Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Tuesday, November 01, 2011
First up, an aubergine wool jacket (M5145) that I made a few weeks back. I can't get enough of the buttons. I used a turquoise lining that I didn't use for the rodeo queen jacket of 2010, and you know? It's still too damn bright for this jacket. But it was cut and ready to go, so there you have it.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
I am also reading a story about it. And that story is putting my own story to shame. Eileen Cook has written the book What Would Emma Do and I started reading it last night and have barely stopped since.
She takes a horrible situation and treats it with humor and a cockeyed kind of dignity, and you know, if she were not also a beautiful human being, I would have to hate her. As it is, I just stand back and shake my head in admiration. But only for a minute or two, because I am hooked on this book and have to get back to reading it.
I am not the only one, either. Not only did Meg Cabot - mega-bestselling author - blurb the thing, but she chose it as one of her Christmas book picks.
If all that doesn't convince you, just look at this cover.
Is this not the funniest damn cover you have ever seen? With the girl stepping on the guy's foot? And them totally going at it in the bushes? I love it. I want to frame it, and it's not even my book. DAMN IT. EILEEN ALWAYS DOES EVERYTHING BETTER.
Including this book.
Go buy the book, friends. Trust me on this.
Friday, December 19, 2008
I'm dying. This is awesome.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 08, 2008
so. There I am, in a funk even though the sun has broken through the crazy stormy weather here in Seattle, when I pop over to Maggie's blog and get what I always get when I go there: an instant shot in the arm.
Not to mention some really good writing advice: give people a past, with meaty scary irrevocable trajectories that are about midway through when the book starts.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Monday, November 03, 2008
HK and Shanghai shots
A longer view of the HK skyline, but this maybe gets 25-30% of it in frame. HK: Built on mountainsides, skyscraper canyons that run for miles.
Monday, October 20, 2008
I went to Asia
Just kidding. (Although no one laughs. What, SARS jokes aren't funny any more?) Have spent the last week coughing and moaning and clutching my sad sore throat, in between thrashing about fitfully while "asleep," mainly because each night I dream that I am still on the plane home from China.
Of course, I'm awake enough to realize that I'm naked, and asleep enough to think I'm sitting in between my boss and her boss, with whom I made the trip. This makes for some horribly disorienting moments at 2, 3, 4 a.m. Thankfully, that has started to taper off. More photos when I get a chance.
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Breakfast in Hong Kong
I ordered pancakes. I thought they would be larger than silver dollars.
Morning commute in Hong Kong: Every bit as bad as 520 across Lake Washington, although with more bamboo and less BMWs.
To get to Hong Kong from Kowloon, you travel under the water. UNDER. THE. WATER. These are things that make one consider the differences between U.S. standards of construction and Chinese standards of construction.
But the view of Hong Kong in the distance - that's about 1/4 of the HK skyline - makes things considerably easier to take. HK itself is canyons of skyscrapers.
Victoria Harbour. There were plenty of modern boats, but there were also many many little wooden fishing boats too - like motorized junks, with old tires around the sides of the boats to keep them from smashing into one another. Mostly they just bounce off one another. Kowloon in the distance.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Lazy-ass blogger alert
But now I am ensconed in the comfort of the Northwest Airlines lounge in, of all places, Portland, Ore. Do you know they will give you free drinks here? And cheese and crackers? It's like they read my mind. I love traveling, I love the entire getting-on-a-plane gestalt.
But it unsettles me, too. For years I've thought, "When I'm on the plane, I'll use the entire time to write," but when I click that seatbelt shut, I'm in a different world. It's not a creating world; it's a looking out the window, accepting any beverage that comes my way, reclining kind of world. Cotton-brained. I am floating, in more ways than one. Plane time is rarely productive time for me, and I like it like that.
Anyway, posting may be scarce for the next 10 days; we'll just have to see whether Foreign Parts will let me blog.
Friday, September 26, 2008
I love November
Monday, September 22, 2008
I kicked Jason Mraz's ass
I visualized. I listened to other music. I sat down and had a very stern talk with my brain. Nothing worked.
Nothing, that is, until I started screaming NO! in my head every time I heard the chorus. Now, my brain is afraid of me, but I slept the sleep of the innocent last night.