What I'm Doing Here
I don't really know if any of my ancestors were butchers (Fleishers, Fleischers), but that's the tradition for such German names. How far would we have to go back to find the original guy who hacked into a smoked ham hock and sold half to one neighbor and the other half to another neighbor, maybe in exchange for a pig? Or a sweet, juicy peach?
Dunno. If names contain fact, though, we may safely conclude that I'm of merchant peoples, peddlers of goods, makers of means.
Mean much? Here in this "space" I offer pubs, politics, peaks, polkas, percolations, perorations, poignancy, poison — and half-truths — and possibly, if you're really lucky, my recipe for peach tart. It's a humdinger.
Order up!
posted by Kass Fleisher @ 11:42 AM
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2 Comments:
I'm so surprised to find this.
MEATBLANKET. Jelinek. Hello! Probably you never examine your comments page, as you wrote your post a year ago and it's now so late in 2009. Have to bring the kindling in. Just properly finished your book, Talking Out of School....so, naturally, wanted to read reviews of it. See who else got radicalized. Woken up from a slumber -- the slumber where you confuse environmental effects for self-doubt. Then found this. I should like to put in an order for a ham. As a new citizen, I understand that ham can be substituted for other garden variety meats on major holidays and get-togethers.
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