Showing posts from January, 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?

Seattle Randutiae


Little Free Neighborhood Libraries and Mossy Trees....

...near and in Ravenna Park, Seattle.

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.

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

Happy snowfall, everyone :)

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.

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 caus…