A very unusual asteroid has been spotted off between Mars and Jupiter. “Instead of appearing as a small point of light, like most asteroids, this one has half a dozen comet-like dust tails radiating out like spokes on a wheel, said the report in Astrophysical Journal Letters.”
Ever since I first heard that the screen rights to Daredevil might revert to Marvel (something that ended up happening several months back), I have cherished hopes of a Daredevil TV series. Daredevil is, along with Spider-Man, one of my very favorite comic book characters of all time. He is well suited to the medium of TV, with its smaller scale and more serialized story-telling format.
Where the Guardians of the Galaxy operate on a galactic scale, the Avengers on a global scale, and Spider-Man’s terrain is the whole of New York, Daredevil has always been about his neighborhood, Hell’s Kitchen. His powers, his enemies, his problems are of a smaller scope than those of the big guys, but there’s very rich material to work with, as the title has been blessed over the years with an impressive number of great writers and artists, creating great stories. He is blind, and a lawyer by trade, with a shlubby partner and friendships and romances with the likes of Spider-Man, Black Widow, and Electra. There is a great depth to him, and a huge range of stories to mine for material between his cases, his background, his friends, and the villains he confronts. His stories are more about human crimes and concerns than mutants and aliens, and it wouldn’t take a huge effects budget to produce.
Today a partnership between Marvel and Netflix was announced, one that will produce a number of series, starting with one for Daredevil. Don’t let me down, Marvel. Do right by the Man Without Fear.
So, around Boston, there are quite a few restaurants that pretty much just make roast beef sandwiches, the most famous of them being Kelly’s at Revere Beach. At some point, it occurred to me that that’s kind of an oddly specific thing for a whole restaurant to be about, let alone a whole bunch of restaurants, and chances are, that’s not a thing everywhere. So I’m guessing…just Massachusetts?
A pomegranate was maybe not the most practical thing I could have brought for lunch today, but it was certainly the most delicious. And anything that sends me off into flights of fancy about mythology while I’m eating it – Persephone sitting in the dark deeps of Hades, ruby-red pomegranate seeds shining out to tempt her – is always a win.
When I was a preschool teacher, we did a harvest theme for the curriculum one November, and I brought in different fruits and vegetables for the kids to try at snack time throughout the month. Three and four-year-olds are not generally known for being adventurous eaters, but I always encouraged them to try a bite of each new thing (allowing them to abandon it after that if they chose). I knew pomegranates would be a tough sell, but I brought a couple in, pulled them apart into sections, and encouraged the kids to each try at least a seed or two.
Most of them tried a seed and no more, but two of them fell in love with the fruit. M. and C. sat at the table long after snack time was technically over and all of the other kids were at free play, concentrating mightily, little hands and wrists and faces stained red with the juice, carefully picking through each winding chamber of those pomegranates to glean every last seed. M., who always worked so hard at everything though her parents barely had time to notice, tiny and grave, pale face intent, digging for the little jewels. C., a sweet boy, so thoughtful for a child of that age when self-centeredness is a fact of development, delicately plucking seeds from their housings one by one. It’s a moment that has stayed with me.