Recently I’ve been exploring, for the first time, some pop and subcultural touchstones of the last couple of decades. It makes me feel a bit like a time traveler. Among other things, I’ve been struck by how much easier it is to create plot obstacles when personal synchronous communication devices aren’t ubiquitous. When your setting [...]
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I have recently become a fan of the Grilled Cheese Grill. Its sandwiches are delicious, and the mural on the ceiling of its seating area — a schoolbus — is fantastic. See: The artists are Eatcho and Jason Graham. I’m particularly impressed by how they blended their styles. Now for a tiny nap, and then [...]
Still catching up from Boston, black nail polish now very chipped. Have been brooding about tragedies of various scales, also tempests and their associated teapots. Feeling more inclined to shut up than put up, this fragmentary post notwithstanding. But here are three good things, as a counterweight: Tales of the Madman Underground, which I read [...]
He looks a little Burning Man-y. Showing my medieval festival geek roots, I first thought this was a sword; in fact it is a spinal column. Not intentional art, but what the heck.
I decided it was about time I tried out black nail polish, as I have gone this far in my life without the experience. Yes, I am going to Boston for the American Library Association Midwinter meeting. Very early in the morning tomorrow. I’ll be in YALSA meetings most of the time while I’m there, [...]
Snag was compelled to nap in the recently-purchased file box. Fortunately he did not choose to mark any receipts as his territory.
My mom likes to tell the story of when she and Dad decided it was time to jettison the couch we’d had my entire life — which was, then, a whole six years, I think. Struck by the beloved object’s approaching tragic fate, I proclaimed: “That orange couch never hurt anybody in its life!” I [...]
Happy 2010, Internet friends. Here’s something I wrote in my journal ten years ago: I read a book of Susan Cooper’s essays on writing for children; a book I’m going to have to buy. In thinking about the themes that come up over and over again in the way she talks about writing, I’m wondering [...]
