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Archive for May, 2007

This may justify the existence of You Tube (about which I’ve been dubious for a long time).

Via the always refreshing AllSorts
New York is exactly like it ought to be–crowded, dirty, hot, amazing. We ate barbeque last night, and it was superb. The B-52s stayed in our hotel, and left an autographed [...]

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Yes, we’re off to Gotham–trying hard not to think about the Lambda, except as a venue for truly fabulous suede shoes and Cuban-heeled stockings.
I have mixed feelings about this: it’s not just a city, but (at least in the U.S.) The City. Since I think Moscow is getting too big, what with 2 [...]

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This link takes you to Hello Yarn, a truly fabulous site whose generous designer offers lovely free patterns, as well as cool yarn to buy. I have now made it 5 times. I expect to make a few more before I’m done. Three were straight-up pirate-y hats as designed. One was a [...]

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Poetry Friday

Okay, it’s Saturday. But poetry is good every day of the week, isn’t it?
Thermopylae
Honor to those who in the life they lead define and guard a Thermopylae. Never betraying what is right, consistent and just in all they do but showing pity also, and compassion; generous when they’re rich, and when they’re poor, still [...]

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I made my first wedding cake in 1982. I don’t remember what kind it was, although I can tell you that the bride had words with her father at the door and stomped up the aisle alone, and that the recessional was the Rebel Fanfare from Star Wars. The cake just couldn’t compete.
Since then I’ve [...]

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Moscow Tragedy

We learned about last night’s tragedy at 6:30 this morning, when a friend from Virginia called to make sure we were all right–she’d seen the story on CNN. Throughout the day, we’ve heard from friends around the country, and even around the world.
Our hearts are with the Newbill family, whose loss is unimaginable, and with [...]

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Poetry Friday

This Friday’s poem is by Irish poet Mary Dorcey.
The Whiteness of Snow
The whiteness
of snow
on a branch of pine,
is the whiteness
of her skin
from shoulder to thigh.
And the sway of the branch
under its
flesh of snow,
is the song of her hips
in the weight of my hands.
(The River That Carries Me. Upper Fairhill, Galway: Salmon Publishing. 1995)
Mary Dorcey is [...]

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Idaho Code, Joan’s fabulous debut novel, is not only shorted for a Lambda Award, but got a very nice mention in the latest Library Journal, where we hope it is seen by hundreds, if not thousands, of book-buying librarians.

Hurrah!

We’ll be going to New York City at the end of May for the awards ceremony. [...]

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My first Friday poem is dedicated to the memory of the spectacular Harison’s Yellow Rose which bloomed prodigally in the first week of June on the corner of Harrison Street and the Troy Highway. It had likely been there 60 years, judging from its size; it had certainly been there 28 years, because I [...]

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Idaho Cuisine

There is no Idaho cuisine. In fact, there’s no intermountain west cuisine. California, Pacific Northwest, Southwest, yes. Idaho, Wyoming, Montana, no. In North Carolina, where I lived for a while, there are lots of cuisines: Piedmont, Low Country, mountain, barbeque. Idaho hasn’t even got one.
The potato, I hear you say. But the frozen French fry [...]

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