barbecued chicken
fried chicken
corn on the cob
egg rolls, the crunchy kind
barbecued ribs, especially the beef ones
$6 burger from Carl’s, or any burger if you have to remove the bun

When I see feathers drifting down from the oak trees, I know a hawk is dining. This is not an unusual thing in the daily happenings around here. Today, I went out back to try to get a picture, despite the rain. But the oak trees are overgrown, and I know the hawk is thinking I am being rude again. He spots me (no surprise there), and as I move around, trying to see past the leaves, the squirrels’ nests, and the rain, he makes an annoyed hawk sound. The rain gets more persistent, so I give up. But last year, I managed to get one hawk, though not as sharply as I would have liked. Coming up tomorrow. For now, I am going back to Dave Eggers’ How We are Hungry.

Good for a rainy Saturday night: Lucinda Williams’ Car Wheels on a Gravel Road.

Rotisserie chickens are sold from this truck at the Sunnyvale Farmers Market, but it’s not always there. Maybe the big chicken is not waterproof, but one would hope so. Today, the vendors were huddled in their rainjackets and hoods, the musician was singing children’s songs, and I came away empty-handed.

Joe: Hey, Don, some guy wants a big chicken on a truck.
Don: He exterminates chickens?
Joe: Jeez. And not just a chicken, a roast chicken.
Don: Two legs.
Joe: Two legs, but still two wings, kinda different. Wants it ‘appetizing’.
Don: Never done appetizing before.
Joe: Here’s a picture. See, they got goosebumpy things on the skin. Can you do it or not?
Don: I dunno, cockroaches never had goosebumps.

One of Barratt’s sculptures, ‘Broken Whole’, is at Pheriche, 15,000 feet up Mount Everest. Engraved on it are the names of 174 climbers who died attempting to climb the mountain. Here’s a BBC interview.

These are great multipliers, as you’ll find if you plant them in a pot, and lift them at the end of the season.

The clivia are getting ready to bloom. More in a few days.