The noodles of 2024 were serious: noodle casserole with breadcrumbs. It’s a love story, of sorts, noodles loving cheese & breadcrumbs. It dominates the image—helping to make space so we can reflect on Raymond Federman. Federman, however, is also brought into the picture. It is for him that we gathered here, is it not? He looks ahead, into our future histories together. See you next year (we hope).
The noodles of Noodle Day (for Raymond Federman) 2023 happened. But the post, the record of the event of Noodle Day itself? When the time came to post the picture, we spaced. Yes, non-uploaded but not forgotten, the noodles of 2023 languished. Finally, the are here.
Our double noodle update happens with a slight nod towards Federman’s sci-fi novel, The Twofold Vibration. The title of the post is another nod to Federman, this time his poem, The Museum of Imaginary Asses. Bon appétit.
Another celebratory feast of noodles for Raymond Federman. Enjoy the books and memories of Federman, one and all.
Summiting the noodle pile for another year of remembrance and celebration! Thank you to all within the Raymond Federman moinousniverse for celebrating again this year.
Until next year, follow Noodle Day/Raymond Federman-related posts on Twitter, support our site by buying a Federman book on our Bookshop store, or just say hi at some point.
Reading Federman’s work around this year’s Noodle Day had a suprisingly soothing effect. It’s not because Federman’s work is necessarily soothing—at least not in a way that would be recognized by many people. Yet it is the undercurrent of darkness, the loss, and the laughter in the face of it that soothes. As the tagline on Federman’s blog says
Laugh: yes because when some guy weeps somewhere in the world there is always some other guy who laughs somewhere else: happy balance! Never fails its normal equilibrium: laugh or cry it all comes out the same in the end!
Thanks to everyone who joined in. Curious? Join our mailing list. Want to offset some of our hosting bills? Buy a Federman book at our Bookshop store named, appropriately, Raymond Federman Books for Noodle Day for Raymond Federman.
If Noodle Day for Raymond Federman seemed quieter this year, may we point you to the above quote from Double or Nothing about working:
No Sundays
Raymond Federman, Double or Nothing
Sundays are for proletarians.
Thank you, Raymond Federman and all you Federmaniacs. Say hi on twitter if you’re there.
Our website may be our home, but if you weren’t following along with us on twitter, you may have missed out. Germany, Scotland, and the US were just some of the countries that were part of the Noodle Day adventure.
We shared pictures, we chatted, some bought Federman books, while other wrote Federman words. Yes, a truly invigorating experience. But why would Federman be shushing us? Is it that those noodles are, perhaps, evocative of the mother noodle from whence we all boiled out of, or does he just want some quiet after a long day? Qui put dire?
To all noodleurs, mailing list members, and noodle voyeurs: thanks for your participation. Let’s do this again, soon.
Au revoir!
If you weren’t following along with us on twitter, you might think our Noodle Day was forgotten. As you can see by the photo above, it was not.
To all noodleurs, mailing list members, and noodle voyeurs: thanks for your participation. Let’s do this again, soon.
Au revoir!
Thanks to all Noodle Day participants here’s a shot of our meal last night. Yes, there is both cheese and a protein source. What would that do to our writer’s budgeted year of expenses?
Happy Birthday, Raymond Federman aka Ray aka Federman!
Today marks the 88th anniversary of Raymond Federman’s birth. As we say, every day can be Noodle Day. Noodle Day’s the only holiday that happens once a few times a year. Every day can be a noodle day, if you are thinking of Federman, and eating noodles.
The idea is to remember him, and that his death is not death. That’s why Noodle Day started and is celebrated by most municipalities on Oct 6. Yet, if that is too morbid for you, too X-X-X-X-X, and sad, then please—celebrate today. Federman wouldn’t mind, and neither would we.
Bon appétit!
Bon anniversaire, Raymond Federman!