Stopped at City Hall Annex in Cambridge to look at Karl Baden’s “Mass Ave, Cambridge exhibit.The details of this renovated building are nice.
Drive 80 mph most of the way. Stop at Lenox Outlet Mall. Muzak everywhere.
Breakfast at S & S with the Sunday brunch group.
Someone brought these artifacts from a 2003 show.
After lunch and return to Bill and Nancy’s, work on DOG website payment forms. Then the Super Bowl…….
Left for Boston at 7am. Arrived Needham by 9:45. Visited with Paul and Ruth. He looks older, tired. He is recovering from pneumonia. She from diverticulitis surgery. Good visit.
Drove over to Griffin Museum. Pick up a bucket of books to return from last fall’s book show.
Arrived at Chinese restaurant in Brookline early for 1pm gathering to honor Jane Kogan’s 80th birthday. Kind of an odd event. Food not so good. Miriam’s two daughters and families were there. Spoke with Stuart Pitchel. He recalled my consulting at SRP Signs. Sat next to some grumpy cousins from Jane’s family. Left at 2:15 before the speeches in order to get back to Hudson for the 6pm gallery opening event.
Very crowded opening. 7 local artists brought their posses out. Glad when it was over at 8pm.
More The Closer.
Left Cambridge about 8:40; arrived Hudson 11:10…
Telecon with Troy Web. Seth did all the talking. They still haven’t fixed the table sorting problem. Met with David and Seth. David immediately announced the shut down of any further discussion of a consumer product. He promised to tell Wexelman. We also discussed the terms and timing of an exit. He and Cameron want $50 million. I told him that I would work on finding a middle size healthcare company to buy us or partner with us. He agreed to meet with Tony Kieraldo to listen to his pitch for social media campaign.
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Drive to Cambridge. Lunch with Esther at Mamaleh, then walk to Harvard Sq. via Harvard St. went to exhibit of Gordon Parks photos. Walk back to Esther’s house.
Off to Center gala.
The Photographic Resource Center’s annual juries show Exposure 2018 at Lesley University’s VanDernoot Gallery, University Hall, 1815 Mass Ave, Porter Square, Cambridge held its opening reception today. Karen was one of 11 photographers exhibited. Her series “Strangely Attracted” were featured. Lots of friends and people from her art world showed up.
My 11/11/11 note about my metal for cooking up glop brought several queries, including one from Australia, for the recipe for the meatloaf. This caused some glee here in Hudson. Move over Julia Child.
I should fess up that I have rarely used a recipe. My genius is to open the refrigerator door, look in the pantry, wait for inspiration, then make something with what is at hand. Only in my recent ventures into Indian cuisine have I used a cookbook. Even that I gave up when I discovered the wonders of manjulaskitchen.com.
I have a picture of a 2007 version of my meatloaf. I am sure it included the signature Wheateena and oatmeal, canned tomatoes, and ketchup coating. I must have had a lot of onions and green peppers hanging around This one seems less gloppy than many that Jonathan and Andrea would remember. Maybe I got distracted and it was desiccated by a bit too much time in the oven?
Jonathan pointed out, via Facebook, that I did in fact receive a medal earlier than my recent Ghostly Gallop fete. There was a time when I was famous, infamous more accurately, for my cooking, especially my meatloaf.
I took special pride in making my meatloaf with so many additives that it looked as though the refuse from the grain aisle at the food coop had fallen in the mixing bowl along with a seasoning of hamburger. Oats was always a starting point along with plenty of chopped onions and green peppers. I also regularly added Wheetena, bulgur, even leftover brown rice. I always topped the mixture off with a coating of ketchup. But, even if put two eggs in to give it some structural glue, the meatloaf never actually loafed. It was always gloppy.
At some point, Jonathan thinks the late seventies, I was awarded a family medal. It is now seriously faded, but a medal nevertheless.
Frank Tadley, photographer, friend, former neighbor, and now ex-Cantabridgian, sent along this picture postcard to announce his move to Lowell. Some observers are wondering not too quietly about the police car. An escort to the edge of the city? Protection from bill collectors? Fending off paparazzi and art bloggers?