tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106946162011-11-29T10:40:41.680-08:00I came to explore the wreck.Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.comBlogger2181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-29253489482231505622011-11-29T10:40:00.001-08:002011-11-29T10:40:41.692-08:00

Hello, doll-face. I am not really blogging over here any more; when I blog, it's at http://dailyskirt.blogspot.com/. Come on by. That's where I discuss my boobs, and who doesn't love that?

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Welcome to National Blog Posting Month, or as originator Eden calls it, NaBloMe. Since posting's been so erratic here these days, I thought I would use NaBloMe to update you on the things I've made over the last 3months. (There are 2 exceptions - a print shirt and a rain jacket, neither of which have been shown here before). First up, an aubergine wool jacket (M5145) that I made a few weeks back

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Really wrong, like hurting a friend? How do you climb back up out of it? Especially when you're in high school? That's something I've been wrangling with lately because I am writing a story about it.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

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http://rpattzadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/twenty-three.htmlI'm dying. This is awesome.

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This one took a lot out of me. And I wish I could say I love the book; I don't. But at least I finished.

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So I'm a day or so behind with my NaNo'ing, and after writing about 2500 words this morning - in a huge funk because in the 12,000 words I have written thus far, no one has left the cafe, all they're doing is sitting around talking and flirting and fighting and discovering that one of their number actually speaks in code, and another of their number is an asshole and Needs To Go --- but no one

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The Bund in Shanghai (above) Shanghai street scene Shanghai market The Huangpu River in Shanghai The Huangpu again, shot from my hotel room, which was awesome Above is my favorite shot from Shanghai - I love the contrast between sharp and blurred.Victoria Harbour in Hong Kong The view from the peak tram in Hong Kong - it's a long way down, and that's just the first level. The view from the cab

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and all I brought back was this lousy case of SARS.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,

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The view from the breakfast room at my hotel: 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

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I've been running around like crazy, getting ready for a spur-of-the-moment business trip to Parts Afar. This entailed flying my ass down to San Francisco late Monday to get a visa to Foreign Parts, and then dashing around having things translated and printed and packed. At times my head felt full of cotton.But now I am ensconed in the comfort of the Northwest Airlines lounge in, of all places,

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http://www.nanowrimo.org

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For 5 days, that insanely peppy Jason Mraz song was stuck in my head. It was like my brain just kept hitting Replay, no matter what I did. I listened to the song on iTunes to show my brain that the song stops. I told my husband about it, hoping to transfer the ear worm, but he's never heard the song. (Which I would link to, but I'm too afraid it'll come back.)I visualized. I listened to other

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12 weeks ago I started that damn program. I've lost close to 20 pounds and found that I have a real intolerance for chatting with personal trainers at 7 a.m., no matter how nice the PT is, and that I also have a real stubborn streak about answering personal questions from nutrionists.I can't say I would do it again, though. Despite the program's promises (reduce your stress! be happier!), I've

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Whoever we elect president, can it be someone who pronounces the name of the capital without putting an R in it?Honestly, Warshington? WTF?

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So my personal trainer does this thing where, whenever he's near a mirror, he checks out his arms. Except he probably thinks of them as "guns." That's OK, I also think of them as guns, although I don't spend nearly as much time checking them out as he does.It's caused me to react the opposite: I don't look in the mirror at the gym if I can at all avoid it. Why would I look? It's me, that's me,

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Riddle me this: is it self-destructive to eat a pint of chocolate Haagendaz on the hottest day of the year, approximately 10 minutes before your period starts? Because a couple weeks ago, I found myself in just that spot. When I mentioned this at the program's goofy group therapy meeting, one of my cohorts gasped and said it was. ?It's ice cream, not heroin. For God's sake, it's even got calcium

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Vodka is clear. Why the fuck does it have calories? That's wrong on so many levels.You know the thing I hate most about this program? It seems intent on stripping you of your dignity. I can handle the personal trainer and the nutrionist - that's why I signed up, to have my health in the hands of professionals. What I can't handle is the requirement that you attend a group therapy session each

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This has not been a good week.Last week, the scale did not move. This week, it showed a loss of one pound. ONE. This after running 10-minute miles on the treadmill (and a full-on 45 minute run with stairs!), and following the diet pretty closely.When I stood on the scale in the nutritionist's office, I just completely lost my shit. I was crying, I was angry, I was a gale-force wind of blame and

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O pizza, o Twinkies, o barbecue sauce: you will have to wait just a little while longer (THREE MONTHS THREE GODDAMN MONTHS) until we can reconvene.I am on the program. There has not been blogging because, despite my abuse of the Caps Lock key above, the program has been fine. There has been much working out and eating of lean protein and vegetables and fruit. There was rejoicing in the land last

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Where have I been? Trying not to breathe on the bus home from work while a foul-smelling 25-year-old plugs himself into his iPod next to me, that's where. Feverishly sewing pareos, none of which made it onto DailySkirt. And paying strangers to rub me.That's right, you heard me. A land where you can drop by your gym for a massage on the spur? That land is America. Let freedom ring.Today I start an

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I ordered some moisturizer from Sephora the other day, and in the box when it arrived was a sample of perfume - Kenzo Amour, some floral musky thing. I thought, "Hmm, nice," and decided to try it out. The cap on the little sample tube thing was stuck, though, so I pulled hard and ended up spraying myself in the face with Kenzo Amour. Now I smell like a professional.In other news, my friend Jen

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In between working for Company A and The Mothership, I headed down south for a couple days to see Molly and meet Maggie and then cruise around the desert with my husband.My life: awesome.So I inflicted myself on Molly and Jon (Molly's the gorgeous blonde in the photos below), and we camped out at a friend's place in Big Sur. Most of the photos below were taken there.From there, we road-tripped to

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Eh, blog schmog, I've been too busy getting a tan and screwing around at work. Over the last month, I went to Maui, quit my job, and laughed with evil glee as my husband quit his job. I've been lazing around with him and the dog ever since. There has been no writing. No sewing. No running. But there has been a lot of reading, goofing off, and a number of DVD and iTunes purchases. Ah, credit. In

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Is this not thoroughly adorable? I made it.

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To cut to the chase, a couple years ago, two people I thought were friends snubbed me. It hurt, a lot. So last fall, at a party, I returned the favor.I cringe that I am admitting this at all, it seems so ridiculous now - but it looks like I may be working with one of these people again, and frankly, it's past time to mend the rift.So I am wondering how to crawl back up from that pit, to make

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Hey folks! Three items of business first: there is much more sewing goodness to be had at my sewing blog - DailySkirt.blogspot.com, including a run-down of the lost weekend I just had with five yards of linen and a busy husband.Second, the pattern for that dress below was KwikSew 3576, and the next time I make that pattern, I'm sewing in far bigger darts, and using a square neck instead of a

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So this morning I finished this dress: It took a dog's age to sew because a) interfacings still confuse me - sewing should be a mandatory part of any college-level physics class - and b) because once again, my curvy body has stumped modern patterns. The hips fit fine; the waist was baggy. I must have taken in a full three inches around the side seams and the bust darts before it would fit.Of

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OK, so work's been shit, and I can't talk about it lest I lose the job I am trying to... well, lose.But there's a new post over at Daily Skirt.And if you're looking for something good to read, well, have you bought Eileen's book Unpredictable yet? It's gorgeous and fun, and it is also in stores under the original name (In The Stars), so if you haven't yet, off you go!

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We have this fascination with the voice of the Washington Beef Council's spokesman, Sam Elliott. And maybe he's the National Beef Council's spokesman - whatever. The thing is, he has this great, hilarious deep Western voice and he's always saying unlikely things like "Steak Diane" where "Diane" lasts a full 5 seconds.C, my husband, can imitate this voice perfectly. The other night, after I made

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My friend Eileen wrote it (Eileen of the Skirt #15: The Eileen). Here's the link: http://www.amazon.com/Unpredictable-Eileen-Cook/dp/042521396X/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1201551718&sr=1-1Yep, that's right, my friend wrote a kick-ass novel about a girl who fakes being a psychic to get her ex back, and winds up finding love in the most unexpected of places. Aptly titled, Unpredictable is

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Poking around the Interwebs today looking for someone to give me money just for being me, I found several interesting grants for writers, among them:Journalism grants, including investigative journalism (like say you're writing a book) http://newswise.com/resources/j_grantsThe Fine Arts and Writing Center in Provincetown has a 7-month fellowship that sounds amazing: http://www.fawc.org/winter/

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Have you seen the movie "Stardust"? I want to hump Neil Gaiman's leg.

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First, check out the new skirt in all its glory at The Daily Skirt.Next, the impending doom. There's a reorg brewing at work and people are being their worst selves. Then there's this root canal thing in two weeks, and last Tuesday, I slept on the living room floor for eight hours. During the day. Which can't be normal, can it?And then last night our furnace quit! It is currently 53 degrees in

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Dudes, I am having root canal in two weeks. The endodontist gave me the bad news, said "Teeth are a mystery," and then prescribed some Valium because I am not the most pleasant person on earth when people are jamming sharp things in my mouth.I can't help it. I'm not the most relaxed person as it is; when you lie me down and ask me to open my trap for an hour or two so things can be put in there

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Here are two new paintings I've been working on lately, in between making skirts. (Incidentally, tune in to the Daily Skirt tomorrow for a departure from Skirtopia.)1. Truth as a Construct is a little (12" by 12") mixed-media I just did today. It's about PR, actually; about how we work so hard to construct the "right" message that it becomes an orchestration of words.2. Construction of Self is a

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So I've been cheating on you with another blog. I know, I know, and I'm sorry. But I couldn't resist. I give you The Daily Skirt, a sometime chronicling of my love affair with my sewing machine.So far, I've got 8 skirts up there; next, look for misshapen pajama tops that will, with any luck, gradually turn into shirts I might wear out of doors. Hey, you never know, it could work.

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but maybe I don't. Skirt Madness abated a bit over the Christmas holidays, although I foresee another couple skirts making their way into the world over the next few days. I'm getting faster, if not better.In other news, I woke up irritated today, even though the last several days have been quiet and happy and nice. Don't you hate that? You're just living your life and boom! Irritated for no

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During SkirtFest, C and I got to dog-sit for his folks. Her name is Kay. Isn't she adorable?We decided to dognap her, and sent this photo to her owners with a demand for 1 million euros in unmarked... euros for her release.They wrote back that we should keep her for another month and then tell them how much we wanted for her. So we gave it up as a bad deal and I continued making skirts. Turns

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They're Frankenstein skirts, but skirts they are. They have darts and facings and lots and lots of loose threads. You don't want to see the seams.This is a photo of me wearing the skirt, or rather of my midsection reflected in our filthy bathroom mirror. I made it from upholstery fabric. There's a joke somewhere in there about my ass, but I am too late for work to make it.Also? The ribbon on the

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Those aren't actually polka dots, you know. They're periods.OK, well, some of them are ellipses.

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Skirts have been made. There will be more. In fact there would be a photo of the skirt I'm wearing right now if Blogger would just cooperate. It let me get three or four photos in and then cut me off like a bartender at 2 a.m. And I'm late for work, too. Work has been bad this week, bad and dysfunctional and unsettling, and I am ready for everyone to go away for the holidays. The bluebirds, they

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http://stroppybrunette.wordpress.com/ Go check it out! Rachel's the fabbest. She makes me wish I lived in Yorkshire. Well, many things make me wish I lived in Yorkshire, but she's first among them.

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Some days, I look around and wonder what fairy godmother gifted me with this life, this husband, this dog, this me. I mean, sure, there are lots of other days when I'm snotty and half-crazed, and frankly this time last year I was heading into a dark hole.But today was one of those blessed days, one of those days where I could see outside myself, see how lucky I am for my life. Blessed is the word

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You've seen the chairs. Now, the aftermath: the annual neighborhood progressive party.First there was the decorating. Many tiny Santas were distributed about the house. Look at them: they're massing. This can't be good. In fact, I think they are plotting against us. Green things were draped over everything that was nailed down. This was mostly to slow down the Santas, who are known for scaling

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I would have started that post below with something like "It all started because of the bathroom curtain."Or possibly, "I blame Heather."Oh well. I have 40 people coming over for dessert tonight. I have to bake.

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-62598483734300685172007-12-07T09:21:00.000-08:002007-12-07T11:52:48.530-08:00

This is one of my dining-room chairs. That grey stuff in the seat? Horsehair. Notice how it picks up the dirt in the rug. Now that's coordinated decor.These chairs, and the table that goes with them, are family heirlooms. Mom gave them to me in 1996 and made me swear on my life to protect them*, in a scene not unlike that one from Fellowship of the Ring where Frodo's just, you know, doing some

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There has been some baking lately, my friends. My ass is once again threatening to burst free from its trappings and shake the world into earthquakes. But oh, how good it is to bake.Baking something for someone you love just feels good at the bone level. You know you're introducing something sweet into their lives. How could baking ever be bad?Well, ask my blood sugar levels.This all started with

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-71800283549075191232007-12-02T21:00:00.001-08:002007-12-02T21:02:15.001-08:00

I suppose it is about time for a check-up...

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Watch out, babies, because I am cast-free! For the last month I've been stumping around with a walking cast on my left leg, thanks to a tear in my Achilles. But not no mo': yesterday the doc sprung me on an unsuspecting world. With my new and improved mobility, I plan to knock over a series of 7-11s. Join me?

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-73305481885712931282007-11-23T10:35:00.001-08:002007-11-26T07:28:32.999-08:00

Anyone who's ever struggled to put in wireless, go read this now.

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Via Schmutzie.

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-30575767255343938922007-11-20T09:44:00.000-08:002007-11-20T09:50:28.944-08:00

I'm looking for reincarnation stories - either old, strange memories you have, or books you've read or movies you've seen that deal with the idea of reincarnation. Any suggestions?On a whim last weekend, I picked up Old Souls by Tom Shroder, a journalist whose initial skepticism gives way to belief when he follows Dr. Ian Stevenson around Lebanon and India, investigating claims that very young

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-60029966197082409192007-11-13T14:38:00.000-08:002007-11-13T14:48:54.177-08:00

So this afternoon I'm idly surfing around, killing time until I can go home, and I happen across a coworker's blog. Before I know it, I have an enormous crush on this guy - and why? Because he used the word gestalt. This guy's a software architect and a total smarty-pants, of course. Most guys in his line of work don't seem to care too much about pansy shit like spelling, but he just devoted an

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-45227910970397878222007-11-11T19:51:00.000-08:002007-11-11T20:01:35.389-08:00

I've been firing away at people for two days now, which is always fun. (Do note the sarcasm.) Here's what happens: Someone makes a statement online that's ambiguous. If that someone is someone I don't trust - which includes everyone on the planet because I am the most suspicious person I know - I take it the wrong way, and then start firing salvos.There's no excuse. It's just the glory of me. I

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-60984625779254123472007-11-10T10:48:00.000-08:002007-11-10T10:49:48.831-08:00

I made Jenny's blog.

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Harlan Ellison on the writer's strike (which I support):Found via Unknown Screenwriter - thanks, Unk!

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http://bootstrap-productions.blogspot.com/2007/11/knit-baby-hat-you-slacker.htmlMaggie's one of my favorite bloggers. If you knit, maybe consider knitting a cute, cheerful little cap for a baby in Afghanistan. Afghan babies in little knitted caps! Could anything be cuter? Bonus: karmically beneficial!

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-70438499144533528062007-11-05T09:46:00.000-08:002007-11-05T11:30:46.915-08:00

This last weekend, C and I flew down to San Diego to watch one of our favorite people graduate from Marine Boot Camp. His name's Mike, and he's 19.He's very tall, much taller than he was when he was 7, when C met him. They were paired up in the Big Brothers program, and Mike came to count on C to be a steady, constant presence in his life, which could be chaotic. And then I married in, and I came

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-4279799910902596052007-10-31T12:33:00.000-07:002007-10-31T12:44:44.726-07:00

This is an exercise I wrote a few weeks back. I'm posting it here with Carrie's permission.Carrie is one of those lifelong friends you can say anything to, anything at all. She loves me even when I'm my worst self (amazing in itself), and our friendship is one of those where, no matter how much time it's been in between phone calls or emails, you just snap right back into it - even when it's been

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-68675898718606307372007-10-30T11:17:00.000-07:002007-10-30T11:18:39.879-07:00

If I have a bruise above my browIt is because I spentmy morningbeatingmy headagainst a wall.

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-16449193000834346982007-10-29T17:19:00.000-07:002007-10-29T17:25:25.737-07:00

I posted this exercise in an online writing class I'm in, and all the women in the class (admittedly, there are only 5 of us out of 10 students) chimed in to say they loved it, and what a sleazeball, and they could see it coming a mile away, etc etc etc. It's a girlfest of "Me too!"The men are being uncharacteristically quiet. Hee hee. Take a hint, fellas. Headphones mean back off.Here it is:I’ve

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-77906404180800371812007-10-29T10:40:00.001-07:002007-10-29T10:53:02.954-07:00

My mother was here this weekend. The sun shone the entire time; the dog was charming, my stove cooperated, and the leaves were brilliant, everywhere we turned.In fact, everything we touched or saw or smelled seemed more vivid, better, funnier, the whole weekend long. Just another perfect, charmed October weekend; another jewel-box of memories for us both.Mom made rum cake and mashed potatoes and

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-72768436800316408222007-10-25T14:52:00.000-07:002007-10-25T15:00:49.119-07:00

I just dropped a bucket of cash at Cost Plus World Market in honor of my mother's impending visit. What did I spend it on? Well! Let's see.1. Cranberry silk duiponi sheers for front room. Hey, they were on sale. This was the original reason for going in: they're lightweight, they're cheap, they go with the rug.2. Because that's not enough, a soft cranberry throw, not on sale.3. The most adorable

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-71774741492521142122007-10-25T09:53:00.000-07:002007-10-25T10:36:42.176-07:00

Check out today's horoscope:You are on the edge of something big, even if you don't yet know where it will lead. You'll need to have faith and take the leap into the unknown, for you must initiate any change that will happen now. Remember, there's no need to hang onto your old goals if they no longer have as much significance anymore.God, I love Tarot.com. Truth be told, I've been trying to

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-2802307827160659472007-10-23T19:43:00.000-07:002007-10-24T10:00:55.652-07:00

We present this short break in my lifelong series of neuroses to give you this news flash: this morning I realized that a lot of people really dig me. And rightly so.Here's my horoscope for today, the day before my 38th birthday:The Sun enters your birth sign today to mark the beginning of your astrological month. It's time for you to review the previous year and think about the upcoming one. You

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-53908250386183097972007-10-22T19:02:00.000-07:002007-10-22T19:21:23.434-07:00

My friend Ellen just wrote, "I have never felt so carefree, so lighthearted, so joyful, so loved, so consumed with hilarity, so exactly where I wanted to be. Fabulous."She was writing about the tiny writer's conference/retreat a bunch of us went to, and as usual, she nailed it.I was lucky enough to be in the company of women I respect, admire, and in some cases truly love, for five whole days. I

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Collaged the buildings, built the hills and sky out of layered wax. I love how vibrant it turned out. When you see the painting in person, the buildings have this sort of misty glossy look to them that's really appealing.

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What is with me lately? I can't get up a head of steam here. I write posts and my voice comes out all wrong, either lead-heavy or off the beat. It's funky, and not in a good way.But that's about to change, mi amigos. I'm heading off to Ohio to spend a week in the company of some of my favorite people, although some of them can't come, which makes me cranky and irritable. Why can't you people just

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-70695009540707656082007-10-10T17:01:00.000-07:002007-10-10T17:11:09.782-07:00

The woman is about 5'4, slight build, 50ish with silver-white hair in a tidy bob. It's still damp from the shower. She is dressed entirely in black: black riding breeches, shiny black equestrian boots with a two-inch heel, worn, quilted black jacket. Her accent is American but polished, and she is carrying a designer bag. Small gold drop pearl earrings and chunky tortoiseshell glasses. Also

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-80006025734756315512007-10-10T16:42:00.000-07:002007-10-10T16:57:59.797-07:00

Here's some recent work - the one above is called Foundering, and the next few shots are details from it. I painted it thinking about a couple friendships that are currently on the rocks, in my circle. The colors are more vibrant than these pictures suggest, and there's a lot more texture than my crappy Instamatic camera captured. This one above looks like souls, to me. People who've been washed

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-46003946174001134802007-10-03T12:06:00.001-07:002007-10-03T13:14:09.876-07:00

Jenny started this a while ago by posting photos of her office, pre-cleaning. I've cleaned mine because October is the month of Family Visits, and no one in either my family or C's needs to know just what a packrat I am.On the other hand, the fact that I consider this "clean" may tip them off.My office, and yes, those are 8-foot curly willow branches on either side of my desk:You can't quite see

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-62308217844533819062007-10-01T17:11:00.000-07:002007-10-01T17:16:51.420-07:00

Babka is my latest obsession, thanks to Deb. It's the heroin of the baked-goods set, all swirly and dark and dense, like your richest fantasies come to life. Yeah, that fantasy. I mean, if that's not bondage on a plate, I don't know what it is.But know this, lest ye follow me down the path of chocolate sinfulness: babka kills, my friend, and it does not leave a pretty corpse behind.

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-12587835516329125452007-09-30T17:34:00.000-07:002007-09-30T17:35:19.676-07:00

People are actually reading this. I suppose I should try to be coherent when I rage against the Seattle Public Library.

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I mean, aside from the fact that it looks like something Picasso barfed up and then flushed. Aside from the whole blight-on-the-landscape thing. I mean, look at it. It's not all bad. After some soul-searching, I've come to appreciate the inside of it. It's bright and airy, with great views of downtown blocks and lots of interesting internal vistas. But it's also cold. It's as gray as the wettest,

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http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2007410746,00.html Stolen from Mimi Smartypants.I promise I will write a real post one of these days. I feel strangely under water. I woke up last night seeing a white light coming from the back of my head, and the light made me think unreasonable things, like maybe the second glass of wine last night was a glass too many. WTF? Talk about night terrors.

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-58443068615504026052007-09-21T06:53:00.001-07:002007-09-21T06:54:11.040-07:00

This link courtesy of the lovely and talented Ellen: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zo1XFz0kac0It's like watching me when I'm trying to revise. A shark! A pebble! The mailman! Yeah, that's it! Except not.

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Yesterday I made Martha Stewart's chocolate babka -- mmmm, babka -- recipe, which Deb vetted over on her site. Being a fiend for any kind of dough, I of course had some before baking it, and the rest of the day I kept having these little yeasty burps. The finished product was amazing, well worth the 5 hours it took to make the damn thing.In other news, this morning when my alarm went off, I was

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Via Heidi's and Inkgrrl's blogs, I give you this tarot-card test: http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarotAs it turns out, I am the moon. I am also a complete nutjob when you get a couple gimlets in me. More on that after the moon thing:You are The MoonHope, expectation, bright promises.The Moon is a card of magic and mystery -when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-15179808406851112452007-09-07T09:59:00.001-07:002007-09-07T10:00:38.479-07:00

For someone who loves her voice, I'm certainly not using it a whole lot these days, am I? I blame the end of summer. Seattle's pulling out all the stops this time around: gorgeous bright blue 70-degree days, every garden center in town is having a sale, and there's nothing better than sitting out on the front porch watching the world go by. Gimlet in hand.

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-41414553364157278102007-09-04T13:54:00.000-07:002007-09-04T14:02:06.893-07:00

I used to sculpt a lot, mostly in clay, but I also did some metal sculpture, which was a kick in the ass, let me tell you. You want to have fun with $5 or less, hit up a junk store and assemble yerself a may-un in the form of gears and pulleys and nice hard rods. The superglue even gives you a nice little high.But I digress.While we were in SF, we went to the Museum of Modern Art, mostly to see

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-7596883043037888392007-09-04T08:09:00.000-07:002007-09-04T08:48:59.508-07:00

I was briefly there, and less briefly here: Which is near where I took this shot, of which I am quite proud:And now I am back, doing this:Oh hell. I have no photo of my desk, and C has hidden the camera. Possibly because I take photos like this: Speaking of C: On our vacation, I left my purse in a Hawaiian barbecue joint and didn't discover it until we were 68 miles down the road and checked into

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-50233918199739889272007-08-22T14:43:00.001-07:002007-08-22T14:45:06.712-07:00

Trying to post this a second time, since Blogger doesn't seem to be cooperating today.____________________Something I read on another blog made me remember this character sketch I wrote about Poseidon last spring. I've since put the book aside, but I really love this, so I thought I'd share.Poseidon has been in love with Demeter for thousands of years. Thousands. When he makes the seas storm, it’

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Something I read on another blog made me remember this character sketch I wrote about Poseidon last spring. I've since put the book aside, but I really love this, so I thought I'd share.Poseidon has been in love with Demeter for thousands of years. Thousands. When he makes the seas storm, it’s to drive water to her crops. When he makes the kelp bloom in bulbous clumps along the shore, he’s

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-6515392113909432092007-08-19T11:06:00.000-07:002007-08-19T11:21:05.695-07:00

So last week, in a fit of industry, I knitted two scarves and put racing stripes in my new jeans. Yesterday morning I woke up and could not move my neck without excruciating pain. Diagnosis? Knittery-induced neck pain! O the humanity! I love the blue scarf, but as it turns out, it's itchy. The pavement-colored one is mohair. It turned out pleasantly nubbly, no?Racing stripe: it's a good thing (TM

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Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: the gimlet. The half and half version, thank you very much: half Tanqueray, half key lime juice, poured over a few obliging ice cubes in a thick rustic lowball. Simplicity itself, and the perfect way to usher in an August weekend.

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-44570772724182634262007-08-16T21:49:00.000-07:002007-08-16T21:57:35.181-07:00

Old Navy's 3 new fits for jeans. Anyone seen the commercial? Three women, all size 0, tramping around in totally skin-tight jeans. No discernable difference other than one is called Diva, one is called Sweetheart, and one is called Flirt. They all look like a yeast infection waiting to happen.Are we not past this yet? Is Old Navy not providing an Oldster fit? Is there nothing out there for the

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If this fall my clothing is actually coordinated, you will have Boden to blame. I fell in love with a little pea-green velvet jacket in their fall catalog, and that was my downfall. Several bushels of dollars later, many many little blue packages are wending their way toward me, and UK sizing or not, I'm in love.

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I loved Danica McKellar on Wonder Years and West Wing, and I loved her even more when I found out she's a total brainiac. Now she can add author to her resume -- she's just published a book for middle-schoolers called Math Doesn't Suck.I loved math in middle school; it was so clean and neat, and since I was good at it, I got to tutor the cute guy behind me whenever he was stuck. Things were

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-1348943831452718752007-08-11T11:39:00.000-07:002007-08-11T11:40:48.541-07:00

Hey, screenwriters - I just stumbled on HerHollywood.com, a site with daily film industry news and tons of resources for people who want to break into the TV/film industry. Dig it!

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uuuuuggggghhhhhWhat can I say? It's been itchapalooza for a couple days here. I've mostly been slathering myself with ointment, popping antihistamines like breath mints, and trying not to scratch.All of which has put me in a terrible mood, all cranky with none of the fun. I used to be amusing when I was cranky, didn't I? Way back in the day? No more.On the bright side, the outlines are done and

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-37235485392540398312007-08-05T10:51:00.001-07:002007-08-05T14:05:36.486-07:00

OK, so here's the deal: I have this mysterious rash. No! Really! The dermatologist even biopsied it, in three places.Last time this happened, three years ago, it was a bug-bitey thing that quickly spread to my entire body. Why I didn't end up covered in scales, I will never know. The Nazi dermatologist I went to then had me do a patch test and gave me prednisone, which made me crazy but stopped

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I mean, I've lost like 10 pounds and yet this morning saw me dash out in a hail-mary for doughnuts. I am talking the talk but waddling the walk.Honest to God, at some point I will post something here worth reading. Remember the glory days? Summer of 2003? All of 2004? When I was all type type type, merrily gasbagging my way through the blogosphere?Then I decided to get serious about writing

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-27403866285176286022007-07-10T12:10:00.000-07:002007-07-10T12:11:31.466-07:00

Have you looked at her arms lately? She looks like a pre-op tranny. What gives?

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-69722342691449518632007-07-03T12:52:00.001-07:002007-07-03T12:55:01.213-07:00

http://www.patriciagaffney.com/blog/Also: Is there anyone else out there who won't be flying the flag tomorrow? After Bush's commuting Scooter Libby's sentence--basically saying, hey, if you're on our side, treason's not so bad!--I am ashamed of our country.I certainly don't feel like wrapping my ass in the flag like it was a sarong, which was how I used to spend the Fourth of July--shaking it

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-29039616144703964132007-06-27T09:59:00.000-07:002007-06-27T10:03:07.633-07:00

Last night I got home, grabbed my book and the dog, and hotfooted it outside to the Adirondack chairs to relax a little before making dinner. But before long, I started to hear cawing - a lot of cawing. I looked up and saw at least 20 crows circling to the west, a couple houses over.So I walked out to the street and down a little, and there were no fewer than 50 crows, all flying around these two

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-74884079045940865192007-06-21T08:01:00.000-07:002007-06-21T08:31:19.416-07:00

Fooling around with image transfer. These two are called Block: Year of the Black Dog.

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-11962468456536765322007-06-18T10:08:00.000-07:002007-06-18T10:13:23.750-07:00

Heather is clearly good for me. We got together for coffee yesterday and then headed back to my place, where I sat her down in a chair and said LOOK AT THIS! NO THIS! NO THIS! like we were in the first grade and I was holding court at Show and Tell.She put up with it incredibly graciously and then slipped out when I wasn't looking.But I digress. After she left, I channeled all that nutso girl

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-11266549080528901832007-06-15T17:18:00.001-07:002007-06-15T17:23:51.269-07:00

Scooters make people happy. This is Lang; she's the gorgeous blonde. Isn't she pretty? Shouldn't she have a scooter?Not to mention a bitchin' armored scooter jacket. Because who doesn't need a little armor now and again?

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