There’s a new Flipped up. This week, I take a look at The Mammoth Book of Best New Manga, which is indeed mammoth and features a lot of interesting work. Some stories are great, some are good, and all of them make me want to see what the featured creators do next, even if their offerings didn’t exactly sing for me this time around.
There’s a quick blurb in a recent edition of the Marshall Democrat-News about the ongoing committee work on the materials selection policy. No new details to speak of, but again, it’s nice to see that the paper still has its eyes on the process.
Ina Garten is an odd sort of food celebrity. Her on-camera career began with some very endearing guest appearances on Martha Stewart Living. During these visits, Garten came off as funny, easygoing, and enthusiastic. (Of course, just about anyone standing next to pre-incarceration Stewart would seem comparatively ebullient.) I’m guessing that many people, myself included, watched Garten liven things up and said, “She should have her own show.”
Now she does. It’s called Barefoot Contessa after the Hamptons specialty food store she used to own. And I don’t like it very much.
Garten is much better as a foil for another personality than standing alone in front of a camera. She’s better now than she was in the early days of her show, when her unease was just palpable, but she still doesn’t seem to have fully mastered the art of treating a camera as a conversational partner. She’s more fun when people stop by to kibitz.
Maybe Garten shouldn’t have her own show. I think a “Cooking with Ina” program would take better advantage of her on-camera strengths, and that a roster of guest chefs might help widen the scope of her fairly routine menus. And one of them is bound to tell her to use a damned butter knife when measuring cake flour.
Welcome to the “new” Precocious Curmudgeon, which will differ from the old version only in the fact that I have different opportunities to fiddle with things. (Categories!) I’m liking WordPress so far, though I’m still figuring out some of the features and tidying stuff in the sidebar.
How sad is it that I still have boxes I haven’t looked at (much less unpacked) from the last time I moved, and yet I feel compelled to trawl through over two years worth of content to put it into categories, even for posts that were barely worth the time I spent writing them initially?