to Cezanne's lean paintings. But now I will! It's amazing what you can learn at a baseball game! I can still hear that Hemingway line, “If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” You really are the most interesting man in the world, Pipps! Sarah and I never made it to Paris or anywhere in Europe or Asia in fact. Indeed, Hem was as much obsessed with what was omitted as what was written. Always searching for that one true sentence. He often gave a respectful nod to his newspaper work for the Toronto Star and the Kansas City Star, but his writing in high school sounded like Hemingway, too. Gertrude Stein advised him to give up prose and focus on poetry. Damn glad he didn’t. Somehow there is more poetry in his prose than his verse. Other than what is probably still hidden in some steamer truck tucked away in Cuba at his Finca Vigia, I’ve read at least once every published word he ever wrote. It was some odd, nonsensical quest I assigned to myself in my mid 30s that I wanted to be an authority on at least one writer. So, I read everything I could, including biographies. There are no doubt new bios put out in the last twenty years. Maybe I’ll get around to them at some point. |
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Post by anthonyd46 on Jun 3, 2021 16:27:15 GMT -5
  Wtf |
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Post by inger on Jun 3, 2021 16:29:35 GMT -5
I got hung up on reading Edgar Allen Poe, and examining the paintings of Van Gogh. I was attempting to find something, anything that would help me understand the workings of their unusual minds. I would fascinate over the bends and swirls of Van Gogh’s brush strokes and stew in wonder over how long Poe would slowly and ponderously build to a scene that would simply never come to real fruition. Then the next one he would actually give you a peek at what was happening.
So. I guess maybe my over-obsession with those two artists led me to ignore much better works. I read “The Sun Also Rises”, at least... but I would need to reread it to have a full appreciation of it today. It lost in the darker corners of my mind.
I met a lady the other day with an obsession for all things Charles Manson. I guess I could have done worse...
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Post by inger on Jun 3, 2021 16:30:58 GMT -5
Wtf I think the Detroit series had much of the same... |
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Post by Renfield on Jun 3, 2021 17:04:07 GMT -5
I got hung up on reading Edgar Allen Poe, and examining the paintings of Van Gogh. I was attempting to find something, anything that would help me understand the workings of their unusual minds. I would fascinate over the bends and swirls of Van Gogh’s brush strokes and stew in wonder over how long Poe would slowly and ponderously build to a scene that would simply never come to real fruition. Then the next one he would actually give you a peek at what was happening. So. I guess maybe my over-obsession with those two artists led me to ignore much better works. I read “The Sun Also Rises”, at least... but I would need to reread it to have a full appreciation of it today. It lost in the darker corners of my mind. I met a lady the other day with an obsession for all things Charles Manson. I guess I could have done worse... I've read most of Erle Stanley Gardner's books. Does that count? |
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Post by rizzuto on Jun 3, 2021 17:23:19 GMT -5
I got hung up on reading Edgar Allen Poe, and examining the paintings of Van Gogh. I was attempting to find something, anything that would help me understand the workings of their unusual minds. I would fascinate over the bends and swirls of Van Gogh’s brush strokes and stew in wonder over how long Poe would slowly and ponderously build to a scene that would simply never come to real fruition. Then the next one he would actually give you a peek at what was happening. So. I guess maybe my over-obsession with those two artists led me to ignore much better works. I read “The Sun Also Rises”, at least... but I would need to reread it to have a full appreciation of it today. It lost in the darker corners of my mind. I met a lady the other day with an obsession for all things Charles Manson. I guess I could have done worse... Poe was arguably the progenitor of the ubiquitous mystery/sleuth story. Hence, the Edgar Award is given each year to the best mystery novel. Van Gogh is another Post Impressionist. I saw a small but fine collection in Las Vegas at an exhibit in the Bellagio. The Sun Also Rises put Hemingway on the map and remains my favorite of his novels, which is assuredly a minority opinion. I was assigned to review the short story, The Short, Happy Life of Francis Macomber by my freshman English professor at LSU. Those Hemingway conversations led to a 28-year long friendship. Another dear friend who died too soon in 2011. |
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Post by rizzuto on Jun 3, 2021 17:26:38 GMT -5
I got hung up on reading Edgar Allen Poe, and examining the paintings of Van Gogh. I was attempting to find something, anything that would help me understand the workings of their unusual minds. I would fascinate over the bends and swirls of Van Gogh’s brush strokes and stew in wonder over how long Poe would slowly and ponderously build to a scene that would simply never come to real fruition. Then the next one he would actually give you a peek at what was happening. So. I guess maybe my over-obsession with those two artists led me to ignore much better works. I read “The Sun Also Rises”, at least... but I would need to reread it to have a full appreciation of it today. It lost in the darker corners of my mind. I met a lady the other day with an obsession for all things Charles Manson. I guess I could have done worse... I've read most of Erle Stanley Gardner's books. Does that count? Perry Mason fan, eh? Of course! Have you read the Nero Wolfe mysteries by Rex Stout? Fans of one sometimes cross over. |
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Post by chiyankee on Jun 3, 2021 18:19:23 GMT -5
Andujar with a solo job! Is he getting his stroke back? Three dingers in the last four games. There's a positive about this game, Andujar getting his extra base mojo back. |
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Post by inger on Jun 3, 2021 18:20:54 GMT -5
I got hung up on reading Edgar Allen Poe, and examining the paintings of Van Gogh. I was attempting to find something, anything that would help me understand the workings of their unusual minds. I would fascinate over the bends and swirls of Van Gogh’s brush strokes and stew in wonder over how long Poe would slowly and ponderously build to a scene that would simply never come to real fruition. Then the next one he would actually give you a peek at what was happening. So. I guess maybe my over-obsession with those two artists led me to ignore much better works. I read “The Sun Also Rises”, at least... but I would need to reread it to have a full appreciation of it today. It lost in the darker corners of my mind. I met a lady the other day with an obsession for all things Charles Manson. I guess I could have done worse... I've read most of Erle Stanley Gardner's books. Does that count? I read all of the Tin-Tin comics I could get my hands on after I discovered them in my high school library...Not sure who wrote them, but the comic format made them more attractive than they should have been. |
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Post by rizzuto on Jun 3, 2021 19:34:41 GMT -5
I've read most of Erle Stanley Gardner's books. Does that count? I read all of the Tin-Tin comics I could get my hands on after I discovered them in my high school library...Not sure who wrote them, but the comic format made them more attractive than they should have been. Never heard of those, but I looked them up. Is this what you mean?  |
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