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Daily Diversion #113: Stone-Cold Grief
Stone-cold grief.
“Where there is love there is life.”-Mahatma Gandhi
[Intermezzo] Melt Away
Once Upon a Time, I thought preparing to move house whilst my husband headed out-of-state on an extended business trip was a fantastic idea. “I know! I’ll sort through and pack all of our belongings, edit a book, work on two short stories, create a few new web-sites, launch marketing campaigns for totally disparate projects, maintain a full freelance and blogging load, take the dogs on long walks several times a day, do yoga 5 times a week, and plan a fun event at a local gallery. I have the energy of an overzealous rabbit high on pure sugar. It’s just waiting to be harnessed. Nothing about this plan is the least bit wonky. Of course, I can cram-jam this ambitious laundry list of goals into a 6-week period. Because, because…I will it to be so.” The Chef hasn’t even left town yet, and I am already exhausted. All I want to do is take a scalding bath and weep, followed by 42 melting and aimless days in a fluffy, warm bed-haze.
Oh, hey there Ophelia!
Shallow, Temporarily
Hey, you! I’m kicking up my heels with The Chef this week. Kind of like this:
Charles ‘Buddy’ Rogers and Nancy Carroll in ‘Close Harmony,’ 1929.
He’s going out-of-town on business until mid-May, so I am enjoying his company whilst I can. Posts will keep coming, every day, as usual. They just won’t be deep or wordy. Think of them as tasty bites, snacks to sustain you between meals. Things will be back to normal starting on Monday.
[Love at First Site] National Geographic Found
Found is the new, official online archive blog of National Geographic, which is celebrating its 125th anniversary. Be warned. As with everything I showcase on Love at First Site, the content is mesmerizing. History pours forth from the photographs with a kinetic, moving vibrancy. Fortunately for your time management needs, Found is in its early stages. I plan on checking back often. Will you?
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Miles Davis Quote Poster
Henry Miller Quote Poster
[Intermezzo] I Don’t Have Beautiful Things to Write, Tonight
Tonight, I don’t have beautiful things to write. I’ve a glass of Scotch in my hand and an ear vibrating from a cat’s purr. The words aren’t coming the way I want them to, anyway. They are halting and boring and clumsily misbehaving monsters. I should have known better. Why did I even try? They never mind me when I am out of sorts or blue. Words know when you are in no shape to order them into neat, poetic arrangements. They are intuitive to emotion, and easily scared away. The opposite of cats, really.
Phoneography Challenge: My Neighborhood
Welcome to CAMPy WASHINGTON, where humor is a matter of civic pride.
Here’s George Washington, all dolled up to keep watch over the fine citizens of this urban neighborhood. He’s attended by Cincinnati’s famous flying pigs and a docile cow.
The purple gorilla and old-timey robot aren’t just mural stars: they have real life counterparts, statues that are an integral part of our local identity.
George is ready for his close-up.
The mural sits right off the highway, and is visible to random people filling their tanks at two gas stations. Although it doubtless makes them smile, its real importance is in brightening the lives of local residents who spend their days looking at manufacturing warehouses and crumbling 19th century brick buildings. In a neighborhood so far off the radar as to lack even the condescending appellation “up and coming”, public art really does make a difference.
Daily Diversion #105: Here Are Some Delicious Photos For You to Look at Whilst I Work on a Short Story
I have reached the frenzied, delectable stage of writing my current short story. All of you writers know what I am talking about: that blissful point where everything-plot, characterization, language, action-clicks into place. When it all begins to make cohesive, beautiful sense. That is where I am at today, dear readers. It feels good, but it is also time-consuming. I will be back tomorrow with several posts. Until then, feel free to let your gaze wander over, and your mind reflect on, the charms of this little gallery. I’ve had a tasty and sociable few weeks, wouldn’t you agree?
Yep, it’s a chicken!
Avocado carcass
Homemade chili served over tortilla chips, topped with queso cotija and guacamole.
Homemade chocolate mousse and whipping cream parfaits, topped with slivers of sea salt dark chocolate.
Framed Charley Harper canvas giclees.
Curry pizza
Drinks
Mussels
Pizza
“Not that the story need be long, but it will take a long while to make it short.”-Henry David Thoreau
Daily Diversion #104: Lazy Sunday
The frozen sky spits out a combination pack of snowflakes: huge, miniscule, fat, puffy, wispy, deflated. Something for everyone, except me. I am ready for spring; curmudgeonly winter with his ridiculous whims needs to go away. Back to yesterday, or last week. Back to when he was wanted, appreciated, welcomed.
Snowy day, snowy day.
I have no energy, just a belly full of decadent food and a gaping need for a long, warm nap.
Creme Brulee French Toast.
Goodnight, all. I’ll write tomorrow.
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