Daily Diversion #127: Packing My Babies

I had to do it, eventually.

I am just getting started.

I am just getting started. The books in the middle box look like they have hatched an escape plan.

I hate packing my books. Even though I am just getting started, my studio already seems bereft of a certain energy.

“A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog’s ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins.”-Charles Lamb, Last Essays of Elia, 1833.

Marilyn, waiting on line.

Marilyn, waiting her turn.

Daily Diversion #126: Sometimes I Get to Do Awesome Things!

One of my writing specialties is silent cinema. It’s actually one of the great loves of my life, and so is Buster Keaton. Last night, The Chef and I had the rare treat of seeing Steamboat Bill, Jr. (1928) on the big screen. The show was held in the ballroom of the stunning Cincinnati Music Hall. Clark Wilson provided musical accompaniment on the Hall’s restored “The  Mighty Wurlitzer”. This is my favourite Keaton production. I have watched it at least 20 times, but always in the privacy of my home. The joy of experiencing a silent movie whilst surrounded by hundreds of spontaneously laughing people seeing it for the first time is energetic and awe-inspiring. Buster, who made his film debut 96 years ago, would certainly be proud and humbled. It was a wonderful evening to be a cinema buff and writer.

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“The first thing I did in the studio was to want to tear that camera to pieces. I had to know how that film got into the cutting room, what you did to it in there, how you projected it, how you finally got the picture together, how you made things match. The technical part of pictures is what interested me. Material was the last thing in the world I thought about. You only had to turn me loose on the set and I’d have material in two minutes, because I’d been doing it all my life.”-Buster Keaton

Daily Diversion #125: Here Are Some Cute Photos of My Dogs to Look at Whilst I Work Against a Deadline

Deadline. Deadline. Deadline.

Since I’m up against one, I will be playing hooky from the blog today. But,

only after I leave you with a quote and a few photos of my beloved dogs.

“The writers greed is appalling. He wants, or seems to want, everything and practically everybody, in another sense, and at the same time, he needs no one at all.”-James Baldwin

I will always need you darlings, but I have to run off to write a review. Until tomorrow, then.

This is how

This is how

my babies

my babies

really sleep.

really sleep.

Daily Diversion #123: Baking, Not Crying/Dutch Baby

It wasn’t all tears and boredom whilst my Internet was down. I made this scrumptious Dutch Baby for my mom’s birthday breakfast. If I cannot write, I bake. It’s therapeutic, creative, and opens my writing mind like a fierce, bracing gust of wind.

Mixed Berry Dutch Baby

Mixed Berry Dutch Baby

Easy, gorgeous, and light.

Slice of life

Slice of life

What beautiful berries!

Cast-iron skillet

Cast-iron skillet

This is no ordinary skillet. No, it has an impressive pedigree. It was purchased, second-hand from a Goodwill, for my mother-in-law by her mother-in-law in 1953. She, in turn, gave it to my husband, The Chef, about 3 1/2 years ago. Before we married, before I became part of its story. Now, by baking this simple Dutch Baby, I’ve joined the line. Melded myself to their family history. Our family history.

Daily Diversion #120: Internet Goblins, My Adorable Dog, and a Sad Looking Tree

Those pesky Internet-stealing Goblins struck again last night. Since I can only write so many sentences with ease on my phone, all of the lovely posts I had planned for today (and possibly tomorrow) are temporarily on hold. Here are a couple of random photos to tide you over.

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Daily Diversion #117: Alone Again, Naturally

This morning, I woke up next to our warm dogs in a cold bed. The Chef is back in Indiana. What could ever offer me appropriate solace? Why, a book on George Bernard Shaw and a hot cup of tea!

Shaw and Tea

Shaw and Tea to the Rescue

“A happy family is but an earlier heaven.”