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Daily Diversion #59: Bouillabaisse

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I don’t spend all of my waking time writing. I occasionally take time off to eat. The evidence is below.

"So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being."-Franz Kafka

“So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.”-Franz Kafka

Daily Diversion #58: Suffragette City

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My mom sent me this reproduction postcard from England. The original is from c1910.

IT'S LOVE THAT MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND.

The text on the reverse side reads: The suffragette movement swung into action with police and hardy women coming face to face.

“Coolest f-word ever deserves a fucking shout! I mean, why can’t all decent men and women call themselves feminists? Out of respect for those who fought for this.”-Ani DiFranco

Daily Diversion #55: An Irish Souvenir

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I’m easy to buy for; just ask my mother. She returned from Ireland a few days ago, laden with gifts. Lots and lots of bookish things for her daughter, and normal souvenirs for everyone else. My favourite:

Plays Unpleasant by (George) Bernard Shaw

Plays Unpleasant by (George) Bernard Shaw. The Penguin looks like he is performing on a balance beam created by the shadows of the easel. I notice weird things.

I love PENGUIN BOOKS editions. The little mascot is so kicky and adorable, and the design is clean, fresh, modern, and instantly recognizable. Iconic. My mom unearthed an original 1946 printing of Shaw’s Plays Unpleasant in some random bookstall in Ireland. I’m saving it for November and clear, cold nights. Steaming cups of chili and cinnamon laced hot chocolate. Fuzzy knee-high socks. Quilts and clear heads. Darkness. The stage is set, in my head; the actors are rehearsing, the director is taking notes. Opening night is creeping up: Widowers’ Houses, The Philanderer, Mrs. Warren’s Profession. Bliss is waiting in the wings.

Daily Diversion #53: View from My Sickbed

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I’m slogging my way through a bout with the ‘flu. Fortunately, I have all of the necessary accoutrements to smooth the path to wellness…

Books and tea are this sick writer's best friends.

Books and tea are this sick writer’s best friends.

a classic novel, a gory modern mystery, a thick volume of arty, compelling letters, and a cuppa steaming Earl Grey. *

*Not pictured: two yellow dogs and one calico cat cocooning me with their furry warmth, purrs, and murmurs.