Forget financial armagedon, I wanna talk cheese!

This week's Wall Street volatility has been extremely weird. The Dow swinging up and down 400-500 points in a day, the nation's hugest financial institutions and companies dying before our eyes, Russia's stock market crashing, United Bank of Switzerland tanking...all compelling. I know it all affects me even if I don't have money markets and structured whatevers and fancy accounts. We all pay, especially because of the Fannie and Freddie bailout. Not to mention AIG bailout, which isn't even a bank.

All that aside, let's talk about cheese! Namely my love for cheese. I love exotic cheese. I have been blessed with an interested palate all my life, and even when I was little exotic cheese was served in my house. I grew up knowing what Edam and Gouda were. How wonderful.

My favorite is goat cheese. I fondly recall sultry dinners on sidewalks cafes of Paris with goat cheese salads or goat cheese appetizers. France seemed synonymous with cheese. You know, the simple things of life like French bread and fresh cheese and cool wine. Whole shops dedicated to cheese, my kind of city.

I recall another cheese incident that occurred as I was traveling on the Italian train from Florence to Rome. I met a European Union Dignitary, and she and I were discussing food (after having had a lively discussion about the new European Union, just formed). I said I liked cheese. She was highly amused and corrected me immediately.

"Che-eese?! Che-eese?! Formaggi? No. No!" She went on to say that one must always say the cheese's specific name. Mozzarella, Pecorino, etc., they each have a name and a specific role in an Italian meal. Good to know.

When the local gentleman's farm opened up in New Gloucester, Maine, it wasn't long before they started tapping locals and local products to produce, and happily, one of them was cheese. They opened a creamery and I went on a tour. The interior of the dairy by necessity was spotless and antiseptic, with gleaming large stainless steel vats, and men in white lab coats and paper nets on their hair. Not much to take a photo of, so I looked inside one of the vats and saw the cheese paddles. Snap! I love this pic. After the dairy got up and running they made great cheese and it won awards almost right away. I'm glad the folks of Gray and New Gloucester have access to locally produced dairy products as well as meat and veggies.

And here's Monty Python's ode to cheese in the famous "Cheese Shop Sketch"


So that's my cheese story and I'm stickin' to it!

Yesterday was the kind of day I love

I am not a people person. I like people, but I get tired eaasily from sensory overstimulation and lengthy conversation. In addition, social graces and subtleties escape me. It's better if I just stay home.

Yesterday was one of those days. I stayed at home all day, reading, studying, learning, creating, and writing. My daily bible reading brought me again to Habakkuk, who asked great questions of God, like

How long, O LORD, must I call for help, but you do not listen? Or cry out to you, "Violence!" but you do not save? 3 Why do you make me look at injustice? Why do you tolerate wrong? Destruction and violence are before me; there is strife, and conflict abounds. 4 Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice never prevails. The wicked hem in the righteous, so that justice is perverted."

Sounds a lot like today, huh? Anyway, that study brought me to watchman, and to tower, and ramparts, and ziggurat. I don't know how, just one of those things that the Lord leads one to!

I continued on my next column for the paper, about Vacation Bible School, and I scanned in more photos from my travels. I read my New Yorker magazine, ahhh the strange doings in the Big Apple. I listened to the birds, and I played with my cats.

Lukey kitty does this weird thing now. He gets in the tub around 6 pm each evening, and he boxes with the back end of it. I hear "blam blam blam blam" and when I go in there he looks like he is hitting a boxing bag and when I go in there, he just stares at me for a second and starts up again. Maybe there's a mouse in the walls.

I listened to Internet radio, staying a long time on Native American Radio for some reason. Maybe because I haven't listened to that station for a while. It's good to take a break and then come back.

I made soup and also smoothies, sauteed more vegetables for later. I worked on a project for someone's birthday. At about 8 p, I turned on the tv, Keith Olbermann and then CSI Miami. Hokey show but I love Horatio Caine. Wouldn't anyone want a competent person to just solve everything and be sensitive as well?

Below is a Monty python skit about hermits. I would be a hermit if I could. But this sketch is funny because there come to be so many hermits getting away from it all that they end up creating a community exactly like the one they left! So no hermitage for me, but every once in a while solitude is good.