I am pretty weak on Scott Turow, but I could not resist posting mention I teared literally from the Times of some weeks ago a blurb about “Identical” a murder mystery involving twins. Because I had been writing Muff Bonini a former Gunn basketball player one year behind (and five inches fifty pounds and three hundred points ahead of) me, now a judge, a “hanging judge” even. That plus the Cohens Steve and Eric are all over Plasti cal to, too.
Eben. Ok, Terry, Carol and I were walking to breakfast in a remote Central Coast town, nearly halfway to Los Angeles, if you excuse the Zeno-ism. They had bought the previous day a painting from Betty and her bassett hounds. As we passed Betty’s yurt, there was a sign “Bassetts Crossing”. Then a man (name dFred) approached walking a black dog. “Does your dog know or nose the bassets?” I asked. Sure he said, but the bassets are not to friendly (somehow Katherine Chrystal Foster or whatever he name, the snobby school board lady wanna be from Princeton or Yale comes to mind, and my freshman and sometime roommate at Dartmouth Edward Brandes Teddy Conway, who said “anybody can be nice; what is hard is being cool”).
I went into my slightly mis-remembered riff from Alterman about “a stone and a stone” do not give false measure, “eben” means ebony but also is a false stone it is wood. That’s the short version.
I am late to a movie about Yemen and then one about The South in the Sixties, the Gaints are up to 5, safely, we believe, Esther Berndt is playing sax soon enough, there will be bear or beer, and I said “sounds like heaven”. Also, a softball player and journalist named Emily may call or drop by to try to say something kind about the 50-year old teenager in the OBEY lid lampin’ lampin’ lampin’ robber-baron style, and aspiring for public service. or as Madigan Shive – now there’s an endorsement, would say, “on the aspire”.
The character in the story is Paul Gianis if that is close enough for plastic alto.
despite the fact that there are twenty typos and weirdos above I take pride in announcing that the Times blurb has “Gianis” “One N” while the Amazon has “Giannis”.
The name “stone” derives from the use of stones for weights – a practice that dates back into antiquity. The ancient Hebrew Law against the carrying of “diverse weights, a large and a small” is more literally translated as “you shall not carry a stone and a stone (אבן ואבן), a large and a small”. There was no “standard” stone in the ancient Jewish world, but in Roman times weights crafted to a multiple of the Roman libra (a pound of about 327.54 g) for use in commerce were often made of stone. Such weights varied in quality – 10 and 50 [Roman] pound examples acquired in Italy, possibly from Pompeii, were of polished blackstone, while a 40 pound example on exhibition in Eschborn, close to the Roman frontier in Germany, was made of sandstone.