Saturday, May 30, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
"This exercise, " writes Jackson, "attempts to tell a whole story in a quick scene. It is to be written in five sentences. . . . There are two preparation steps. The first step is to remember a person you know well. . . . The second step is to imagine a place where you find the person. Then you are ready for the five easy pieces."
- Describe the person's hands.
- Describe something he or she is doing with the hands.
- Use a metaphor to say something about some exotic place.
- Mention what you would want to ask the person in the context of 2 and 3, above.
- The person looks up or toward you, notices you there, gives an answer that suggest he or she only gets part of what you asked.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
We saw a million (not much of an exaggeration) new Canada Geese out swimming and eating and sunning with their parents. The grown-up geese were amazingly patient with the babies, and very protective in a quiet (for geese) way. We were careful not to bother them, but they often surprised us by walking right next to us along the path.
This turtle was hanging out in the brush and poison ivy, and no, I didn't get near the ivy. I am in love with turtles. We always see many of them in the water, but I am particularly charmed when I spot one in a shady hideout like this.
It should be obvious by now that I am in love with herons, too. How can I resist such beauty?
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
My sister-in-law Cate always keeps me up on music. In fact, she is my music goddess. This past week she gave Todd and me tons of new stuff to listen to on these great CDs that look like little albums. So, this video is a thank you to Cate. I really love this song; it makes me wish I could play the drums. Hope to see you soon, Cate! xoxo
Sunday, May 17, 2009
The mills here were all for textiles. They are laid out along canals that crisscross the city. The shot below is of the canal across from the mill where I live.
This old mill is what I see when I look out my windows. An acquired taste perhaps, but I LOVE this building. It is going to be redeveloped, which I know is good for the city, but I will truly miss the ruins.
The shot below was taken looking through a doorway that leads from one mill to the next. I love how the old randomly boarded-up windows look almost like stained glass.
The two photos below are of sunset from my living room window. At this time of day we watch swifts race in and out through the old gaping windows. The number of birds in our neighborhood is awe-inspiring. I had taken several photos of the blue heron at the nature preserve the other day, but this morning as I walked by the canal, a lovely blue heron flew right past me here on my dirty, bedraggled street. My whole day was blessed.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
As someone who "majored in poetry" in grad school and who has sat through more than her fair share of poetry slams, and who has more than a teensy crush on Craig Ferguson (there, I said it), I thought I'd share his monologue from last night's show with you. I laughed--probably much more than I should have--when I watched it. Be forewarned, it has a little bit of adult (or exceedingly juvenile, depending how you look at it) humor in it.