In 49 states there’s snow; I’m in the fiftieth and none too happy about it. I suppose I could have gone to the beach to celebrate, but that’s not really my style (and it actually is a bit nippy).
Instead, I had a Florida snow day. I made quiche and baked dog biscuits from the King Arthur mix I shipped from Vermont several months ago. I ate lentils and tried to delve deeper into Peter Matthiessen’s National Book Award winning saga of a Collier County family Shadow Country (Seriously, how are normal people supposed to read this? I’m struggling; it’s hard with relatively few rewards). Also, I watched a Gaither Homecoming on television, which I don’t think is even possible above the Mason Dixon.
These extravaganzas of Southern Gospel are spectacular. Packed onto luminous stages dozens of movers and shakers from the Gospel world form a well coiffed and sequined backup choir to the ever crescendoing refrain of Gaither and friends. There’s not a lot of skin here, but all the other trappings of showbiz are liberally indulged.
Then, I had to leave to go to the Jewish Film Fest, which I just returned from and will write about tomorrow.
Goat anyone? 