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June 27, 2011 Progress Notes:
"On Roadstead Farm"
Words today: 800.
Words total: 2400.
Reason for stopping: Just about tapped out for tonight.
Darling du Jour: We'd had veterans pass this way before, all manner of maimed and brokedown. I kept them, most times, from the house. The first one Marthe had seen, passing 'cross the lake to points unknown, bore a knee so twisted up his left foot walked horizontal to his right. Marthe shut herself in her room for two days after, and I knew what she was thinking: picturing it on Thom, that drag and bright-faced shame. I did her chores for two days running and held silent.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: custodian, which is too Latinate. Broken, as she likes brokedown better. Likewise with barefoot and barefooted.
Mean Things: All the things that could have happened to the one stable person in your household, and not knowing which, or where. Crying and how it is embarrassing for all involved.
Research Roundup: Some words in German and Swedish; more on malting how-to, to refresh the memory; language of flowers; balsam firs, which are apparently the Christmas-tree tree; asphodels and mythology thereof.
Books in progress: Darren O'Donnell, Your Secrets Sleep With Me.
The glamour: Today I made a salad with romaine lettuce, spring mix, radishes, heritage cherry tomatoes, garlic scapes, snow peas, pine nuts, horseradish cheddar, and peach merlot vinagrette. And then Dr. My Roommate made a quichelike object with yogourt and eggs and Swiss cheese and all the broccoli in the known universe. And then we ate it. Good times!
A lot of this weekend has been about food. Starting the CSA Iron Chef thing has made me focus on it possibly even more than last year (by the way, pictures and general glory pending on Wednesday), and so it's food in, food out, food possibly pending. My parents' cherry tree is going to be ready to pick in a couple weeks. I'm thinking cherry thoughts, and duck thoughts.
There's something kind of soothing about having food and cooking be so much of the rhythm of one's day. Food in, food out. Food and words.
There are also a few reviews in:
Lois Tilton at Locus Online has "The Ground Whereon She Stands" as the recommended story of the issue, and says that "the images are wonderful".
Indrapramit Das at Tangent says it is his favourite story of the issue.
I don't yet know where I can find Realms of Fantasy locally now that the bookstore isn't carrying magazines anymore, but if and when I find out, I will let you all know. Or if you know, please let me know. And so forth.
"On Roadstead Farm"
Words today: 800.
Words total: 2400.
Reason for stopping: Just about tapped out for tonight.
Darling du Jour: We'd had veterans pass this way before, all manner of maimed and brokedown. I kept them, most times, from the house. The first one Marthe had seen, passing 'cross the lake to points unknown, bore a knee so twisted up his left foot walked horizontal to his right. Marthe shut herself in her room for two days after, and I knew what she was thinking: picturing it on Thom, that drag and bright-faced shame. I did her chores for two days running and held silent.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: custodian, which is too Latinate. Broken, as she likes brokedown better. Likewise with barefoot and barefooted.
Mean Things: All the things that could have happened to the one stable person in your household, and not knowing which, or where. Crying and how it is embarrassing for all involved.
Research Roundup: Some words in German and Swedish; more on malting how-to, to refresh the memory; language of flowers; balsam firs, which are apparently the Christmas-tree tree; asphodels and mythology thereof.
Books in progress: Darren O'Donnell, Your Secrets Sleep With Me.
The glamour: Today I made a salad with romaine lettuce, spring mix, radishes, heritage cherry tomatoes, garlic scapes, snow peas, pine nuts, horseradish cheddar, and peach merlot vinagrette. And then Dr. My Roommate made a quichelike object with yogourt and eggs and Swiss cheese and all the broccoli in the known universe. And then we ate it. Good times!
A lot of this weekend has been about food. Starting the CSA Iron Chef thing has made me focus on it possibly even more than last year (by the way, pictures and general glory pending on Wednesday), and so it's food in, food out, food possibly pending. My parents' cherry tree is going to be ready to pick in a couple weeks. I'm thinking cherry thoughts, and duck thoughts.
There's something kind of soothing about having food and cooking be so much of the rhythm of one's day. Food in, food out. Food and words.
There are also a few reviews in:
Lois Tilton at Locus Online has "The Ground Whereon She Stands" as the recommended story of the issue, and says that "the images are wonderful".
Indrapramit Das at Tangent says it is his favourite story of the issue.
The story is grounded in a certain poeticism, with Bobet blending its fantastic elements into the narrative in the style of magic realism. The magic is essential—it shows us the nature of Alice’s relationship with Lizzy, and it represents the thorny tangle of emotions that brews inside a person when love is withheld. The story is open-ended, romantic without being cloying, and filled with beautiful, delicately crafted imagery and language that observes its own rhythm...
I don't yet know where I can find Realms of Fantasy locally now that the bookstore isn't carrying magazines anymore, but if and when I find out, I will let you all know. Or if you know, please let me know. And so forth.
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