Thursday, January 31, 2013

For the Pink Floyd Fans Among You

Check out this card. Presumably for when you want to send greetings to your friend whose life is an irreparable disaster?

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Seattle Randutiae

In West Seattle (at Salty's), the views are pretty...

the balloons are demonstrating what happens when you mix primary colors...

and I've decided to have some pepper on my salad.

In Issaquah, an old baby grand...

and a young grand.

(Piano, I mean.)

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Little Free Neighborhood Libraries and Mossy Trees....

...near and in Ravenna Park, Seattle.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

I like today's A Softer World a whole lot.

See for yourself:

A Softer World: 921

In other news, it is COLD in Boston right now, and so dry that I feel like I could start a fire by rubbing my fingers together.

Tea, flannel, arm warmers and writing.

Stay warm, everyone.

Monday, January 21, 2013

For Those of You Who Don't Get to See Snow

It has just started snowing

in Central Square,

where outside the post office

someone clearly has strong feelings


their jacket.
Residents are making wise decisions

about their windshield wipers.

Constructions signs are honorably telling the truth of the matter.

Yes, I would agree that that's a significant delay.
Meanwhile, the lights are on at the field,

but no one is there.... except for

this bunny.

Happy snowfall, everyone :)

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Cambridgeport Scenes

To my wonderful readers in France: I will be at Étonnants Voyageurs (which is an international festival of books and film) in Saint-Malo from 18-20 May, and will be making my second appearance at Imaginales (a stupendous fantasy conference) in Épinal from 23-26 May. I hope to see you there.

To reassure those of you who've been concerned about my plumbing, I did get the damn thing out of my drain. It was very dramatic. As each bristle burst into the light, it flung drain dreck onto my sink, my walls, and my person. Turns out it's really gross down the drain.

So, often when I travel, I share photos, but it occurred to me recently that most of my readers have probably never been to Cambridge, MA.... so why not share a few pictures of home? These are extremely arbitrary -- there's a lot more in Cambridge than this -- but here are some shots. Mostly taken on a gloomy January day in Cambridgeport, on or near Magazine Street.

I think only green cars should be allowed to park in front of this house.

It makes me happy that this house is a different color depending on what side you're on.

It makes me feel like I live in a city that has a soul.

And what I love about this house...

... is what you see when you look closer.

Dunkin Donuts is also a religion in the Boston area.

Two congregations sharing a building.

Sign on the door: "Welcome to Congregation Eitz Chayim."
Sign on the right: "Science Club for Girls."

I like this red van in front of the yellow house.

And this mailbox.

And this beat-up church window.



Solar panels.

Magazine Street.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Some Days Should Just Be Cancelled

Recently, I had one of those days wherein by the end of the day, you've screwed up so many times that you despise yourself and it seems like the only possible way to redeem the day is with a bit of plumbing. Hence, I proceeded to jam a scrub brush down the drain of my bathroom sink, where it became firmly stuck. I can't get it out. It's still in there.



In other news, here are some of my favorite descriptive and/or character development moments from John Bellair's The House With a Clock in Its Walls (Puffin Books, 1973, illustrated by Edward Gorey):
The last clock to strike was the grandfather clock in the study. It made a noise like a steamer trunk full of tin plates falling slowly and solemnly down a flight of stairs. (16)

Lewis thought a lot about the stained-glass windows and the coat rack. Were they magic? He believed in magic, even though he had been taught not to. His father had spent one whole afternoon explaining to Lewis that ghosts were caused by X rays bouncing off distant planets. (27)

He watched the cannon ball as it whizzed toward the Duke's galleon. It looked to him like a tiny insane harvest moon. (77)

The bell rang again. It sounded like a whiny person insisting on some stupid point in an argument. (116-7)

The door rattled open, and a freezing wind blew in over his bare ankles. There stood his Aunt Mattie, who was dead. (117)


Finally, as long as I'm showing y'all pictures of my bathroom, here, atop my toilet, is a beautiful candle metamorphosis, which took place over the course of a couple of months.

B. pointed out that this looks like an eye.

I would like to start a trend of authors blogging photos of their toilets.

Last dying gasp.