tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75259672024-03-25T01:09:47.098-05:00The Roelle KidsWe've talked about it for years - the three of us are finally establishing our spot together on the web to share our exploits!Aprillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16531377811028646693noreply@blogger.comBlogger444125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525967.post-60816579720071698982012-07-02T17:39:00.000-05:002012-07-02T17:39:20.110-05:00Raspberry lessonsI love the abundance of summer. I love the idea of pulling food from my backyard and making something super tasty with it. Standing in the hot sun, getting all scratched up trying to reach raspberries isn't the best thing to do, but it does have a bit of zen to it.<br />
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Often in the raspberry bushes, large spiders spin crazy webs just over the berries. Targeting the bugs, I guess, or, if really ambitious, maybe a small bird... hmmmm. What you learn as you pick, though, is that those apparently cut off berries can be snagged from a different angle, without having to touch any web.<br />
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Raspberry picking, like strawberry picking, involves patience and painstaking care, looking under each leaf, high and low on the vines. It struck me, as I picked the other day, that I need to approach problems in life with the same persistence - to take a new perspective when faced with a wall of spiderweb, and find the angle that's open.<br />
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Does beat hitting your head against a wall.Aprillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16531377811028646693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525967.post-25851150020697273152012-06-18T21:37:00.000-05:002012-06-18T21:37:09.404-05:00Band battle, Father's Day - and booksLast Wednesday, I went out to support Dan's band, Moon Zombies, in a battle of the bands, competing for a spot at the 10 Ugly Men festival this summer. It was my first time hearing them and they are a boatload of fun. A couple of songs have stuck in my head, too. A good potential Derby band, hint, hint. Check them out <a href="http://www.moonzombiesband.com/"> here</a>.<br />
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Awesome show. We won't talk about the contest but just say that Moon Zombies kicked noisy-guitar scratch booty.<br />
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So then, on Sunday we went out to Mom & Dad's for Father's Day. Danny cooked steaks on the grill and I brought dessert. We sat and watched a bunch of the last Indiana Jones movie beforehand (Dad really liked the prep vs greaser fight at the coffee shop).<br />
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Dad is awesome, btw. <br />
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I hadn't made cake in forever and tried a new recipe from Moosewood Desserts - Maple Cake and Maple Buttercream Frosting (I put strawberry jam and fresh strawberries between layers). Here's how it came out. Quite yummy. I messed up measurements a bit, but it came out nice, so it'll prob be even better when I adjust it next time.<br />
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Books:<br />
<b>Book #8</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Death-The-Time-Your-Life/dp/1563893339/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1340072108&sr=8-1&keywords=death%3A+time+of+your+life"><i>Death: The Time of Your Life</i></a> by Neil Gaiman. A nice interlude to Absolute Sandman.<br />
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<b>Book #9</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Absolute-Sandman-Vol-3/dp/1401210848/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1340073040&sr=1-1&keywords=absolute+sandman+3"><i>Absolute Sandman: Volume 3</i></a> by Neil Gaiman. J bought me this one for Christmas, so it was extra special because it was new and mine. :) Felt there was some diversion as people were at the Inn telling tales, but I know everything is more related than you might think, so I happily kept chugging. The Orpheus stuff was a bit rough.<br />
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<b>Book #10</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Perennial-Philosophy-Aldous-Huxley/dp/B000LBTLNU/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1340073088&sr=1-4&keywords=perennial+philosophy"><i>The Perennial Philosophy</i></a> by Aldous Huxley. It took a while to read because I took it in bits and bites, but I love the premise of highlighting the core beliefs that all faiths have in common and talking about something above them all that does not need the trappings of power or ritual. I don't necessarily agree with all of it, but do have lots of stuff highlighted.<br />
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<b>Book #11</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Beautiful-Cigar-Girl-Invention/dp/B001G8WKH6/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1340073144&sr=1-1&keywords=cigar+girl"><i>The Beautiful Cigar Girl: Mary Rogers, Edgar Allen Poe, and the Invention of Murder</i></a> by Daniel Stashower. This was really cool on several levels. The Mary Rogers case and the fact that it was never truly solved is intriguing. The details of Poe's life from a non-judgemental perspective. How he used the Rogers case to build on his new detective style. The abortionist who built a mansion on 5th Ave - the house built on baby's skulls (an American Horror Story relate). <br />
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<b>Book #12</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Haroun-Sea-Stories-Salman-Rushdie/dp/0140157379/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1340073206&sr=1-1&keywords=haroun+and+the+sea+of+stories"><i>Haroun and the Sea of Stories</i></a> by Salman Rushdie. Once again Rushdie swept me away with the rhythm of his language. The book uses many techniques common to oral tales and would be perfect to read aloud. But this in a book dedicated to the power of Story in a sad world, when I am starting out in story myself. Loved it. Read it in a day. Want to reread.Aprillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16531377811028646693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525967.post-15935412268315140432012-03-04T13:23:00.000-05:002012-03-04T13:23:42.474-05:00Graphic novelsGetting back into the Twitter bookclub has been good for my reading pace, at least (since in my regular rotation I'm still slogging a bit with Henry James' <em>The Golden Bowl</em>). February was graphic novel month - it started with Book #3 - <em>Understanding Comics</em>.<br />
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<b>Book #4 </b>- <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Maus-Survivors-Father-Bleeds-History/dp/0394747232/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1330884102&sr=8-1"><em> Maus: A survivor's Tale</em> </a> and<b> Book #5</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Maus-II-Survivors-Troubles-Began/dp/0679729771/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_b"><em>Maus: And here my troubles began</em></a> by Art Spiegelman. I had heard about <em>Maus</em> in college, but never read it. While the mice have rather plain faces, they are so expressive. The father and step-mother, in their old age, were portrayed so well. It seemed like my grandparents had walked onto the pages (minus the Holocaust and Jewish faith bits). The story of the Holocaust is matter of fact, yet gut-wrenching. I found myself hoping "maybe this was as bad as it got" and then being proved wrong time and again.<br />
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<b>Book #6</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Une-Semaine-De-Bonte-Surrealistic/dp/0486232522/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1330884681&sr=1-1"><em>Une Semaine de Bonte</em></a> by Max Ernst. Wow. Incredible collage work. Although, I have to wonder about some of Ernst's sources for the image pieces, especially the worms and bugs. He must have been tied into some weird publications in order to come up with this. I love the style, except I lament the lack of text. I want a story, a narrative. Combine the surreal images with no text and I can't find one. I struggle to tie one image to the next, except they seem like different perspectives on a scene. Appreciate the art, but can't consider it a novel.<br />
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<b>Book #7</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Preludes-Nocturnes-SANDMAN-PRELUDES-NOCTURN/dp/B001TMQ37W/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1330885125&sr=1-3"><em>The Sandman: Preludes and Nocturnes</em></a> by Neil Gaiman. I've read this several times before, but it's still really good. I especially noticed Gaiman's skill at conveying time and fatigue. I also liked the pages where things are a bit akimbo, off-balance, and the panels are all tilted. A really well-built and well-told story.Aprillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16531377811028646693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525967.post-5606833633574037982012-02-13T19:33:00.000-05:002012-02-13T19:33:22.052-05:00Winter putteringWe've been puttering a lot lately. Working on projects of our own. Collaborating a bit. J playing Minecraft, me crafting... It's quite cozy, though we need to make sure we don't both sit in our studies all night.<br />
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Book #3 - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Understanding-Comics-Invisible-Scott-McCloud/dp/006097625X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1329179244&sr=8-1"><em>Understanding Comics: The Invisible Art</em></a> by Scott McCloud. I finally got back into the Twitter book club (1book140) just in time for graphic novel month! Enjoying the conversation. This was the first read of the month. I really liked McCloud's points on characters (photo-realistic vs cartoon and their roles) and time portrayal across cultures. <br />
<blockquote>Cartoon is a vacuum into which our identity and awareness are pulled ... an empty shell that we inhabit which enables us to travel in another realm.</blockquote>When talking about time and storytelling in Eastern cultures, the recent read of Murakami was a perfect fit.<br />
A really good treatise on a too much maligned form of storytelling.Aprillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16531377811028646693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525967.post-8222865010230676452012-02-01T13:32:00.000-05:002012-02-01T13:32:03.908-05:00FascinationRemember back when we were kids and summer vacation lasted forever? For me, I think of tireswings, playing Star Wars (I was always Leia, as much as Susanne hated it, but she LOOKED just like Luke) with the gang, beestings, bubble gum, long drives to camping....<br />
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*sigh* Ahhhhh......<br />
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Today, you blink and 5 years have passed. WTH? It doesn't seem fair. All of those incredible moments just seem to slip through your fingers in the rush of adult life.<br />
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Returning to the New Yorker article on <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2011/04/25/110425fa_fact_bilger?currentPage=all">David Eagleman</a>, there's a great little tidbit:<br />
<blockquote>The more familiar the world becomes, the less information your brain writes down, and the more quickly time seems to pass.</blockquote><br />
Our perception of time can be tied to how much new information the brain is taking in. Those endless summer vacations as a kid (which Mom remembers as a series of "I'm bored" moans, I'm sure) held so many new experiences and encounters. As an adult, it can be easy to get consumed by routine. To fall into a rut of work, eat, TV, sleep (maybe with some chores and bill paying thrown in somewhere). Wa ... hoo.<br />
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What's awesome and captivating is simple - open yourself to fascination. Look at the world through new eyes every day. See, do, learn, listen, watch something totally new EVERY DAY and you'll catch more of those bits falling through your fingers. Time will slow, you can savor it more. And because you're endlessly fascinated, you'll never have to groan "I'm bored"......<br />
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I am so excited to embrace this.<br />
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Here's one of the more recent posts on The Meta Accord's youtube site. Only thing is, you can't really see Mr, hiding behind a cymbal.<br />
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So I was intrigued to read about an experiment to see how drummers perceive time. The experiment was a collaboration of music producer Brian Eno and <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2011/04/25/110425fa_fact_bilger?currentPage=all">neuroscientist</a> David Eagleman. It drew drummers across a wide variety of genres, including Daniel Maiden-Wood (Anna Calvi), the drummer from Razorlight, and Will Champion (Coldplay).<br />
<blockquote>“The question is: do drummers have different brains from the rest of us?” Eno said. “Everyone who has ever worked in a band is sure that they do.”</blockquote><br />
So drummers EEG's were tested vs controls in respect to their perception of time. <blockquote>When asked to keep a steady beat, for instance, the controls wavered by an average of thirty-five milliseconds; the best drummer was off by less than ten. Eno was right: drummers do have different brains from the rest. <br />
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Like perfect pitch, which dooms the possessor to hear every false note and flat car horn, perfect timing may just make a drummer more sensitive to the world’s arrhythmias and repeated patterns, Eagleman said— to the flicker of computer screens and fluorescent lights. <br />
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Reality, stripped of an extra beat in which the brain orchestrates its signals, isn’t necessarily a livelier place. It’s just filled with badly dubbed television shows.</blockquote><br />
I always knew there was something unique about how Dan saw the world...Aprillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16531377811028646693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525967.post-40389079276492865482012-01-22T15:18:00.000-05:002012-01-22T15:18:01.228-05:00Hodgepodge - dead, beer, and cassettesBook #1 2012 <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dead-She-Said-Steve-Niles/dp/B005MZ6OHG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1327261745&sr=8-1"><em>Dead, She Said</em></a> by Steve Niles and Bernie Wrightson. A dark, gritty, and quite twisted graphic novel. <br />
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As I clean my study, I come across tidbits from my Forgotten English calendar from last year. October 24 marked the date of the Dalton-in-Furness Fair, where the Lord would pick a few ale-tasters, assigned to visit all of the pubs in the town and taste the beer. They report back and prizes for the best are awarded.<br />
<blockquote>One technique used by European aleconners was to pour a bit of a brewer's ale onto a pub bench. Wearing a pair of leather breeches, the official would sit in the beer for 30 minutes and then rise. If his trousers stuck to the bench, the brewer would be fined for serving inferior "taplash".</blockquote>My question - does the dude get to change pants between pubs?<br />
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We finally got together to exchange gifties with Jenny & Aaron this weekend and the major craft give of 2011 was finally unveiled... <br />
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I had seen a couple of these online. Turns out the one I was trying to recreate actually used a specially molded plastic framework, but I adapted another version to get this.<br />
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I used 6 inch pieces of beading wire to hold it together. Here are some in-process shots.<br />
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December 1 marks the anniversary of the death of the "Lady of the Haystack"<br />
<blockquote>Lady of the Haystack made her appearance in 1776 at Bourton, near Bristol, UK. She was young and beautiful, graceful, and evidently accustomed to good society. She lived for 4 years in a haystack, but was ultimately kept by Mrs Hannah More in an asylum and died in December 1801. Mrs More called her Louisa, but she was probably a Mademoiselle La Frulen, natural daughter of Francis Joseph 1, emperor of Austria.</blockquote>- source Ebenezer Brewer's <em>Dictionary of Phrase and Fable</em>, 1887. <br />
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Fascinating and I want to know more. I found <a href="http://www.futilitycloset.com/2009/04/28/the-lady-of-the-haystack/"> a little</a>. Maybe there isn't more to know. Maybe it's a story waiting to be crafted and told.....Aprillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16531377811028646693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525967.post-69746288705411091732012-01-14T20:03:00.000-05:002012-01-14T20:03:21.901-05:00I still need to close out 2011The holidays were a roller coaster. Wonderful and full of love and good times and stressful and chaotic and illness and a cold right on New Years borking things up. I never got cards done, they're sitting in my living room. I just made sugar cookie dough today. Overall, I'd say the holidays were awesome and glorious, but I felt a bit outside just because so many things were out of whack.<br />
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Ah, well. I've set my sights on improving 2012.<br />
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Finally, the last 3 books of 2011.<br />
<b>Book #23 </b>- <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lincoln-Leadership-Executive-Strategies-Tough/dp/0446394599/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1326584891&sr=1-1"><em>Lincoln on Leadership: Executive strategies for tough times</em></a> by Donald T Phillips. A quick read, but a good one. First of all, I love the detail related to the storytelling that was infused in Lincoln's leadership. As I look at pages that I have flagged, some are for Lincoln's stories. I have to admit that I approach anything about Lincoln with a slightly skewed perspective after reading Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. But it is cool to hear of events that occur in both versions of his presidency. I like connections like that.<br />
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<b>Book #24</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Weird-U-S-Americas-Legends-Secrets/dp/1402766882/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1326584191&sr=8-1"><em>Weird US: Your travel guide to America's local legends and best kept secrets</em></a> by Mark Moran and Mark Sceurman. A fun romp to weird places across the country. We actually do use it as a travel guide when going on road trips - to help us keep an eye out for freaky places that we might otherwise drive right by.<br />
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<b>Book #25</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kafka-Shore-Haruki-Murakami/dp/1400079276/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1326587370&sr=1-1"><em>Kafka on the Shore</em></a> by Haruki Murakami. A romp that gets quite twisted and surreal complete with Colonel Sanders and talking cats, Beethoven's Archduke Trio and a small private library that is a haven for some lost souls. I have a lot of wonderful turns of phrase flagged and there are some bits that made me think about what type of adventure I, myself, might be on. It gets a little convoluted at the end, but overall, I quite enjoyed my first Murakami read.Aprillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16531377811028646693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525967.post-21431074200080506492012-01-10T14:26:00.000-05:002012-01-10T14:26:00.786-05:004 yearsMy "episode" happened just about 4 years ago. I don't focus on the date, but it was early January, 2007.<br />
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I've been bionic for just about 4 years.<br />
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There's still a panic and an ache related to the emotion of that night. There are some images you never forget. Some thoughts still bring a tear to my eye, like at this very moment. But it's more a regular part of me now and just how life is.<br />
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I've probably passed the halfway point on my battery.<br />
It IS kinda' fun, it's not every girl who can talk in such superhero/comic book terms.<br />
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I'm glad there are experts in the field just steps from my front door. They're good people, too.<br />
I'm glad most of all that it got figured out and it hasn't come close to happening again.<br />
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Love you, J. Thanks for being there.<br />
- Your bionic wifAprillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16531377811028646693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525967.post-48693836962504013702011-12-04T19:59:00.000-05:002011-12-04T19:59:11.459-05:00I'm so behind on booksHere's a huge booklist post. I'm at risk of missing some simply because I'm sooo behind.<br />
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<b>Book #8</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Animal-Farm-Centennial-George-Orwell/dp/0452284244/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1322589868&sr=1-1"><em>Animal Farm</em></a> by George Orwell - Quite creepy the control the pigs took and how easily they duped the other animals into going along with it. The power of "protest chants" in propaganda. Eerie.<br />
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<b>Book #9</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Animal-Farm-Centennial-George-Orwell/dp/0452284244/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1322589868&sr=1-1"><em>Absolute Sandman Vol II</em></a> by Neil Gaiman - Love Gaiman! "Seasons of Mist" was quite cool for all of the varied powers gathered for the key to hell. "A Game of You" was also quite good, though I disliked her imaginary world coming to an end.<br />
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<b>Book #10</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bad-Girls-Wicked-Women-Thrilling/dp/1435103378/ref=sr_1_9?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1322590648&sr=1-9"><em>Bad Girls and Wicked Women: The Most Powerful, Shocking, Amazing, Thrilling, and Dangerous Women of All Time</em></a> by Jan Stradling - This was a lot of fun and really interesting. I had never heard of Ching Shih, the Chinese pirate queen. Elizabeth of Bathory was mentioned in Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter, and so it was neat to see her story here, crazy as she was. Some of these women were just portrayed as bad by history, by men who resented women with power. Others (like Elizabeth) were quite quite evil.<br />
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<b>Book #11</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Immortal-Life-Henrietta-Lacks/dp/1400052181/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1322885199&sr=8-1"><em>The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks</em></a> by Rebecca Skloot - I've posted on this here before. Wow. And I keep going back to elements of the story. Quite the book.<br />
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<b>Book #12</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/House-Mystery-Vol-Stories-People/dp/1401222765/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1322885393&sr=1-1"><em>House of Mystery - Love Stories for Dead People</em></a> by Matt Sturges and Luca Rossi - Those stuck in the house explore the basement in an attempt to leave. Good stuff.<br />
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<b>Book #13</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Beginning-Creation-Stories-Around-World/dp/0152387420/ref=sr_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1322885661&sr=1-5"><em>In the Beginning:Creation Myths from Around the World</em></a> by Virginia Hamilton- a compilation of origin myths from cultures all over the globe. What's fascinating are the common threads that wend their way through so many.<br />
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<b>Book #14</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Water-Elephants-Novel-Sara-Gruen/dp/1565125606/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1322885776&sr=1-1"><em>Water for Elephants</em></a> by Sara Gruen - I didn't expect to enjoy this, but really did. I was especially endeared to the older version of Jacob,the narrator in the nursing home. He made me think of my grandfather.<br />
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<b>Book #15</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/House-Mystery-Vol-Space-Between/dp/1401225810/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1323044553&sr=1-1"><em>House of Mystery 3 - The Space Between</em></a> by Matthew Sturges, Bill Willingham, Chris Roberson - This is an awesome graphic novel, continuing the struggle of the small band trapped in the House to escape.<br />
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<b>Book #16</b> - <A href=http://www.amazon.com/Ghost-Story-Peter-Straub/dp/0671685635/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1323045159&sr=1-2"><em>Ghost Story</em></a> by Peter Straub - Neil Gaiman and others had mentioned this as one of the scariest books they had ever read. And it got quite creepy. It's the type of thing where you start to wonder if reading about it will get you, yourself, in some kind of trouble. A little knowledge can be a dangerous thing...<br />
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<b>Book #17</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Art-Possibility-Transforming-Professional-Personal/dp/0142001104/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1323045238&sr=1-1"><em>The Art of Possibility: Transforming Professional and Personal Life</em></a> by Rosamund Stone Zander and Benjamin Zander - I loved the dual perspective of psychotherapist wife and conductor husband. The stories on how to integrate creative thinking into all aspects of life were great - I particularly liked the illustration of "being the board" and the risks of "downward spiral" talk. I know many who could benefit from this perspective.<br />
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<b>Book #18</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fables-Vol-1-Legends-Exile/dp/1563899426/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1323045466&sr=1-1"><em>Fables 1: Legends in Exile</em></a> by Bill Willingham - OMG this is good, too! The dynamics of the Fables characters in Manhattan and the lives they have crafted for themselves after quite some time in this world are quite good. I liked the backstory on the Big Bad Wolf and how he was recruited to sheriff, also.<br />
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<b>Book #19</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Girl-Dragon-Tattoo-Stieg-Larsson/dp/0307454541/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1323045593&sr=1-1"><em>The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo</em></a> by Stieg Larsson - As everyone I know who has read this agrees, it starts SLOW. But eventually he gets through detailing everything to high heaven, or mostly through, and you get to the mystery and the kickbutt and it sweeps you along. A classic "just one more chapter" book.<br />
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<b>Book #20</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Armageddons-Children-Genesis-Shannara-Book/dp/034548410X/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1323045692&sr=1-1"><em>Armageddon's Children </em></a>by Terry Brooks - Oh, man. Love. This is the first in the trilogy to tie the Shannara tales to the Knight of the Word - a way post-apocalyptic future populated by trolls, dwarves, and elves to the present day fight against the Void. In this, the end is already near. War, terrorism, biological weapons, plague, draught, and oh, yeah, demons, have ravaged our society. It pulls you in enough that you start to marvel at the conveniences of our lives and how they could become awful inconvenient if power was lost...<br />
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<b>Book #21</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Played-Vintage-Crime-Black-Lizard/dp/0307949508/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1323045842&sr=1-1"><em>The Girl who Played with Fire</em></a> by Stieg Larsson - Another really slow start. But good once, as Mom put it, the "OMG moment" happens.<br />
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<b>Book #22</b> - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Kicked-Hornets-Nest/dp/030726999X/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1323045962&sr=1-1"><em>The Girl who Kicked the Hornet's Nest </em></a>by Steig Larsson - This one starts in the middle of something! So there isn't a lull, really. Maybe a bit in the middle, but it's got a great overall pace. You'll get a bit ill at bureaucracy in bits.<br />
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I won't hit 50, yet again, but better than last year! Probably not even 30. I have 3 or 4 that I'll get finished probably before the end of the year. It's because I hit a spot in my rotation that slows everything down. Henry James, you messed up my count!<br />
More soon.Aprillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16531377811028646693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525967.post-32908950598108651882011-11-08T07:01:00.001-05:002011-11-08T10:59:11.467-05:00Been a while! Paris together - Days 4 & 5 - explore at your own pace*I have to finish the Paris saga, then we'll get to more timely stuff. So, here's the last post.*<br />
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We toured the treasury and saw some of the jewels of bishops and priests past - pretty crazy how much wealth is represented there. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAOnjtM9G2XYc9OIDN7HRdZl5JopoWB1U4-sOAGCEfKcqXmQnyTyAdZ60ctCQQ09sN4TOssgNnJKcIwfg9sIMHHzrX9pNrWs_lZr1ivSTWHztr4cHljWmg3T-Wc3lHYj0y7pSr/s1600/100_6588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAOnjtM9G2XYc9OIDN7HRdZl5JopoWB1U4-sOAGCEfKcqXmQnyTyAdZ60ctCQQ09sN4TOssgNnJKcIwfg9sIMHHzrX9pNrWs_lZr1ivSTWHztr4cHljWmg3T-Wc3lHYj0y7pSr/s320/100_6588.JPG" /></a></div><br />
There were a couple of <a href="http://gardinerhall.com/AntiqueSacredVesselsandAppointments.aspx">ostensoriums</a> - which are quite ostentatious (and also know as monstrances). On exiting the cathedral, we passed a growing line. Got there just in time.<br />
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We returned to the hotel for a brief nap, then headed out for Montmartre. This is my favorite part of the city. Each visit I spend more time exploring the quiet backstreets of the hill, admiring the views, and trying new cafes. One of the delights in Amelie was the familiarity of the area in which it was filmed.<br />
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The metro stop we chose had a crazy spiral staircase to the top - and an elevator, but there was a creepy guy there - so I emerged winded and parched. We found a cafe where I had an apple galette and a lemonade. Then we trekked to the stairs up to Sacre Coeur. I would probably take a different set next time. The ones we chose were just as picturesque as the others, but smelled of restrooms and the graffiti was a little too lewd.<br />
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The view from the steps in front of Sacre Coeur was a bit obscured by construction, but the musicians and spirit remained. We headed inside. The mosaics in the church are incredible. I could have spent all day just absorbing them. In contrast to Notre Dame, the approach and entry to Sacre Coeur is rather unassuming - you would not guess at the splendor inside.<br />
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On to the Place du Tertre, a small square jam packed with artisans doing portraits, scenic paintings, silhouettes -and cafes that have, over the years I have visited, taken more and more of the space. We stopped at one cafe and sat in an open window to the square. J had a tarte tatin and I ordered the <a href="http://www.feelingnibblish.com/chocolat-liegeois-ice-cream/">chocolate liegeois</a>. We were both in heaven, but especially J, who still crows over the carmelization of the apples in the tatin.<br />
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We circled the square, looking at the artwork and stopped at a painter doing some simple yet compelling street scenes in oils. J struck up a conversation and we had a good chat and bought a painting. On J's return from the countryside prior to flying home, he stopped by and chatted with the guy again.<br />
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The next morning we parted in the metro, me to the Opera and the Roissy bus to the airport, J to the Gare Montparnasse and a train to Limoges. It was sad and tough and we held each others' eyes until the last possible moments, as J's adventures continued for a couple of more weeks on his own.Aprillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16531377811028646693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525967.post-13280678597073138132011-08-25T05:23:00.000-05:002011-08-25T05:23:06.779-05:00Paris together - 6 million souls - Day 3<br />
Day 3 in Paris got off to a slow start. J had his first croque monsieur - liked it - and we headed to the Montparnasse area and the Catacombs.<br />
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The line was long, wrapping the entire block. It was a gorgeous day, though, and we decided to wait. And then we had been there long enough and moved far enough that we didn't want to throw that away. And we were entertained by the conversation of 2 Australian globe-hopping couples ahead of us.<br />
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We walked the paths with careful respect.<br />
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6 million bodies, all told. Their thigh bones and skulls stacked in careful formations along the passageways. With all of those bodies, <b><em>something</em></b> supernatural is bound to have been shaken loose, roused, stirred. Did I maybe capture something in the pic below? At the top of the lit area are the heads of those in front of me, but what is that on the lower right? Maybe it's just light on the opposite wall. I think it looks awful face-like.<br />
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This was the landmark of the day, but still only half of it. Other things:<br />
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<ul><li>As we emerged to a main street and were about to cross to find a cafe for a drink and snack, a flash mob of hundreds of roller bladers woooshed past - and kept coming and coming. They gathered in a square in front of a church, talked a bit, then dispersed.</li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKfM4b8yprWCLT0bQw6EizY6HgWA2YXQoM7BQvDJ89B_6TdGpKQv8CNKpb_ZftbzOtkqW6qvg9gDzd5M1nCg7uqdesBdfQ46OQ0d1-ENHkY90N5tsu_iIViexYqH8nLcttyFJm/s1600/100_6564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKfM4b8yprWCLT0bQw6EizY6HgWA2YXQoM7BQvDJ89B_6TdGpKQv8CNKpb_ZftbzOtkqW6qvg9gDzd5M1nCg7uqdesBdfQ46OQ0d1-ENHkY90N5tsu_iIViexYqH8nLcttyFJm/s320/100_6564.JPG" /></a></div><li>Passed St Germain des Pres and Les Deux Magots (a famous cafe).</li>
<li>Visited the apartment of a dead designer chic -the area still had some cool galleries.</li>
<li>Toured the Pompidou Centre, starting on the upper floors and descending - we didn't finish. What was awesome was J's joy and delight at seeing the works he's been studying the last 4 years in the flesh. There was a painting titled Alice and several paintings by Dado that I found quite creepy.</li>
<li>We returned to the Duchess for dinner. A mistake. We'll stick to the memories of the first night.</li>
</ul>Aprillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16531377811028646693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525967.post-1867974276004040402011-08-19T12:20:00.000-05:002011-08-19T12:20:53.501-05:00Strange August part IILast Saturday, Dad called to let us know that Papa Musso (Mom's father) had passed away. He had been in intense pain for quite some time, with the past year being especially rough. A few weeks before, he had moved into a hospice home and it was there that he left us.<br />
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I remember Papa as a dabbler. He had several things going most of the time, it seemed. A veteran of the Merchant Marines during the war, he later served as Police Chief in Sodus Point and in a small North Carolina town. When I was growing up, he was Mayor of Sodus Point for some time. His property when I was little had a gas station/ shop that he rented out, and a building full of furniture that he brought up from NC to sell. He also sold used cars. My grandmother said essentially that anything he put his mind to, he could do. He could tinker with and fix many things.<br />
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I don't know enough about Papa's childhood. His parents sailed from Palermo, Sicily, after leaving their hometown of Realmonte, around the turn of the century, with their eldest daughter. They had a farm in the Sodus/ Sodus Point area. Papa at one time worked slaughtering turkeys & chickens, although that may have been at another farm. More recently, he was an avid gardener and I think about his garden each time I go out to tend my raised bed.<br />
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He had a mischievous spirit. He loved to pick on people and rile them up. This was exceptionally annoying and could seem mean growing up, but I look back on it with fondness for the spirit behind it. He had nicknames for Mom and his brother Robert that they hated. If he said something that made you mad or embarrassed, he'd then say "Ouch" repeatedly. <br />
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All in all, though, he loved us. He doted on Mom - he saw how super special she is and talked often about how important she was to him. He took good care of Grammie and watched out for her.<br />
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The memorial is tomorrow. His body was donated to science, a wish he had talked about since I was small. His spirit is beyond pain and at rest. Farewell, Papa. Love you - all the time.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF4WnGx7hCo-pkbTFJAQRq09sbBqscYJT2Qrmzd_MotYfXGvOjx_nSF7z3zBM40VrFRZhau0w6RMgaP9mq6IbLqiSEXpZvfrWKddZL_o6XSdhtpVr-0cZinFdXScwOS0uHYR0o/s1600/papagrammie_a%2526jwedding.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF4WnGx7hCo-pkbTFJAQRq09sbBqscYJT2Qrmzd_MotYfXGvOjx_nSF7z3zBM40VrFRZhau0w6RMgaP9mq6IbLqiSEXpZvfrWKddZL_o6XSdhtpVr-0cZinFdXScwOS0uHYR0o/s320/papagrammie_a%2526jwedding.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Aprillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16531377811028646693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525967.post-78265194060614606392011-08-15T18:53:00.000-05:002011-08-15T18:53:48.478-05:00Quick break from Paris - strange August part 1<br />
August has distracted me a bit from the Paris posts. I always try to approach the month with a stuck-on positive attitude, as my birthday month. But sometimes you get curve balls.<br />
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First, my parent's cat, Yellow (or Yeller), passed away. He was quite old - around 22? - and was in really rough shape, but he was such a sweetie. He never had a loud meow. He would purr if you spit at him, but he was uber-bashful of strangers. He sometimes ate bees. Most of all, he was a good buddy for Mom. Poor guy.<br />
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Then Mo got sick. He was puking a lot and acting quite funny. Murphy even noticed and was following him around, keeping careful watch. So we took him to the animal hospital. Turns out he had a fever so high he was risking organ damage. They kept him 2 nights. After getting his temp down, bloodwork showed high liver enzymes, so they did an ultrasound. He had an infection that was inflaming liver, gall bladder, and bile ducts. He's home now and back to normal. Murphy no longer thinks he smells like some alien-pseudo cat and the vet thinks Mo can go back to normal food and should be OK. Phew.Aprillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16531377811028646693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525967.post-16755997332833109592011-08-03T18:38:00.000-05:002011-08-03T18:38:04.821-05:00Paris together - The value of lingering - Day 2Oh, man, I thought I had more of a start on this. OK, here goes.<br />
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On our second day in Paris, we hit the Louvre. We didn't do the whole thing. The ancient Persian stuff and the sculpture court, over to the Roman, Greek, and Etruscan stuff. Down to the foundations. Up to the 16th/ 17th century European paintings (where Cranach is, whichever century he's in). Finally, the Egyptians.<br />
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One word of recommendation - do not do the Egyptian stuff last! We couldn't find our way out and we were tired and at least I was getting very cranky. There was an exit sign at the foot of a staircase pointing up. Get to the top of the stairs and there's an exit sign, pointing down. Gah!<br />
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J and I enjoyed capturing a different perspective on things you may have seemed used to seeing. At the Venus de Milo, for example, I focused close up, J focused on the crowd.<br />
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The cafe was run by <a href="http://www.virtualtourist.com/travel/Europe/France/Ile_de_France/Paris-99080/Restaurants-Paris-Angelina-BR-1.html">Angelina</a> - a swank cafe on the Rue de Rivoli. I started with a pamplemousse presse - fresh squeezed grapefruit juice that was soooo yummy. Then I got a dessert called simply "Fraises" or strawberries. It was a strawberry couli over custard with a bit of toasted brioche. Heaven!<br />
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After we finally escaped from the Egyptians, we left the Louvre and hit a carnival in the Tuileries gardens just in front of the museum. The Ferris wheel was big and gave us such awesome views of the city - nearly every landmark was in sight (with the exception being the Opera Bastille and it's crepe-y goodness). We had a blast posing & shooting pics, playing with zoom and Swampy and whatnot.<br />
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One thing that struck home that day was the value of lingering. In cafes, at meals, people watching, absorbing. Taking pleasure in the pause and soaking up whatever the city put in front of you during those moments. The small bites of food that accompanied these moments were so well done that they more than satisfied. Rather than hurrying to get to the next to-do or destination, to get out of where we were, we started to linger, to stay to absorb - and it was just as important to our vacation experience as the sights.<br />
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After crepes, we took a brief walk through a bit of the Marais to the Place des Vosges. The lawn was covered with people - singles, couples, families - in typical Parisian style and we sat on the fountain for a bit, enjoying where we were, watching some very chocolatey kids play in the dirt and water.<br />
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Next, we stopped at the Musee Carnavalet - a small, free museum that shows what the interior of the homes of the wealthy and royalty would have looked like around the time that Place des Vosges was built. <br />
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My notes for the day mention a puppy riding a suitcase. I vaguely remember seeing that, but it's <br />
not that interesting.Aprillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16531377811028646693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525967.post-12055535380690411812011-07-26T05:35:00.000-05:002011-07-26T05:35:09.730-05:00Paris together - Prelude, arrival, walkabout - Day 1Prelude:<br />
I noticed as we traveled to Paris that my anticipation differed greatly from my last visit. That business trip was straightforward. I had to go and the complications of getting there made the being there a bit "cardboard", average, run-of-the-mill, flat. As J and I waited in Chicago for our flight to Charles De Gaulle, it was quite different - an aura of mystery, fog, and uncertainty shrouded my perspective, my speculation on what we'd encounter. It was an adventure, a bit of renewed innocence...<br />
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Arrival:<br />
We arrived and I started kicking myself. The short walk on an afternoon when you're doing nothing else that I envisioned to the hotel turned out to be a supremely annoying haul with luggage after flying all night. We checked in to the hotel and I wavered back and forth, wondering if it would be good enough, wishing I had picked somewhere else simply because it was a little more unknown than expected.<br />
In reality, I did underestimate the walk. The hotel wasn't in a horrible area and the abundance of restaurants nearby was a boon for tired sight-seers who wanted to take the evenings a bit more easy. It was a small but cozy and quiet room and we enjoyed it. Sleep helped to ease the self-doubt.<br />
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Walkabout:<br />
We found a nice simple place for lunch just up the street from our hotel. J had a bolognese that was lovely and I had a plate of fresh roasted veggies drizzled in balsamic. Perfect. After a nap, we headed out for one spot on our list that I thought would not require a ton of brain power to process, Notre Dame.<br />
First we stopped at the bouquinistes - the booksellers along the Seine - our favorite stop for used books and funky postcards.<br />
Passing through Ile de la Cite, we were herded off of the street as a film crew got ready to shoot.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzRMRr26VASaTPWVt_XPVecQVyWRIPyVfqf5ReT8n3JGDVi7Bg0QkNLKT3Oo_JHdwPKCq7V3WTkn1k' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>We approached the cathedral from the rear, alongside the gardens. The bells were tolling. It was incredible. Every atom in the air vibrated with those great peals. It filled your soul, whatever your affiliation might be. As we photographed the gargoyles, I felt cleansed, engergized, and <a href="http://mediacreole.blogspot.com/2011/07/stories-and-paris.html">connected to the stories of the past</a>. Turning the corner at the front of the building we decided against touring the interior that day - the line stretched clear across the massive square at the front.<br />
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After J tried his first Parisian crepe (not THE crepes, those came later), we swung by the Hotel de Ville to the fountains near the Centre Pompidou. Lifting our eyes to the cathedral at the back of the fountains, we decided to explore. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNZsuZGIfBkdpkajloOMmrYY5wuC0S2sb4fuIjggb27rkKo2APJS9hIbWjvDntVAh_HrdhnMSwt9ea5YzPObTG-8TiKdsyQmHqfwc1NR6FJr4XQjGUL8qSqWmXIJNSkmAvejEV/s1600/100_6412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNZsuZGIfBkdpkajloOMmrYY5wuC0S2sb4fuIjggb27rkKo2APJS9hIbWjvDntVAh_HrdhnMSwt9ea5YzPObTG-8TiKdsyQmHqfwc1NR6FJr4XQjGUL8qSqWmXIJNSkmAvejEV/s320/100_6412.JPG" /></a></div><br />
St Merri's is a miniature Notre Dame in layout and design. Its bells are the oldest in the city, having survived the fire (but a bit tinny and not as powerful as those of the big sister). What I loved about St Merri was the modern art integrated into the super classical atmosphere.<br />
Dinner was at a brasserie near the hotel. Kinda' like an American bar & grill - a bit more attention to drinks than food. But it was Paris so still we smiled and our first day came to a close.Aprillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16531377811028646693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525967.post-38766907809138984862011-07-11T22:35:00.000-05:002011-07-11T22:35:44.816-05:00Spiders, tires, and thank yousIf you garden, you deal with bugs. I'm okay in most situations - if I don't have to touch the bug or if it's solitary/ non-swarming. Spiders make me jump because they bite me. And our garden gets big frickin' spiders.<br />
They've taken to covering the raspberries with webs. Which means, when enthusiastically picking all the good berries I can find under the leaves and within my reach, I have to touch the spider webs. Today I got really into it and was sticking my head under branches to find new clusters of juicy fruit. I'd emerge with some bit of the gossamer strands stuck somewhere, usually to my glasses. And it brought to mind the giant spiders of LOTR and other fantasy books. How big must the spiders be who lay such webs? Could it be that, while they may get by catching the beetles and bugs trying to get to the berries, their real target is a bespectacled human doing the same?<br />
*shudder*<br />
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Yesterday, I tried to pump up my bike tires. I pumped for forever. The tire was pretty flat, it's been a long time since I've been out. I made progress but still had a ways to go. My arms ached today.<br />
But I was determined to at least finish one tire tonight so that I can finally take the ride I've been wanting to.<br />
So I opened the garage, put the pump on the tire, and with 2 pumps it was done.<br />
Maybe I didn't have the pump connected right yesterday?<br />
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And so thank yous:<br />
- to the spiders who did not bite my face or crawl into my hair while I came so close to their webs<br />
- to the kind spirit who pumped up my tires in the closed garage during the night/ while I was at work.<br />
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A shift of perspective and the backyard is full of stories. ;-)<br />
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Nite all.Aprillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16531377811028646693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525967.post-35456417065715474822011-06-30T13:59:00.000-05:002011-06-30T13:59:56.867-05:0030 Days of Creativity - Day 30!Made it! Not only 30 days of creations but 30 days of posts!<br />
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Today I created: I love Garretts....<br />
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J then modified & improved it, Cupid style.<br />
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Today I created: a cucumber portrait<br />
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Today I created: a relative clear upper portion of my closet (the floor is another story).<br />
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Today I created: a shipwreck (origami).<br />
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Today WE created: Part 1 assembled of shelves made from old dresser drawers.<br />
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I'll do a fuller post - with pre and post pics so long as I can find the pre ones - once it's complete. But I'm very excited to have this up so I can decorate it when I get back. Plus, it frees up floor space so I can set the rowing machine again.<br />
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I like building things w J.Aprillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16531377811028646693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525967.post-35509844949924717152011-06-25T21:47:00.000-05:002011-06-25T21:47:34.838-05:00Busy and 30 Days of Creativity - Day 25Today we spent a lot of time cleaning the living room thoroughly, plus other housework. Tired.<br />
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Today I almost didn't create anything - I was tired. Progress is slow on big projects, especially those that require help from other people.<br />
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Today I created: 2 balls of plastic yarn from 3 colorful bags. <br />
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This will be used in a crochet project after the current one is finally successfully finished.<br />
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Book #9: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Absolute-Sandman-Vol-2/dp/140121083X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1309056129&sr=8-1"><em>Absolute Sandman - Volume 2</em></a> by Neil Gaiman. More goodness. I especially liked the long dream world sequence, although not when the friends died, especially the big furry one in NYC.Aprillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16531377811028646693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525967.post-56379346883128376112011-06-24T21:48:00.000-05:002011-06-24T21:48:43.874-05:00Focus shift and 30 Days of Creativity - Day 24I got a bunch done in the garden tonight, including gathering columbine seeds for people *cough*ljc*cough* who may be interested in them.<br />
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I did a bunch of puttering cleaning - I see results in all rooms, even though J may not.<br />
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Both of these are surprising given how absolutely beat I was most of today. Wow.<br />
But now I need to get ready for our vacation (more on that another time).<br />
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Today I created: 10 more rows. I'm at 26, and *fingers and toes crossed* and no signs of sloping yet. 26 out of 54.<br />
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