Not a bad month here. I've got some commentary on Frozen and In Bruges, as well as the extreme ups and downs of Dexter, but it's too late to type it up now.
Even though I don't have kids, I enjoy reading the "Father Knows Best" posts that people have written. Today, though, I'd like to address the other end of the age spectrum: dealing with elderly parents.
A look at how Twins players fared in the various winter leagues.
Your spiel log for Men's & Women's Round Robin Sessions 3-4. Continue reading Curling on the Rocks
Logging a lot of miles on the road can make Jack a dull boy and the legs thick with lactic acid... Continue reading XT for Mind and Body
Once again, Valle leads Mexico to the mountaintop.
Late last year I admitted to myself that I was in a reading rut. I'd been reading history almost exclusively for two years as I plowed my way through coursework. I had read a ton of great books, but had ceased enjoying them. I was overdue for a change of pace before I burnt myself out. So I wrote a Book of Face post asking for suggestions of good graphic novels or comic book series, thinking those were about as far removed from academic history as possible. I hadn't picked up a work in either genre since I read Persepolis in 2007 or so, and it seemed like time was ripe. I got a ton of good suggestions, made up a list, and started reading. Not everything I've read has been great, but one book emulsified a hilarious concept and captivating execution without breaking: Chew, Vol. 1: Taster's Choice, which collects the first five issues of the comic book series of the same name.
The premise of Chew is brilliant: Tony Chu is a detective, but not just any detective. Chu has a special power: he is a cibopath, a taste psychic. Give Chu something to eat and he knows, from soup to nuts, everything about it (provided the evidence is fresh enough). As you might expect, this rapidly becomes a source of great humor and (for unseasoned readers) more than a little queasiness.
Thanks to a deadly avian flu pandemic, chicken has been outlawed in Tony Chu's America. Because nothing tastes like chicken, a healthy black market for the real thing springs up. Chu quickly rises beyond his initial assignment, finding himself drafted into the FDA's special crimes unit, an agency with (near as I can tell), the combined powers of the FBI, DEA, and Homeland Security. The mystery Chu is investigating quickly goes pear-shaped when his brother (a chef) becomes entangled.
Sometimes great concepts only enjoy half-baked execution, but the world of Chew is consistently crisp. The artwork is effervescent, but smoothly shifts to a darker register when things get unsavory. Chu's partner is described as "the love child of Orson Welles and a grizzly bear," and displays infectious zest for his work.
I've read several other reviews of this book, and not one has mentioned the character names. A small thing, perhaps, but they amuse.
Like Malört, Chew might not be to every reader's taste. Some might find the humor cloying, or might find the premise too gut-churning to continue. To me, however, Chew is positively rib-tickling.
What books have you been devouring?
The winter leagues move toward their conclusion.
For once, I get a playoff preview done before the playoffs start.
Doing these long training runs, I've been much more focused on recovery afterwards. Continue reading Natch: Recovery