We’re visiting the kids in Denver. We scheduled the trip so that we’d be here to help out with the 1-and-three-quarters year-old, because mom is pregnant with grandchild #3 and feeling sick all the time, and their nanny’s on vacation, and dad has to work. But it’s been really easy. We’ve been spending a ton of time sitting around reading and only a little taking the kid to the park.
Probably it’s good for my wrist & hand recovery to be so lazy.
Left hand pretending to be normal while typing at the Milwaukee airport on our way to Denver
Braided hair on Friday
Our big outing was to go see the Wild Things, the big Maurice Sendak show at the Denver Art Museum.
The first book Sendak illustrated, Atomics for the Millions, 1947
Of course, UW-Madison has a copy of this book, just sitting on a shelf in the regular collection, and here’s page from the digitized version
Another very cool but ephemeral thing that was in the show is this comic strip from the New Yorker in 1993, that’s a collaboration between Art Spiegelman and Sendak. I’m sure my parents got that issue of the magazine and read it and threw it away. September 27th, 1993, p. 80
First day, pushing Rowan in a swing
Coffee at our 2nd favorite shop with the pastries in focus. We went on a longer walk after, which was nice but my hand really swelled
Coffee at our 2nd favorite shop with the coffee in focus
Coffee at Honey Hill our 2nd to last morning
We were also in Denver for the Super Bowl. I made pigs in blankets and mac & cheese. Here’re photos in poor light.
Pigs in blankets with sauce. They’re sorta like the Hailee Catalano ones, but I didn’t have sport peppers, and the sauce is avocado oil mayo that I didn’t like very much, yellow mustard, celery salt, and honey. It tasted better on the dogs than separate
serving platter of dogs
Mac & cheese with a splash of hot sauce and a Lagunitas IPA
Better minds than mine have made plenty of comments on the Kendrick half time show. To me this Pitchfork headline is a good summary, calling it both fierce and petty. I stand with the Black power and history lesson of the show, but I don’t get the beef with Drake. I thought an old friend of mine, older white guy, also summed it up pretty well for white people, saying he’d come to the opinion that his opinion didn’t matter.
Tuesday morning Mark’s son took us to a coffee place and to the light rail station where we could get the train to the airport and we listened to a podcast with two people talking about the Kendrick/Drake beef and how Not Like Us is so popular it’s the song that one of them heard 13-year-old girls screaming along with at a bat mitzvah last summer. One of the podcasters said maybe the song’s popularity just shows how Americans love to hate, and that’s what bothers me the most.
Like Taylor Swift getting booed when the cameras panned across her because her boyfriend’s team was getting shellacked. And the evil orange cheeto had the audacity to say Maga doesn’t forget. I am completely positive that the majority of Eagles fans are not his fans, and the halftime show was more of a diss of him than he’s smart enough to even see. Does power have to be zero sum? Does somebody have to lose so another can win? And is this really the way grown ass men are supposed to behave?
Pablo’s coffee in Denver