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Love: COACH ERIC TAYLOR, and pretty much everyone else in Dillon, Texas. After watching the first three seasons of Friday Night Lights, I fell out of it for reasons that now escape me. But seeing it listed as one of only a handful of series on a magazine's bucket list of shows to devour on DVD was the motivator to dive into the final two seasons. So good. Has there ever been a better portrayal of small town American life, in all its details, or of what a solid and strong but real marriage looks like? Clear eyes, full hearts, and Texas Forever. (Trivia side note: what actor appeared in two series on that list, The Wire and FNL? MICHAEL B. JORDAN, who's so talented, and whose film Fruitvale Station about the BART police shooting won at Sundance and will be out soon.) 

Like: SIR TERENCE CONRAN'S new lights, which have made me utter words I never thought I'd ever say, ever: I'd like to go shopping at JCPenny's. 

Discovery: JAMES SALTER wrote one of my all-time favorite books, Light Years (List 4). Now, almost 35 years after his last novel was published, and at the age of 87, he has a new novel out called All That Is. Salter was featured in an April New Yorker article, that provided some fascinating backstory, and The New York Times wrote "If there were a Mount Rushmore for writers, he'd be there already."  In the wake of press like this, hopefully more people will read Light Years now, in addition to All That Is, as Salter's name deserves to be met with widespread nods of recognition, not blank stares.

Obsession: GUY-MANUEL DE HOMEM CHRISTO and THOMAS BANGALTER aka Daft Punk, whose infectious new record (on vinyl, of course) Random Access Memories has conjured up my own memories of disco obsession: my parents heading off to weekly disco lessons and my grade school music teacher deciding that teaching a bunch of 9 year olds the intricacies of both the Latin and Manhattan Hustles, accompanied by the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack, was a completely legit use of class time for two straight months. Songs like Get Lucky also bring to mind a movie I've always had a soft spot for: WHIT STILLMAN'S The Last Days of Disco, with the ever spot-on Chloe Sevigney.

Complaint: That I don't have much occasion to use stamps, especially now that the US Postal Service has issued these badass JOHNNY CASH tribute stamps.  

List 93

Love: The Meatball Shop in New York - and especially their terrific cookbook that lets you easily recreate their many different kinds of balls at home. For a birthday dinner for Erich this past Friday, I was feeling ambitious and made three different balls (classic beef, spicy pork, and chicken) and three different sauces (classic tomato, mushroom gravy, and parmesan cream) for a group of friends.  I'm tempted to compare my efforts with the real thing by attending The Meatball Shop's pop up at Oakland's Hopscotch tonight, but have a bit of a meatball hangover still. 

Like: Speaking of meatballs, a meatball shaper is one of those kitchen gadgets that could prove to be a lame waste of money (I'm thinking about you, mango slicer) but is actually massively useful, letting you create consistent, perfectly shaped balls.

Discovery: West Elm MARKET which sells well-designed utilitarian goods.  Almost makes me want to iron.

Obsession: Friends turned us onto early 1970s Detroit musician Rodriguez, subject of the well-reviewed documentary Searching for Sugar Man, which is about how some obsessed fans from South Africa (where Rodriguez had become a cult favorite) tried to determine if he was still alive and track him down. His song "I Think of You" is stuck in my head like crazy.

Complaint: That Syfy didn't order a full series of Battlestar Galactica prequel Blood and Chrome, which focuses on young Bill Adama during the first cylon war.  I'm watching the webisodes - new ones are released every Friday - and will tune in for the full movie when it airs in February, but think it had potential to be more.

List 90

Love: New Order, one of the big bands of my youth, who I am over the moon about seeing for the first time in decades this Friday night at The Fox Theater in Oakland.  I may need to watch 24 Hour Party People on my flight home from New York to gear up.

Like: The Union Jack ottoman and RAF tent from Restoration Hardware's Baby and Kids' collection.  Screw the kids, I fancy these myself, and wish Stella would have agreed with me that the RAF tent is 100% cooler than the pink one she was eyeing.

Discovery: London-based Herb Lester's playfully-illustrated fold-out guide maps. They started with several takes on London and have expanded to cover a host of cities around the world with their hand-picked finds, often according to themes, be that an Uncle's take on London, or where to find Old L.A. 

Obsession: I finally made it to The Wolseley in London this summer and think it's one of the most spectacular restaurant interiors going. Apparently, former car dealerships can clean up nicely. Seeing it in summer gave us a jones to plan a Christmas trip to London, complete with a holiday dinner here.

Complaint: That even though I'll be in New York twice this month, I'm going to miss MOMA's two screenings of my all-time favorite Bond film, On Her Majesty's Secret Service, which is part of their 50 Years of Bond Festival. Contrary to popular opinion in 1969, George Lazenby made a very good Bond, his romance with Diana Riggs' Tracy brought a depth to the series the other films lack, and the chase scene in the Swiss alps is a picturesque thrill, complete with a charming village holiday festival and Tracy's badass driving of a red Mercury Cougar Cobra.   

List 88

Love: The Cato-Clouseau scene from The Pink Panther Strikes Again. One of the great physical comedy bits of all time, I'm reminded of it daily watching Clara and Fritz stalk and attack each other around our house.

Like: Craspedias, the Nelson Bubble Lamps of flowers, which look as clean, modern and nice dried as they do when they are fresh. 

Discovery: The next must-try San Francisco restaurant meal, this one from the new spot Rich Table in Hayes Valley. To start, watermelon and squid salad with olive vinaigrette. In the middle, order two different pastas and trade bowls half-way through - we had both the rigatoni with smoked eggplant and ricotta and the spaghetti with peas, mint and goat cheese. To finish, their caramelized olive oil cake with roasted strawberries and cream cheese.  (The menu is seasonal so it's likely these particular versions are gone, but the variations are bound to be as good.) Rich Table also has stellar cocktails and a well-done rustic-y space.

Obsession: Traveling to Ghent and Bruge, thanks to last month's issue of Travel and Leisure.  Sometimes one photograph is all it takes and you're desperate to be somewhere.

Complaint: That the excitement of back to school - buying supplies, finding out who's going to in your class, picking out what you'll wear the first day - can only be experienced vicariously now.  Sharing in it is one of the cool parts of having a kid, but it can make you ache for those innocent, carefree days of childhood yourself.  

Stella's back-to-school shirt from Gap Kids

Her new backpack from American Apparel

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Love: My lovely and amazing father, Terence Evans, aka T, who passed away quite suddenly a year ago this Friday.  I've got a pretty big hole in my life and my heart now, and am only just beginning to comprehend the finality of the loss.  The best way to fill the void is to remember, so I love it when my friends who knew him bring T up, and the old stories and memories are trotted out. 

Like: The orange movie theater marquee letter I bought on etsy and keep in our kitchen as a reminder of the great man.

Discovery: My Sopranos- and Green Bay Packers-loving guy's-guy of a dad had a softer side.  One compelling piece of evidence: his deep love of David Lean's epic romance-cum-historical drama Dr. Zhivago. (T might have appreciated The Selby's recent train trip from Paris to Shanghai on behalf of Louis Vuitton, which involved many days in Russia, a more glamourous version of the horrible train ride Zhivago and his family take as they flee Moscow for a cottage in the Urals.)
The Selby Part 1    The Selby Part 2

Obsession: T was a Democrat through and through, but he couldn't help but find constant amusement in Howard Dean's self-destructive 2004 Iowa Caucus election night speech.  Dad bought a novelty "Scream the Dream" bottle opener which plays the meltdown speech every. single. time. you. open. a. bottle. The opener, still going strong, is my fondest inheritance and makes me smile whenever I use it.

Complaint:  With T gone, and my mom moved to Seattle, where my sister lives, I miss Milwaukee. It's strange to no longer have a place or family to return to in the city you grew up in and visited regularly, for decades. 

When will I ever see its (modest) skyline and lovely lakefront?      

When will I walk through Lake Park then down to the lakefront, looking at all the big houses on Terrace, Wahl and Lake Drive along the way?

When will I catch a movie at The Oriental Theater? Bowl and drink next door at Landmark with Admiral Ackbar (David) and Big Sal (Erich)?

Count mullets and mesh shirts in the crowd at Summerfest?

Eat greasy but delicious Mexican at Conejitos or a burger and frozen custard at Kopps?

Go to that antiques store I liked in the Third Ward? 

Spend an afternoon at my beloved Milwaukee Public Museum amidst the dioramas?  

Milwaukee, I sure hope I don't lose you too.