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Santa mob @ Grt. Lakes Brewing Co
Unfortunately, this picture doesn’t capture the true, slightly claustrophobic experience of being surrounded by dozens of Santas. The Santa mob was doing their annual Cleveland Christmas pub crawl accompanied by a contingent of elves, the Grinch, and two misplaced Easter bunnies. Oh, and Cindy Lou was there too.
A long time ago, my friend Talia was singing the praises of this book called Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day. She works for the publisher, so I didn’t immediately run out and buy it, but I was curious enough to borrow it from the library and experiment with the recipes. (picture below from Barnes and Noble website)
Talia wasn’t exaggerating.
Before I go further, I should explain something about my approach to cooking. You see, in order for a recipe to be of any value to me, it must fulfill two criteria. First, it has to be easy. And second, the resulting food has to look and taste like it took a vast amount of effort.
Artisan Bread delivers. The basic recipe is so simple and so delicious that I seldom bother making any of the others. Those instructions alone are worth the price of the book. And I’m not even much of a baker.
We make this bread all winter long, and I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to have fresh, crusty, European style bread whenever we want it. (It actually looks better than this, but you get the idea.)
I’ve also shared the book with friends, most of whom have since gone out and bought it.
I don’t even get a kickback — merely the joy of sharing good food with others.
Not surprisingly, the band U2 has a darker view of peace on earth, but this is still a lovely song.
Unfortunately, I still don’t understand it. Sigh.
Thanks to my friend Pat, for sharing.
Christmas Note #1: The perfect gift for the woman in your life, and having nothing to do with what those “50 Shades” books consider erotic.
To quote from their website (http://www.wannasnuggle.com/index/), “the Cambridge Women’s Pornography Cooperative traveled far and wide, surveying women across the land, to find out. They asked young women, old women, rich and poor, “what really, really, gets you hot?”
The result is so provocative, so incendiary, so dangerously addictive…
it’s unlike any porn you’ve ever seen before.
Prepare to enter a fantasy world. A world where clothes get folded just
so, men insist on changing diapers, delicious dinners await,
and flatulence is just not that funny.”
The following video is a taste of that world, put together by a YouTube contributor, evidently in tribute to the books. Warning: There is some nudity (which doesn’t occur in the books), although you don’t really see anything. Whether you view that as fortunate or unfortunate is up to you!
Oh, and the videos they suggest after this one? Totally different ballgame. Please don’t think I’m suggesting you view any of them. In fact, I didn’t realize YouTube had such things until I was searching for the real porn for women, i.e. the one I’ve just told you about.
If you’re interested in actually purchasing one of the books, (like my personal favorite, Porn for Women of a Certain Age), you can order them online via your favorite online bookstore.
A Rave About Writing
Recently, I fell asleep pondering my current work in progress, waking the next morning in the midst of a dream about packing a suitcase. Perhaps due to the suddenness with which I awoke, I was able to immediately grasp what my subconscious was telling me.
Don’t you get it, Kym? my brain was saying. Writing a book is just like packing a suitcase!
Okay, maybe not just like, but the tasks have much in common.
Think about it.
As writers, we can pack lightly, trusting we’ll find what we need along the way.
Or we can cram in everything we think we might want, well aware much of it may end up left by the wayside.
Some of us approach our trek armed with a plot outline (itinerary) detailing every stop along the way. Others are wanderers, content to start with only a vague idea of the lay of the land and no idea where we’re going or how we’re going to get there.
Still, even the most drifting of wanderers soon learns that a book without a plot is like a trip without a map. It goes nowhere.
And just as we don’t know ahead of time what kind of trip we’ll end up having, so too we have no idea how our books will change as we write them. A book, like a suitcase, can only hold so much before becoming unwieldy. So when we pick up new and lovely things along the way, we must, of necessity, leave other things behind.
This is the magic of writing, paired with the discipline of editing.
We can take this travel/book analogy even further.
By definition, both a trip and a book have defined beginnings and endings. Each may vary from a short pleasure jaunt — think genre fiction — to a time-intensive, and often expensive, expedition. (Those would be the hefty tomes that so often win literary prizes.)
Either can take us on an adventure into uncharted terrain or return us to territory peopled with characters we know and love.
It doesn’t matter how it happens, really. The best writers are those who somehow manage to take us along on a wondrous journey away from everyday life.
That’s what I’m aiming for.
Addendum: An earlier post, “Cancer Lesson #25” also explored the idea of dreams and what they can tell us.
“They say we only use a fraction of our brain’s true potential. Now that’s when we’re awake. When we’re asleep, we can do almost anything.” — from the movie “Inception“
You know, I’m reasonably technically savvy but for some reason I had a momentary lapse and forgot how to rotate photos on my phone.
So, for those of you who subscribe to my blog (all twenty of you!), I apologize that you’re getting this twice. I couldn’t stand not fixing this photo. The tree is lovely and my coworkers worked too hard creating it.
Enjoy!
A Rave: Mama Bought Me A Llama
A couple of years ago it became apparent that the Christmas gift exchange between my mom and my family had become a banking transaction. I was giving her money to spend on her trip to Florida, and she, in turn, was giving me and my family cash to spend as we wished.
It all seemed rather mercenary.
And since I don’t actually need anything — and believe me, I realize just how fortunate I am to be able to say that! — I suggested she donate the money this year to a charity.
“Which?” she asked.
“What ones do you like?” I asked.
“Well,” she said, “I kind of like Heifer International.”
“Me too,” said I.
And that’s how it came to pass that this year, mama bought me (in conjunction with my two siblings) a llama for Christmas.
If you’re not familiar with Heifer International, their mission (as stated on their website www.heifer.org) is “to work with communities to end hunger and poverty and care for the Earth.”
The site goes on to explain how it all started with a cow. Again quoting from their website, “Moved by the plight of orphans and refugees of the Spanish Civil War as he ladled out meager rations of powdered milk, Dan West, an Indiana farmer, volunteer relief worker and Church of the Brethren member, grasped that the people needed “a cow, not a cup”—cows that could produce milk so families would not have to depend on temporary aid. From that simple idea, Heifer International was born.”
Since I’m a strong believer in the “Teach a person to fish, and he eats for a lifetime” kind of charity, Heifer is a good fit.
The best part about my llama? I don’t have to clean up after him.
I hope he looks like this one; he’s kind of cute!
Rave
I was going to write a post about gratitude, but then I saw this quoted in Real Simple magazine and realized someone had beat me to it — Lemony Snicket, of all people.
“It is a miracle if you can find true friends, and it is a miracle if you have enough food to eat, and it is a miracle if you get to spend your days and evenings doing whatever you like to do, and the holiday season — like all the other seasons — is a good time to not only tell stories of miracles, but to think about the miracles in your own life, and to be grateful for them.”
— Lemony Snicket, “A Lump of Coal”
I am grateful every day for the many miracles in my life, and I hope you also have something for which to be thankful.