Summertime might finally have arrived and be here for the next week or so (but I don’t want to say that too loudly in case the Weather Gods are listening).
Archive for the ‘Miscellaneous Musings’ Category
I struggled with how – or even whether – to review what I’ve read so far from my Annie Project.
The two Annies I’ve finished, Annie Dillard (The Writing Life) and Anne Lamott (Small Victories) left me lukewarm when I was expecting ‘red hot’; three stars when I was certain they would each merit five.
Annie Dillard isn’t the one causing my innards to churn. At worst, she didn’t hold my interest. Dillard is both deep and vast in her thoughts and writing technique.
Either she’s too deep or I’m too shallow.
In reality, she digressed, and I got lost. (more…)
If we were having coffee, I’d whisk us to Berlin, Germany to Dimension Alley, billed as the first 3-D Printer café.
In D-Alley’s own words, “The café serves traditional English fare: Cornish pasties, pies, scones with Strawberry Jam and Cream, cakes and biscuits. We have tea imported from the UK as well as great Berlin coffee.”
That’s not even the fun part!
The café features a 3-D printer so you can design and manufacture your own coffee cup, or perhaps a superhero with the face of your coffee-mate!
Don’t worry. If Berlin is too far to go for coffee, these printers are coming soon to a coffee shop near you.
While enjoying Aerial America on the Smithsonian Channel, I’ve mused about what we call ourselves in each of these 50 connected, yet vastly different, United States.
That led to musing about what residents in parts of other countries call themselves, and what names they give the demarcations that form legal, interior boundaries.
I know Canada has provinces.. I think Mexico has states, and Italy has regions. Beyond that I’m ignorant. When I comment to across-the-pond blogging buddies, I don’t even know whether they call their country England or Great Britain, let alone what interior demarcations the countries of the United Kingdom use.
Sure, I could Google this. But wouldn’t it be fun to hear from you – either in comments here, or in a post of your own – helping me fill in some blanks?
Without any of us checking Google?
If we were having
coffee beverage-of-choice, I’d apologize in advance for showing so many photos in one post, but I’ve been playing outdoors in my vast summer playground and I want to share it with you.
I have no idea how these photos appear for my readers because they appear differently on each of my 4 devices, and they appear differently by signing into WordPress vs accessing them via WP’s app. It’s that infinite technology black hole I’m unwilling to explore so I skirt the edges, praying my posts are acceptable to you without necessity for me being sucked into that vortex of electronic media machinations that would prove a cruel end to my blogging career.
Did any of you watch that 50’s-60’s show called ‘What’s My Line?’ where four people come on stage and say something like, “I’m Annie, and I’m an author”?
Only one of them was really an author named Annie but they all answered author-ish questions from a panel of celebrities (Dorothy Kilgallen, Arlene Francis, Bennett Cerf) who would then guess which contestant was the real Annie.
Finally the host, John Charles Daly, would say, “Will the real Annie please stand up?” and the audience would gasp at how cleverly the contestants fooled the panel.
That’s how I felt back in January when Elizabeth wrote about reading Anne LaMott’s book Small Victories.
The gist of our comments was:
Me: “I’m so glad you are enjoying Annie Dillard …
Elizabeth: “Who is Annie Dillard?”
I’d done it again. Been flummoxed by the Annies.
Joey tagged me in the Love-Hate Challenge (Thanks, Joey!) and that’s a challenge I can’t resist: 10 Things I Love; 10 Things I Hate; 10 Blogging Buddies to invite to the Challenge
- The powdery smell of newborn babies
- My country’s flag snapping in our stiff breeze
- Ice cold Bombay gin & tonic after a hot afternoon of golf
- My bright pink earplugs for cones of silence
- Sticky rice with steamed brussel sprouts, olive oil and poppy seeds
- Falling asleep in Hub’s arms
- Wiggling my toes in soft sand
- Farting with Sparks and Raqi and blaming the dogs (“Briar! Stella!”)
- Dark nights, full moons, shooting stars, constellations
- Playing Oh Hell with Dad and the J’s
- Incessantly barking dogs
- The taste of rhubarb
- Being wrong (this rarely happens …)
- Clowns and mimes
- Drivers who tailgate
- Fake scent products
- People who don’t pick up pet poop
I’m passing this challenge on to: