Breakfast Buffet of Books Extended to Audible and Even Real Life

What could be more real life than reading?  Still, I've given this post the title "Breakfast Buffet of Books Extended to Audible and Even Real Life."

I tried devoting the second hour of my morning reading to my own writing, but I think I really need two hours of Other.  Having had a small post-Oscar, post-reading of David Hathwell's poems, I got behind two newspaper days, so it was only this morning that I caught up with Elizabeth McKenzie and read Leah Garchik on Scalia's hunting partner C. Allen Foster, who shoots at anything that moves.  Apparently he's a member of the International Order of St. Hubertus, founded in Austria in the 1600s but founded ii the US right here in SF in 1966--at the Bohemian Club.

Leah Garchik also wrote about John Goldman's sadness at the death of Berta Caceres, one of the winners of the Goldman Environment Prize.

I want to send a Miss Manners item to my meque Javier, whose otherwise sterling doctor said, in response to his expressed fear that his sister wasn't going to be alive much longer at 89, "Well, it's about time."  I can be blunt too.  I'm sort of bothered by people who hang on to someone who's suffering and needs to die because I think of  the Golden Rule and I don't want people to make my death long and painful out of "love."

But I felt a little ashamed when I saw Miss Manners' reference to "the Cold Comfort Squad" and its members who specialize in telling people how relieved they must be.

I also read Nancy Reagan's obituary ("the gaze" I imagined giving Charles Poston, the wife who made marriage feel like "coming into a warm room from out of the cold"--"I'm afraid I'm going to die"  Just say no), about the ongoing debate on James Comey's FBI vs. Apple for Sayed Rizwan Farook (which got me writing another exchange of dialogue for my play-in-the-works And the Oscar Goes To....), the homeless and the Mission St. Navigation Center, the 2014 disappearance of the Malaysian airlines, Deadpool and real bodily functions and fluids that go splat (by Marsha K. Guess, who takes care of people with that problem), the Democratic Debate between Clinton and Sanders including differences on trade, Wall Street influence, and the auto industry, a derailing train, and  Juanita the Duck at a retirement home, where the feds won't let the cook pet her.  (Maybe they're right; she ate Juanita's eggs!)

Then I went to "Let's Talk about Diana Ross" by Daphne A. Brooks in Memory of Trayvon Martin and  in 70 Things "The Journey Continues" by Sandy Warshaw.

I listened to Carl Wilson's closing chapter of Let's Talk about Love:  A Journey to the End of Taste and then to a few minutes more of A Working Theory of Love by Scott Hutchins.