Greetings from Montreal

Greetings from Montreal. We’re here with my sibs April and Simon, sib-in-law Frances, and niece Eva. Very excited to meet Eva for the first time!

April, who lives just outside of Monaco keeps having “aw, how cute, it’s like America” moments, like that you can get coffee to-go. We keep having “aw, how cute, it’s like Europe” moments, like that people smoke and speak French and use kilometers.

After a very long couple of weeks at work, I’m just so happy to be here. More details soon.

Bird news

No raging fanboy posts about Andrew Bird lately, so here goes. Margaret points out in email that he’s playing a free show at the Three Rivers Arts Festival in Pittsburgh on June 7. I’d like to make the trek, but we’ll have to see. Billboard points out that he’s recording an album that may, someday, be done, and may, somday after, be sold in stores.

Mysteries of Pittsburgh movie trepidations

Bookslut points out a Pittsburgh Post-Gazette story saying that the Mysteries of Pittsburgh movie might not be shot in Pittsburgh. That’s crazy. Pittsburgh used to be where people shot movies because New York was too expensive. And they just have to get the real Cloud Factory in there. When I read about that place, I knew exactly where it was; it’s a little factory in the ravine behind the Carnegie Library, and I used to park near there on Friday mornings in high school when I had that internship at Pittsburgh Filmmakers (just two years after TMOP was published, though it seemed like such a longer span of time then). I’ve had so many “Pittsburgh moments” within a quarter mile radius of there, I would just be personally wronged if the film Cloud Factory were in British Columbia.

But. What possibly irks me more is that the screenplay apparently munges the characters Cleveland and Arthur. That’s just not right. It’s been a while since I read it, but if I remember correctly, the two really kind of need to be distinct. Cleveland is an unschooled live-fast-die-young Neal Cassidy type. Arthur is a sassy, articulate gay bookstore co-worker of the hero (not really Allen Ginsberg-like, but let’s go with the parllel). The young hero is still figuring himself out and is attracted to both for different reasons, and that’s kind of a major part of the novel.

Oh, and it’s directed by the guy who did Dodgeball. What’s up with that, Mr. Chabon?

Paul Graham on Cambridge

Paul Graham writes on returning to Cambridge:

I find every ambitious town sends you a message. New York tells you “you should make more money.” LA tells you “you should be better looking.” Rome tells you “you should dress better.” London tells you “you should be hipper.” The Bay Area tells you “you should live better.” And Cambridge tells you “you should read some of those books you’ve been meaning to.”

Via Universal Hub