September 12, 1992
It must have been heartbreaking for San Diego State to watch the USC Trojans dance and celebrate (in Miami Hurricane fashion) after they backed into a rather lucky tie. However, that's what the Aztecs deserve for scheduling a 3-8 patsy in their opening game. TIM McOSKER Los Angeles
February 2, 1986 |
Patsy, Mrs. Goldfarb and Peaches had an active Saturday. I was away for the weekend and the brave little threesome faced life at home. As all of you know who spend much time at home, it is not the unruffled pool of calm you might think. This was a Saturday that was to be devoted to renewing appliances, namely a refrigerator and a wall furnace.
April 7, 2000 |
"Soft Fruit" asks us to spend 101 minutes with people most of us wouldtake pains to avoid in real life. The difference between this film, a first feature for writer-director Christina Andreef, and works by her executive producer, Jane Campion, is that Campion can take blue-collar Australians and New Zealanders at their crassest levels and involve us in their fates. Andreef's people are, by and large, as off-putting at the end as they are at the beginning, and they stubbornly remain types rather than emerging as individuals.
April 9, 1989 |
Spring has tossed in her petals in the Linda Vista Hills like a no-tomorrow gambler. Even my crotchety hill has never looked so handsome. The roses are as big as lettuces, and even Mandy's cymbidiums are theatrically ruffled. We inherited the cymbidiums six years ago, along with Mrs. Goldfarb the cat, because Mandy, Patsy's daughter, and her husband were off to Japan on a tour of duty. Mandy didn't think either the plants or the old lady cat would live through the requisite quarantine, so they became our foster charges.
March 2, 1986 |
We have house guests, Muff and Don Brandt, Patsy's daughter and her husband from Escanaba, Mich. This is a town that sits beside Green Bay, on the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. It is not a warm place to live. When they left, there was four feet of snow on the ground. That's not in a drift. The drifts are 16 feet. That's flat on the ground. It's a beautiful place in high summer, with the lake shimmering in front of the Brandts' house and the sail boats winging by like snow geese.
April 12, 1987 |
My computer and printer would have gone to the dump long since if it were not for a bright and charming young man named Craig Hodges. He is a junior at Occidental College and has the same snuggly relationship with these oversold machines as my sister, Patsy. The difference is that Patsy wheedles the brutes whereas Craig is crisp and matter-of-fact with them and they trot along at his heels, whirring and humming and being pleasantly helpful.