3 things for today

1. I bought $14.69 worth of pork loin at the grocery store today (0.98 lb @ $14.99 / lb). This seemed extravagant and stupid (is it? it is) but I had no basis for comparison, not being a regular purchaser of loin, nor of any flesh-based products (I don't like cooking meat). But I've had this Real Simple recipe sitting on my coffee table since I moved in and that seemed like a sad way to lead a life. Stupid loin for everybody! Long live the loin!

2. Thanks to a tip from a friend I just procured a ticket for an encore showing of Eugene Onegin at the cinema on Wednesday. It was the very first production I saw at the Met when I moved to New York (Feb 07, yo) and it is burned into my best memories forevermore. If you're smart, you'll join me (in spirit; no stalkers!). p.s. I will be crying, which is not unusual vis-à-vis me and this opera. Or any opera. They really hit me in the hambone.

3. From a Talk of the Town piece by Nicolas Niarchos on pirate radio stations in the New Yorker: "Between 87.9 and 92.1 FM, Goren counted eleven illegal stations, whose hosts mainly spoke Creole or accented English. Pirates, he said, 'offer a kind of programming that their audiences depend on. Spiritual sustenance, news, immigration information, music created at home or in the new home, here.' "

The human condition! Like wildfires, or wild flowers, people will poke through no matter what.

4. From Donald Hall's The Best Day the Worst Day, another kind of community:

Bob Thornly, who owned the store four hundred yards away around a curve, dispensed not only gas and food and hardware and stovepipe and New Hampshire ashtrays, but also facilitations. I told him I needed a typist and he thought of Lois Fierro, half a mile farther down the road, who handled my letters and manuscript for two decades. At the store I picked up the Globe every morning. We shopped there for milk and sundries. Jane bought crockery there that sits in the pantry still. In November I found felt-lined boots for winter. We dropped in at Thornly's a couple of times a day, chatted with Bob, gossiped with neighbors, and heard new jokes. My cousin Ansel told us it got so cold he saw a fox putting jumper cables on a jackrabbit. Jane called Thornly's store a continual party.