I am a fan of The Great British Baking Show (or Great British Bake Off, if you will) and I have written about the show several times. I know I am not the first to write this, and I won’t be the last, but Baking Show is good again. At least three episodes in. There is always a chance it could go off the rails, but from what I have seen so far, the changes have been working. Because what I want, and I think most fans want as well, is to not think too hard about Baking Show. It’s there, it’s fun, entertaining, pleasant, and nice. And so far, that’s what has been delivered. I’m enjoying the show and not thinking too hard. Is it because of the new host, Alison? Maybe. Is it because they cast more engaging bakers? Possibly. Is it because the bake challenges are less gimmicky? Could be. What I do know is that after the kid goes to bed, the wife and I will get a drink, watch Baking Show, and not think about the difficulties of our week for about an hour. And for me, that’s when Baking Show is at its best. And I’m pulling for Saku to win.
We are now back to the time of the year when the kid has been around other kids long enough at school that they are now trading colds. She got a cough as of last week, and it made its way to the wife. But I kept up my hand washing and cleaning, so I thought I was outta the woods. But kid colds are the most infections of all colds. I got the bug, but I’m still not 100% sure it is a full blown cold; stuffy nose, sinus drainage, side of the neck is sore… But other than that, I feel fine. But I didn’t go to the gym this week, you know, so not to get other people sick. It was the least I could do.
The World Series starts tonight. Texas vs Arizona, and I won’t be watching. Nothing personal, it’s just that I don’t have anything invested in either team. Now, if it gets to a game 7, I’ll watch that. I do hate to miss a happening.
I can’t believe that Halloween is next week. We have all of our costumes ready to go, as this will be our first year of doing a family theme. We sort of tried that a few years ago when the kid went as Dee Snider from Twisted Sister. The kid had a teased-out blond wig, make up, and spandex – she looked awesome. The wife and I went as “roadies” but to be honest, we just looked like our normal selves, so it wasn’t the theme we were going for. This year, we are all locked in with clear characters, so there won’t be any mistaking, and I won’t tell you what it is. I don’t want to ruin the surprise.
I don’t know if this is the same for you, but in our house, once we hit Halloween, the marathon to the end of the year starts. Halloween leads to Thanksgiving, which leads to Christmas, then New Years. Four big holidays in a row, with the kid being off from school, and shopping, cooking, and family traditions, so when we get to January, we just want to recover.
I’m not complaining about it. This is the time of year when we have fun together, and as the kid gets older, the holidays take on a new meaning, not only to her, but us as well. One thing that will be different for this year is that the kid wants to cook a dish for Thanksgiving – like have one dish that is her responsibility for her to prepare. She wants to be actively a part of the meal, and not just passively eat. Though, if I could go back to passively eating and drinking on Thanksgiving, I bet I would have an even better time.
Because everything changes and nothing stays the same. What worked last year might not work this year. And that’s okay. Just taking each year as it comes.
(The short story “Upstate” by Emma Cline appeared in the October 30th, 2023 issue of The New Yorker.)
(Yes, my dear, there will be SPOILERS.)
Illustration by Dennis Eriksson
“If God didn’t exist, it would be necessary to invent him,” was the first quote that came to my mind when I read this story. Maybe “Upstate” by Emma Cline doesn’t exactly share the same sentiment as the aforementioned quote from Voltaire, but the short story swims in the themes of sin, punishment, and atonement. The other quote that came to my mind was, “These pretzels are making me thirsty!”
Yeah, just let me explain…
“Upstate” is a story about a couple, Kate and Paul, getting away for the weekend (Sunday to Monday) in a small town/country rental house. The piece is told from Kate’s perspective, but the first character introduced is Djuna, the owner of the rental property, and her slew of rules for renting the house. Though Kate found the place, Paul is paying for it, and this is the first example of how Paul takes care of Kate. As the story tells us, Paul is a much older man to Kate’s youth, and they had participated in a hidden affair for some time. But now that Paul is divorced, their relationship is living in the open. As the weekend unfolds, we are privy to Kate’s thoughts on the state of her relationship with Paul, which clearly she has started to question by wondering if they are truly being open and honest with each other. An accident happens, which leaves Kate and Paul’s relationship in a different iteration.
I appreciate that Cline takes on the idea of morality without ever having to say God, though Djuna is God adjacent for this story. Djuna owns the rental house, and her rules are made explicit, though Paul and Kate ignore them from the moment they arrive by looking in a closet they are told not to open. (In fact, apples are eaten at one point.) Their next transgression is a stain they leave on the livingroom carpet after the couple has sex. Kate attempts to remove the stain, but in the end, it never fully goes away. Kate starts taking on a fear of Djuan, a fear of being caught, or even accused of breaking the house rules. Such as when Paul has his accident in the house, Kate demurs when Djuan calls demanding to know why the lights were left on, and the doors were open – Kate takes Djuan’s verbal punishment. The feeling is that outside of this rental house, Kate and Paul had lived punishment free in the sin of their affair. But in this house, there is a power that comes down on them, which manifests in Kate’s fear. That I found very interesting.
Yet, there was formulaic aspect to this story that I couldn’t shake, and that stopped me from being invested in this story. Cline’s prose is efficient and very spartan; truly reducing down to the barest elements. At its most basic, this is a story about a couple going on vacation, and realizing that they aren’t right for each other, or at least questioning if they are right for each other. This is territory that has been trodden many times before, which made me desire for the story to get to the next part. And though there was a sly bit of foreshadowing, I found myself waiting for the relationship changing climax to arrive.
And when it did arrive, that’s why I thought of the other quote, “These pretzels are making me thirsty!”
For those of you that aren’t dedicated Seinfeld fans, the quote comes from the episode “The Alternate Side.” (I will admit that the quote has nothing to do with the story, but is possibly the most famous part of the episode.) Anyway, Elaine’s subplot in the storyline is that she is dating an older man, who at first she finds very interesting, but soon wants to break up with him. Before she can do that, he has a stoke, rendering him incapacitated, leaving Elaine as his caregiver.
Maybe not 100% the same, but it is similar enough for me to equate the two. Seinfeld was supposed to be about “nothing” and “no lessons” – a selfish place without a moral compass. “Upstate” was about a world that needs morality, and if it is absent, people in that world will create it. Like I said, it’s an interesting idea, that happens to be transported in a clichéd car.
Sometimes, I can make the mistake of not thinking things through; Such as last night when I stayed up late watching the ALCS. (And that would make two nights in a row that I have stayed up late, and not gone to bed. Yes, I am suffering for it today, thank you.) The reason was simple – The Rangers were playing the Astros, it was game seven of the American League Championship, and I also knew a great number of friends and family were watching the game. See, I grew up in Arlington, TX where the Rangers play, and there is an amount of hometown loyalty to the team. I’m not as rabid as some of my friends, but I thought it best to check it out.
It was a good game if you were a Rangers fan, as Texas pretty much blew out Houston – just stomped them as the final was 11 – 4. But being that I was partial to the Rangers, I had a good time following along. Truth be told, what sealed the Astro’s fate was Ted Cruz, and if there is one person who can ruin anything, it’s Ted Cruz…
The baseball team that I follow, and pretty much my family does as well, are the Chicago Cubs. My family is from the Chicago area, so its baked into our identity. Also, my maternal grandfather was a diehard Cubs fan, and when we’d visit him in the summers, he’s watch afternoon games called by Harry Carry and Steve Stone on WGN. 2016 was one of the greatest years of my life because that’s when the Cubs broke the curse and won the whole thing. Yes, I had tears of joy on that night, and thought about so many family members who had passed on never having seen the Cubs win it all, including my grandfather.
And to be honest, baseball has never felt the same to me after the Cubs won the World Series in ’16. I followed that team the whole year – Spring Training to game seven in Cleveland. I watched as many games as I could, followed the team on the MLB app, and even on their IG account. I was invested that year. I didn’t really believe they would win it, as I had my heart broken in ’84, and ’89, and ’98, and ’03 with “five more outs to go,” and ’04, and ’07 and ‘08… You get use to it after a while, you know. But I still had hope.
So, it was fun last night, watching a baseball game again, with something big on the line. There were flashbacks of the pain that believing in a team can cause you. There also was the excitement of watching a team go out there and have fun.
Yesterday was a trying night in our apartment. The kid had issues sleeping, but even before that, I think we all ate too much sugar and were hyper beyond our expectations. I’m not kidding when I say this, as we made homemade cinnamon rolls with real icing in the morning, and that sugar rush made us jittery all day.
I have been trying to make an effort, really trying, to get to bed at decent hour, and earn a good night’s sleep. It doesn’t always work, as my success rate for getting to bed in time for seven hours of sleep is like 5% on a given night. What is keeping me up is my desire to discover the worst movie I can find? Amazon Prime is a goldmine of schlock, but not a limitless resource; I fear I might be approaching the bottom of this well rather soon.
And I should have gone to bed, I admit that, but this wouldn’t be a story if I did, right?
I thought the best thing I could do last night, right before I went to bed was to check and see if Rob Hill had posted anything new on his Bad Movie Bible YouTube page…
I have a particular fondness for this specific sub-genre of horror movies, as one of my favorite awful heavy metal horror movies is Rocktober Blood. (It used to be up on YouTube, but seems to have gone missing now. SHUDDER claims to have it, but you need to subscribe to be able to watch it.) There are a couple of songs in the movie that aren’t good, but are entertaining, especially “Killer on the Loose.”
Though Rocktober Blood didn’t make Hill’s list, it does get a mention in the video, which I take as a sort of victory for the film. A film that has brought me many hours of entertainment.
