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My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me

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Tuesday, June 14, 2011
My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me: forty new fairy tales, edited by Kate Bernheimer. I loved this collection, even though it took me for everloving ever to read. After patiently listening to me alternately rave about the book and whine about how no matter how many pages I turned, I was always in the middle, a friend asked if it took longer because I had to switch gears between writers: 40 stories = 40 authors. I think that’s part of it and part of it is that there really are a lot of pages, but the main thing was the nature of the reading. Fairy tales are easy and hard - it all sounds familiar in a collective human knowledge way (once upon a time/ over the river and through the woods), but they can support so many layers of meaning or ring bells in deeply interior mental chambers that take a while to chime on the surface. (If ever!) I like the way some stories never fully reveal themselves - I think this partially submerged nature is one of the reasons that fairy tales are so resilient.

[Side note: can we talk about how somewhere along the line (WHERE?) the popular culture definition of “fairy tale” ("oh, it's like a fairy tale") came to mean a royal wedding, or a big wedding, or at least a wedding with white twinkle lights in the trees? Actual fairy tales seem to be less about matrimony and a big dress and more along the lines of transformation (of every kind you can imagine), inscrutable riddles, bad bargains, greed, blood, guts, gold, murder, untrustworthy (often bloodthirsty) parents, talking animals, poison, houses on chicken legs, curses, survival, death, and rampant vegetation. (And so much more, including the occasional wedding and big dress, but still.) WHERE? I don’t think we can lay it all at the feet of Walt Disney.]

This was a solid four star book for me - some stories were outstanding and some I didn’t like as well (not unusual for a collection), but there was only one that I skipped after a page. It was organized by region, which had it’s plusses and minuses: the European stories most familiar to me were in the middle, which meant I read what seemed like 15 swan stories in a row. I don’t know that organizing them any other way would have been better. (Alphabetical by author?) ANYWAY. I really liked it! When I was looking over the table of contents one last time before I had to take it back to the library - there’s a waiting list - I was reminded of how many really great stories there are in this book. You should read it.

Here are a few notes and quotes from various stories -some from the story themselves, some from the author’s afterword. I limited myself to five, chosen haphazardly from the initial twenty or so I wanted to quote. It was hard to pick!

Shelley Jackson - The Swan Brothers (Based on the Six Swans) - present tense second person out of sequence WONDERFUL. The sister who does the spinning required to turn her brothers back into people is referred to as The Performance Artist (she’s spinning in a gallery). The narrative is sliced through with related announcements like the following:

THINGS YOU LEARN FROM READING 

Women are trouble—if it isn’t an evil wife, it’s an evil stepmother. Or mother-in-law. Mothers are usually all right, unless they’re witches—watch out for witches. And their daughters.

You might be all right with kings, princes, and fathers, unless, as is usually the case, they’re under the influence of someone else, usually a woman. Men are weak. Sometimes they rescue you, but they always have help—from ants or birds or women. Sometimes you rescue them. This is kind of sweet.

You can trust animals. Sometimes they turn into people, but don’t hold that against them.

Children had better watch out. 



Timothy Schaffert - The Mermaid in the Tree (Based on The Little Mermaid). The world of this story, unlike many fairy tales, is populated with a lot of characters - we’re not in a lonely cottage in the woods, but rather the town of Mudpuddle Beach, which appears to be a seedy sort of seaside town. There’s a mermaid parade, black market demand for mermaid tongues and organs, Rothgutt’s Asylum for Misspent Youth, the convent of the Sisterhood of Poseidon’s Daughters, a flophouse, a casino, an amusement park, the Ink and Stab tattoo parlor, etc. 

This story was definitely one of my favorites, even as I worried that it was mega-lurid and why am I so drawn to these rundown carnival settings anyway, do I have some kind of peep-show problem, etc. But then I read the following in the author’s end-note and quit worrying because I had to order Schaffert's novel from the library immediately: “A mermaid suicide figures in the plot of a fictional children’s book at the heart of my novel, The Coffins of Little Hope. This fictional book, also called The Coffins of Little Hope, tells the tale of two wrongly accused sisters locked up in an all-girl criminal-orphan asylum, where fantastical threat lurks around every sharp corner. (This children’s book series within the novel inspires a slavish fandom and obsession among its readership that begins to reflect the dark and venal impulses of the series’ more despicable characters.)” It goes on, but I’ll stop because at this point I’m counting the hours until I can read it and feel a kinship with the obsessed book within a book readership. I hope this doesn’t reflect any dark and venal impulses on my part, but… fantastical threats are lurking! It’s on its way - I can’t wait. 

Aimee Bender - The Color Master (based on Donkeyskin) Heart eyes for this story!!! It’s in my top 5 for sure: “Our store was expensive, I mean EX-PEN-SIVE, as anything would be if all its requests were clothing in the colors of natural elements. The Duke’s son wanted shoes the color of rock, so he could walk in the rock and not see his feet. He was vain that way, he did not like to see his feet. He wanted to appear, from a distance, as a floating pair of ankles.” A FLOATING PAIR OF ANKLES. One of the things I love about Aimee Bender is that her writing style is so clean and straightforward while her ideas are wild and extraordinary.

Rabih Alameddine - A Kiss to Wake the Sleeper (based on Sleeping Beauty): “A plant of some kind sprouted and wound itself around the fairy godmother’s calf. Plants everywhere, on all sides, shoots, roots, trees, grass, hemlock, all entwined with poison ivy, poison oak, poison sumac. All over, sprouting, shooting upward. Thistles, so many thistles, brambles, blackberry, and brier, sweetbrier, greenbrier. Within minutes, a tangled messy mass of impenetrable thorns encircled the tower, a deadly poisonous brier patch, a vast thorny wood.” Transitions, sexual awakening, sickness to health, sleep to waking, the present danger and pleasure of the green and growing world. An interesting twist (explained in the author’s note) is that “the main protagonist is neither the sleeper nor the waker,” which I realize I’ve never read in a Sleeping Beauty story before.

Neil Labute - With Hair of Hand-Spun Gold (Based on Rumplestiltskin): from the afterword “I’ve always had a soft spot for the Rumpelstiltskin story and its title character—he’s a nasty piece of work, but, for some reason, I feel for the little guy. After all, he does exactly what he promises to do and asks for only one thing in return; he keeps his promise when those around him break theirs and is publicly humiliated and sent shrieking off into the night (I suppose the fact that he’s asking for a baby as his prize does make some difference). Still, I love the “person who returns” in literature and “Rumplestiltskin” is a perfect example of revenge as a motif in the fairy tale. It’s also just a lot of fun, the whole damn story—I mean, he spins gold out of straw, for God’s sake!” That last bit is what I love about these stories - you get the revenge tale or a test or a journey, but you also get gold out of straw or shoes the exact color of rocks or an entire sleeping castle.

You guys, there are so many good stories in here! If you need more encouragement than these quotes and all my exclamation points, you could read this collection as preparation for the (at least) two fairy tale TV shows (with Buffy the Vampire Slayer pedigree) coming this fall: Grimm, set in Portland/filmed in Portland, co-executive produced by David Greenwalt; and Once Upon a Time, co-executive produced by the marvelous Jane Espenson.  And aren't there at least two Snow White and the Huntsman movies bubbling up on the horizon? Fairy tales never truly go away, but they do seem to be experiencing a high-profile revival. 

bright spot

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Saturday, June 11, 2011
the sun was out!
A week ago today, the sun was OUT. Not only was it out, it was out ALL DAY. Now if it would just do that for two or more consecutive days. (Looking out the window today I see some breaks in the clouds.  It could happen! Hope springs eternal.)

iris
!!! I can't stand how beautiful and weird looking these iris are: tissue-delicate petals with visible veins and bristle-brush spiky bee-attracting tongues.

vase bubbles
I put an iris that my enemy (the SLUGS) had chewed off into a glass to see if it would bloom. It did! I also got these pretty bubbles.

coral bells
I love these orange stems and orange leaves. This is a huechera, aka coral bells. Later in the season it will send up slender stems with tiny little bell-like flowers on it.

poppy + bee
Industrious bee about his business.  A neighbor (not next door, but the next house down) has some hives and I'm always happy to see bees doing their thing. This is a poppy that grew up through the bricks on the little patio where I sit in the sun and read when there's sun.  I hope there's sun today!

oh you middle school marching bands

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Thursday, June 09, 2011
Due to schedules and boring work minutia, I was only able to watch about 10 minutes of the parade today - but that was totally enough time to hear this year's winner for perverse yet delightful middle school marching band song choice: Imagine some 10-14 year olds in matching uniforms marching down the middle of the street while they're playing the tuba and clarinet arrangement of... IMMIGRANT SONG.  Sublimely ridiculous! (I truly loved it.)

If you need an Immigrant Song refresher, please enjoy these viking kittens.



early mid-week report

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Tuesday, June 07, 2011
Work has been surprisingly (and exhaustingly) BUSY this week, which is why I haven't written any followup to that last late spring malaise post. Bullet point update since I should be asleep this very minute:

•the sun shone on the weekend and it really did cheer me up

•ROGUE ROTARY CUTTER: my sister took a slice off her finger with a rotary cutter*.  She had to go to the ER and be seen to since it a) hurt like a mofo and b) was bleeding so much. They couldn't do stitches, because the rotary cutter removed the parts you'd sew together. They put some magic bandage on it that promotes growing new flesh and healing and stuff.  (*Rotary cutter = one of those pizza cutter looking things, only sharp like a RAZOR and for fabric, not fingers! But now this rotary cutter has a taste for human flesh, which is concerning. Should we make it a little Hannibal Lecter mask? Keep it in a locked drawer?)  

•she's very proud that she managed not to get any blood on the fabric. 

•did you know they're bundling whooping cough boosters with tetanus shots now? (Filed under things I thought I'd never hear in the 21st century.)

• the Junior Rose Parade is tomorrow (right outside of where I'm working) which means a crazy day. I'm so tired already, but I'm sure the sight and sound of middle school funk marching bands will cheer me right up like they always do. 

More soon - I'm reading a ton and have much to say!

put your backpack on your shoulder

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Thursday, June 02, 2011
Today I was cleaning (washing dishes? sweeping? some glamorous task) while listening to music, AS ONE DOES. Measuring Cups by Andrew Bird came on and it was like a time machine to 2005. I was so sad and depressed then - I didn't realize how much until I felt better, later. As miserable as the day to day was back then, there was still a corner of my heart/mind optimistic for the future. Things are a lot better these days, but hearing this song made me aware that my spark of optimism about the future has dimmed. Maybe it's just the passage of time, or because life is generally pretty good now, or because I'm still bummed about not getting my library job on a regular/permanent basis. (should I be over it yet? It seems like I should, but obviously I'm not.)

Anyway - it's possible that I'm feeling low for some mood-swing reason and tomorrow I'll be feelin' fine. (particularly if the sun shines!) In the meantime, I'll try to cook up some improbable but fun to think about future schemes.

Here's a video of Andrew Bird performing Measuring Cups on French TV:

squares and loops

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Monday, May 30, 2011
spring quilt project
I promised Maggie I'd upload some pictures of the little quilt I finished earlier this month.  Here they are! If you look closely, you can see my current pedicure. (I took this picture less than an hour ago.)

spring quilt project
and here's the back - I used an aqua dot instead of a solid and I LOVE IT SO.  You can't really tell from any of these pictures, but the binding fabric is yellow and has toast on it. I love that, too.  This is comfortably lap sized - not as big as a bed quilt, but generous for sitting on the couch and reading under. A good napping quilt.

spring quilt project
Loop-de-loop. My second attempt at machine quilting. I think this one was harder, for some reason. I used a variegated thread that runs from pale yellow to orange.  I see a million mistakes, but overriding that (for once) is satisfaction that it's DONE and the cheerful squares and variegated wiggly loops make me happy.

spring quilt project
These back tracks are a way to enjoy the fabric on the front in a slightly bigger slice. I like that, too. This was from Elizabeth Hartman's  Practical Guide to Patchwork - she writes excellent instructions. She's got a lot of basic instruction and plain old good reading on her blog Oh, Fransson! - check it out!

I said ice cream

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Sunday, May 29, 2011
strawberry milkshake
Here is the promised ice cream to follow my last post.

MILKSHAKE! It was made from strawberry ice cream and served in a huge and heavy glass. I don't even know how to describe how big it was - maybe not quite as tall as my forearm? In that region. This milkshake was so big I couldn't finish it, and I REALLY wanted to finish it. The woman who made it even gave me extra on the side milkshake since it didn't all fit in the glass that was so heavy and so tall. I struggled valiantly to do justice and drink it to the bottom, but it was not to be.

mom's sundae
Mom's chocolate sundae. She wanted hot fudge, but they were out so she had chocolate sauce along with a tiny bit of whipped cream instead.

soda fountain
This soda fountain was in Tolly's restaurant in Oakland, Oregon. I think the building used to be the old drugstore. It's brick and charming - especially the bar at the soda fountain. We weren't even planning on going in, but mom saw that they had a soda fountain (serving ice cream) and said OH HELL YES. (except my mom doesn't swear, so it was her version of OH HELL YES, which is mostly accomplished by stubborn body language - a way of standing that says "we're not leaving this town until I have ice cream." It's not like I was going to argue with her about it.)



soda fountain
I love the old soda pumps. I'm not sure how these worked  - my guess is that the flavored syrup came out of these, with soda water on top? Something like that?


SPECIAL
This makes me think of Creep by Radiohead because sometimes my brain seems to bounce to literal associations: they sing special, this says special. SO VERY SPECIAL. I mean, it doesn't go with the song at all! Radiohead says What the hell am I doing here? and I think  I'm eating ice cream. 



soda fountain swans
These look like swans, don't they? The one on the left has the word SUPERCOLD running up the back of its neck. I'm still reading that fairy tale collection and there are a LOT OF SWANS. Or people who used to be swans. Actually, people who were people first, then swans, then back to people or people with one swan wing. As you might imagine, this can cause spiritual and mental distress.

soda fountain
This is a picture of a picture from inside the museum/historical society. (Yes, I go to small town museums AND I LIKE IT.) I don't think this is the same soda fountain, but I love the photo - same soda/syrup dispensers! Love the gibson girl (sorta) poofy hair! The cup of straws!  LOVE!

near, far

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Thursday, May 26, 2011
knock on the door
I finally got some of my April road trip pictures uploaded! These are from Oakland, Oregon. I love this door detail.

door
And here is the door from far away. There's a lotta bricks in Oakland.  Also, ice cream. (ice cream to follow.)

In other news, I am ridiculously excited that the lady who cuts my hair now has an online appointment system, as I had an irrational dread of making appointments. Now I do not, and I'm getting my hair cut today, hooray! (It was getting long and I was getting that uncomfortable feeling that it was actively plotting against me.)

ALSO! I have unearthed a quilt project from the nineties! It was from a class and I never finished it because I got busy or went crazy or something like that. It's extra-satisfying to work on it and know not only am I finishing something long in limbo,  it will be one less box hanging around taunting me. (and one more quilt on my bed.)

Rereading the last two paragraphs, I wonder if I have some sort of personification problem. But maybe it's just a (totally normal!) way to deal with the basic craziness of life on earth. Yeah! So my hair is plotting and the boxes are taunting, but there's some kind of squirrel party* happening in the tree out my window, so it probably all balances out, right? Right.

*I believe they are moving their squirrel babies to the cedar tree out front.

meanwhile, back at the ranch

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Sunday, May 22, 2011
• Today at the library there was a little boy very excited to get his first library card. He'd recently had a birthday - which he informed me meant he was old enough to get a card, thank you very much. (We issue cards to babies, so he was certainly old enough in our eyes.) I didn't do the paperwork, but I was at the other desk while his grandmother made my coworker re-enact the handing off of the new library card because she didn't have her camera ready when it actually happened. It was very cute! I kept seeing camera flashes all over the library, so I assume she got him picking out his first books as an official library patron as well.  He was very proud and we were all charmed.

• I downloaded Lady Gaga's new record because Amazon mp3 is having a sale: .99! It's not a purchase I was necessarily planning on making, but she was game on SNL and I'm happy to help boost her opening weekend numbers. (If that's what I'm doing. I have a vague sense that that's what this is all about.) And come on! .99!!! I would pay that for Born This Way, and now I get that plus 13 other songs AND the digital booklet that amazon seems very excited about. Maybe in the booklet, Gaga transforms into things other than a motorcycle. Maybe Lady Centaur, Leslie Knope-style! (note: I cannot find the booklet, but it's okay because I'm amusing myself with what I imagine might be in it: half Gaga, half yacht! etc.)

• According to the link above, the price is only good through Monday, so act now.

•I just started reading My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me and I love it already. I'm still in the introduction, but hell yeah! Many favorite authors have contributed a story, including Amy Bender, Neil Gaiman, Kelly Link, and MORE.  From the introduction: "I have a sense that a proliferation of magical stories, especially fairy tales, is correlated to a growing awareness of human separation from the wild and natural world. In fairy tales, the human and animal worlds are equal and mutually dependent. The violence, suffering, and beauty are shared."  Yes! Everyone's always turning into a bear in fairy tales. Which reminds me of this:


Here's a bit about the goal of the project: "The goal was to bring together a variety of writers--in true fairy-tale spirit, not only those widely known; I sought out writers whose work had suggested "fairy tales" to me, whether in obvious or subtle ways. Initiating the process, I asked merely that writers select a fairy tale as a starting point and to take it from there, to write a new fairy tale."  Anyway - I'm very much looking forward to reading beyond the introduction, so I'm going to go do that right now.

Fadeaway Girl

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Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Fadeaway Girl by Martha Grimes  --

This book is the most recent installment in Grimes’ Emma Graham stories. I’m so fond of this series - Emma’s one of my favorite young girls in literature. She’s twelve and smart - just at the border of her childhood, she’s believably self-aware and believably dramatic enough to mourn the loss. She’s a romantic and a dreamer, but also curious, clever, stubborn, and willful. Grimes does such a wonderful job expressing these aspects of Emma while expertly laying out the story that’s been unspooling for the whole series. (There is a long-ago murder, there are old secrets, new secrets, stolen babies, mistaken identities, and characters with wonderful names like Carl Mooma, Fern Queen, Ree-Jane Davidow, Mr. Butternut, etc. Grimes has always had a way with character names.)

Emma’s an intrepid cub reporter, detective, cocktail inventor, waitress, busybody, sneaky prankster, and cinephile. Her world is pretty large, considering that she’s too young to drive; I love her friendships and sometimes adversarial relationships with the adults around town - she’s taken seriously because she takes herself seriously.

The setting of these stories is a faded family-owned resort hotel in a small town near the water (in Maryland? Yes! I just found it - “This is a little town on the tag end of Maryland, nearly in West Virginia—“ ). Emma’s mother, Jen Graham, is the chef and everyone will tell you (particularly Emma) that no one can cook like she can cook. Food is a feature and I’m always hungry when I read these. Emma’s older brother Will is some kind of showbiz prodigy who is always putting on entertainments in the barn. (I love the comic glimpses we get of his spectaculars, which almost always involve pulleys, fake beards, and explosions.)

The year is never explicitly stated, but I’d guess the books are set somewhere at the end of the 50s or early 60s. It’s not a big deal as the stories happen almost out of time, but it helps explain the cost of things (Emma takes taxis and is a regular at the Rainbow Cafe, among other eateries) and the pace of things, which is slower than a lot of mystery stories. (Not that the late 50s or early 60s were inherently slower in some sort of olden times walking in molasses way, just that there’s not that modern technological internet cell phone soccer practice hustle bustle.) I think they must take place in summer, because Emma’s never in school. This also allows for lots of daylight investigating. However, Emma being Emma, she does manage to get herself into some scary after-dark scrapes.

Here’s a pull quote from the back cover from the New York Times Book Review: “Grimes saves her loveliest writing for the gloomy images of empty train station and tumbledown houses in which Emma takes such a melancholy pleasure…. an explosive comic exuberance.” Emma really does have a connoisseur’s appreciation of the melancholy pleasure.

If you decide that this sounds like something you’d like to read (it’s not for everyone), definitely start with the first book - there is one central mystery that keeps spiraling out and you’d miss a lot not to begin at the beginning. (FOUR STARS, read in March 2011.)

Here’s the order of the previous books:
#1 Hotel Paradise
#2 Cold Flat Junction
#3 Belle Ruin

Book cover bonus: both cover art and title refer to artist Coles Phillips who did a lot of work for magazines and advertising. Click on the link to see more.

If you like looking at book covers in general (I really do), check out Book Covers Anonymous  and CoverSpy.

so bright and not so bright

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Tuesday, May 17, 2011
1895 moon bookplate available for purchase: here. 
Full moons happen once a month, but living in the often cloudy pacific northwest I don't always see it.  Tonight it's very bright and shining right into my window through a space in the tree. (If I squint I can make it hide behind a branch, but that game is only fun for so long.)

All this looking out of windows reminds me of the other night when I was up WAY TOO LATE and was so very sleepy. When I get that tired, I start hallucinating just a little bit - I'll see things or feel some phantom cat jump on the bed, but sometimes it's noises - someone calling my name, that kind of thing. It doesn't happen a lot! Just enough to freak me out when I'm super tired. On this particular night I heard a sound like a high pressure air hose -  I just put air in my tires, so that's what came to mind. Once I figured that out, I was all relieved in a ridiculous late night way: "Oh, phew! They're filling up tires behind the bar at 2AM, nothing for me to worry about." (Maybe I should note that there's a bar/tavern on the corner and thanks to the peculiar science of sound I hear a lot more back alley shenanigans than I'd like. Which would be ZERO back alley shenanigans, with maybe 3 annual exemptions for drunken Happy Birthday singing.)

Before I could get pillows over my ears to block the noise, I thought I heard something land on the roof.  NOOOOOOO! Of course I was convinced that whatever it was, it was going to explode and it would be all my fault for not doing something (my 2AM mind wasn't clear on what). By that time my poor tired brain started doing what I think is its new favorite party trick: what would scare Jen most? Let's conjure that up.  I became convinced that if I looked out the window, some horror movie scary thing (like a dinosaur, but monster-y) would slap the glass and I'd have a heart attack and fall down the stairs and die, blah blah blah. I summoned my last little shreds of reason and went to bed immediately.

The next morning there was some kind of propeller toy thing on the roof. I'm glad that a) it didn't explode, b) the drunken jackhole who sent it there is deprived of his air hose toy. I was also perversely glad that I didn't hallucinate the whole thing.

later that day

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Tuesday, May 10, 2011
dandelion
after I wrote the previous post, I went outside and started digging up dandelions from the yard. It's that time of year and they're EVERYWHERE. Did you know there's a special tool? There is! Of course there are more dandelions than I'll ever be able to get even with a special tool, but still I try. I didn't pull this one up because it looked so pretty in the middle of these purple flowers.

bright tulip

The inside of a tulip! I love the red here and the wiggly spider-leg stamens.

leopard's bane
This is Leopard's Bane! This particular one is spent, but I love the curl of the petals and the yellow light. They look good in bud, in bloom, and beyond.

pink azalea
Pink azaleas and the last picture before I put the camera away and resumed dandelion warfare. (The Dandelion War only lasted about 4 minutes, post-photography.)

sunny afternoon

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Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The sun is finally shining! Like, with shadows and everything.

There is so much to catch up on which was starting to overwhelm me, so I thought I'd write this little note more as a blog ice-breaker for myself than anything else. THE SUN IS SHINING.

other things:

•I saw a yellow bird in a front yard tree - not a goldfinch, not a canary, not big bird. I'm not sure what it was, but I hope it hangs around. Unless it's some kind of  human flesh-eating bird, in which case I hope it goes away.

•Crafty Wonderland was on Saturday. I saw many beautiful things!

•I'm reading A Discovery of Witches, which is thoroughly addicting. It has witches, vampires, alchemy and an academic library. (I KNOW, RIGHT?) Also a lot about wine that's very interesting.  It's over 600 pages and the first of a trilogy whose second and third books have yet to be written and I don't even care. Ooh, here's a little not-giving-much-away review.

• I finished the little quilt I was making! It's super cute and I shamelessly took it with me to the library when I went in to pick up my holds so I could make everyone look at it. When I got exactly what I hoped for (praise), I suddenly got embarrassed and started saying things like "it's only little" and trying to fold it up and put it back in my bag while people were still looking at it.

•Now I have to decide what to make next. I have been making fairly simple pieces with the idea that I  could finish them without too much agony and feel accomplished. Now I think I want to take on something a little more challenging, but I haven't decided what.  HMMM.

•I'm going back out into the sun while it lasts.

too marvelous to be understood

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Friday, May 06, 2011
blue glass

MYSTERIES, YES

Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
  to be understood.

How grass can be nourishing in the
  mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
  in allegiance with gravity
    while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and the bonds will
  never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
  scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.

Let me keep my distance, always, from those
  who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say
    "Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
  and bow their heads.

Mary Oliver, from Evidence: Poems

This was one of the poem in your pocket poems I found at the library. I like it very much!

(the photo is from the Museum of Glass in Tacoma. They were closed when I was there, but this was outside. I need to go back.)

rich girl

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Thursday, May 05, 2011
daffodils

Please enjoy these now out of season yellow daffodils (the photo is from March). Yesterday was BEAUTIFUL, with the sun shining, bees buzzing and tiny little bluebirds synchronized-swim-spelling my name in the birdbath. (some of this is contra-factual.) (I don't even know if contra-factual is a thing or not, but you know what I mean.) Anyway - yesterday was great! Even if I did have to google "omg what is that smell, I think something died under the house." (Google suggests quick lime and time.) I planted plants, went to a nursery and read in the sun. Were there other things I maybe should have been doing? Of course, but the SUN was SHINING.

After I got home from trivia (we came in 3rd) I discovered that according to the weatherman, today was going to less sun, more rain, p.s. that 80 degree day we promised is delayed. But who cares? The sun will shine eventually and it will be WONDERFUL, la la la let us praise the pleasures of anticipation. (I care, but I'm trying to put a good face on it. In my heart of hearts I want the sun and I want it now! - Veruca Salt stamping foot style.)

silver falls
(another sun flare in the rain forest picture. I love them forever.)

In other news, the book I'm reading (Among Others by Jo Walton) is SO GOOD. I wasn't even sure I was going to get to it - I'd heard good things, but the blurb on goodreads didn't excite me too much and I had just a couple of days before I had to return it to the library. But since one of my goals as a reader is to stretch out and all that jazz, I decided to give it the 50 page test.  So glad I did!  I'm about halfway through it now - it reminds me a lot of I Capture the Castle with its first person teenaged girl narrator who is sometimes too smart for her own good.  More on this after I finish. Books that surprise me like this make me so glad I read.

*****

Sometimes I wake up with a song stuck in my head -  yesterday it was Rich Girl by Hall and Oates (see below). I blame Freegal and Leslie, who mentioned one week that she was using her Freegal downloads for Hall and Oates. I promptly copied her. Freegal is a pretty sweet deal - if you don't live in Portland, check your local library to see if they also offer it. Tip for my fellow Portlanders - your weekly allotment expires at 9pm on Sunday nights! I thought it was midnight, and it is but only on the east coast. Now I try to remember during the week so I don't accidentally miss my 3 free songs. I've been using it as a time machine (Manic Monday) and for Glee songs (What? I NEEDED to hear the Warblers sing Bills, Bills, Bills again and again), and for Ke$ha singles. (The guy who runs trivia uses her lyrics a lot so at first it was for that, but now it's because I get genuine pop single pleasure from listening to them.)