Guarding the remote, just like his (human) papa…

Duncan with the Remote Control
“The dog has seldom been successful in pulling man up to its level of sagacity, but man has frequently dragged the dog down to his.”-James Thurber
Guarding the remote, just like his (human) papa…

Duncan with the Remote Control
“The dog has seldom been successful in pulling man up to its level of sagacity, but man has frequently dragged the dog down to his.”-James Thurber
Her name is Koonu, but you may call her Chuck.

Koonu (Chuck)
“In nine lifetimes, you’ll never know as much about your cat as your cat knows about you.”-Michel de Montaigne
Two books from the mid-1800s, given to me by a friend.

Antique Books: Cornell’s Primary Geography and Cushing’s Manual (Rules of Proceeding and Debate in Deliberative Assemblies). Both copies are from the 1850s.
I didn’t feel like writing last night, so I did this:

Peanut Butter Nutella Cookies
Baking always banishes my creative lethargy.
Detail of a painting of my Grandpa, 1946. He was 19.

My Grandpa, 1946.

2014 Writer’s Market
My copy arrived in the mail yesterday. Squee.
Look what hit newsstands today…

Lou Reed/Rolling Stone
I’m about to curl up on the couch with a cup of tea and dig in to the magazine. Laurie Anderson is going to break my heart.

Laurie Anderson/Rolling Stone
“For 21 Years We Tangled Our Minds and Hearts Together” by Laurie Anderson. Sigh.

Duncan in his favourite chair

The Tartan Terrors performing during the Highland Weekend at the Ohio Renaissance Festival. October 2013.
Where laughter, learning, and literature meet.
James Thurber was born and raised in Columbus. He attended the Ohio State University and later worked for the main local newspaper. All in all, except for a brief stint with the American Embassy in Paris, he called Ohio’s capital home until his 31st year. Even then, he never really left. Thurber lived with his parents and brothers at 77 Jefferson Avenue during his college years, from 1913-1917. This is the building that houses the museum.

Thurber House and Museum. 77 Jefferson Avenue.
The first two floors are open for tours; the top floor is reserved for the current Writer-in-Residence.

Entryway chair. Go ahead and try it out, if you please.
The house is furnished and decorated in appropriate period style. Unlike typically uptight museums, at the Thurber House you are encouraged to make yourself right at home. You can touch (most) things, play the piano, even sit on chairs. Such intimate interaction makes the experience personal and human, even humorous. I think that James would approve. Thurber memorabilia is spread throughout, with the largest concentration displayed in an upstairs room.

You can sit down and play a tune here.
Come on, I know that you want to give No, No, Nanette a try.

Adorable Thurber dog.
James Thurber’s dog illustrations are iconic, in all their forms. There are several of these yellow fellows around the museum. I think they are cookie jars, but I do not really know. Continue reading