It’s been an extraordinarily rainy weekend. Rainy and windy, which means that all the windows facing south and east are providing a rather impressionistic view of the world. This hazy, beautiful view inspired some watching of Amazon Prime videos to learn more about Paul Durand-Ruel, an avid believer in the Impressionist art movement, at a time when they were scorned, mocked and slandered by most of Europe. I was rather cheered to learn that America gave that particular art movement heaps of support and love—something that Europe couldn’t be arsed to do. Continue reading “The Weekend Left A Good Impression”
My desktop computer, Scoundrel, is under the weather. His hard drive took a nosedive a few days back, and it will be a bit before the scurvy lad is back up and dancing. In the meantime, I have my laptop. As nice and helpful as it is, it doesn’t have my Outlook files on it, so there’s a lot of reference info I can’t get at right now, and that means I can’t get my monthly Postcards From Industralia newsletter out. Also, the laptop isn’t mighty enough to run Second Life, so I’ll be missing my storytelling hour tonight (again). I won’t lose any data because we are careful about backups and redundancies, but it is an inconvenience. Continue reading “Drive, She Said”
For those tuning in late, we moved in late February, and have been doing a lot of landscaping and home decor work ever since. For the first time in my life, I have a room of my very own that is not a bedroom. It’s exciting!
The GirlCave is coming along. Yesterday my chaise arrived! Of course, I have to share it with Chives. Continue reading “Chaise-ing The Blues Away”
Over in the Book of Faces, I was tagged by my delightful friend, author B.G. Thomas to play the Influential Authors Game. Basically, I am to list 15 authors who have influenced me. This doesn’t necessarily mean I enjoy these authors works – I’ll be listing at least one that I find highly disagreeable (I will leave it to you to figure out who that is!) Being influenced by an author and liking their work does not always go hand in hand.
Rather than simply quick-listing 15 authors in Facebook in response to this meme, I decided to expand the concept here. I hope you find my list interesting, and perhaps you’ll pause to think about the authors that have influenced your life, too. Continue reading “My Influential Authors”
William Henry Harrison gave the longest damn inaugural speech any president’s ever given, on March 4th, 1841. For an hour and forty five minutes a 68 year old guy shouted at a crowd IN THE MIDDLE OF A SNOWSTORM without wearing a hat, gloves or coat. After that, rather than getting some rest in the white house, he headed out to whoop it up at *multiple* parties. Continue reading “Speaking of Disappointing Politics and Snowstorms”
When I was in 6th grade, I thought it would be fun to ride my Flexy Racer down one of the steepest streets in my hilly suburb. It was great fun! I sat on the Flexy and steered with my feet and felt pretty damn bad-ass. But the street ended in a sharp curve to the right, and I couldn’t negotiate it with my feet. I couldn’t brake either, since my feet were controlling the combination steering AND braking pedals. I hit the curb really hard, flew off the Flyer, and landed in the gutter pretty much face-first. I scraped my face pretty badly and chipped my front tooth. It was the week of school photos, too.
I have three websites. One is a commercial site for chocolate and coffee, one is for promoting my books, and there’s this one – for whatever I damn well wish to write at any given moment. Still here? Buckle up, bumpy ride ahead.
This is going to be rather personal and probably a lot maudlin. Feel free to close the browser tab and I send no hard feelings if you do. By way of explanation, a younger relative of mine is on the cusp of one of life’s greatest adventures – waving farewell to the parents and getting her own apartment. This got me remembering my own rite of passage. Those days are burned into my brain with the red-hot poker of nostalgia.
That’s the weirdest sentence I’ve yet written, but I stand by it. I can still remember the smallest of details. How the cheap wood floorboards creaked. The slam of the trunk of a Yellow Cab. The annoying crackle of a single paint-splattered speaker I laughingly called my ‘stereo system’. The squeaks of an air mattress every time I moved in the night.