Daily Diversion #155: Who Needs a Pillow?

Who needs a pillow? Not Miss Zizi Jeanmaire.

Miss Z

Miss Z

“Although the sphere and importance of vision were expanding at this time, to say that visual experience was becoming autonomous would be imprecise. The aesthetic of illusionism engaged viewers as embodied spectators, physically drawn into an image or alert to beat a hasty retreat. One measure of an illusion’s success was its ability to provoke a bodily response-an impulse to touch or to flee. The challenges that modern life and modern illusions presented to modern subjects were too great for vision to handle on its own.”-from the essay Seeing, Touching, Fleeing by Michael Leja (Moving Pictures American Art and Early Film 1880-1910)

[Book Nerd News] Elmore Leonard is Dead!

Elmore Leonard Dead: Famed American Novelist Dies At Age 87 [courtesy HUFF POST BOOKS]

Elmore Leonard, Who Refined the Crime Thriller, Dies at 87 [courtesy THE NEW YORK TIMES]

Elmore Leonard dies at 87; master of the hard-boiled crime novel [courtesy LOS ANGELES TIMES]

Daily Diversion #153: Please Pay Attention to Me!

Please pay attention to me!

Please pay attention to me!

Mr. Crosley does not like it when I work for more than 10 minutes at a time. He does not care that I have writing and editing projects to tackle. He just wants his ears rubbed and his tummy stroked. “Dead writers, schmed writers. Give me a treat. Please!”

Daily Prompt: Standout

The best way for a short girl to stand out in a crowd is by having a bright red mohawk. Trust me, it works like a charm. Just don’t try to talk to her; she might bite.*

This is brought to you by the Daily Prompt: Standout. When was the last time you really stood out in a crowd? Are you comfortable in that position, or do you wish you could fade into the woodwork?

**Okay, so I don’t really bite. I’m pretty sure this is true of most mohawk-sporting lasses. I am totally comfortable with you staring at me, but will become a googly-eyed mess if you engage me in small-talk. Unless the conversation is about books or dead writers, then I say, “Stranger, bring it on!”