petey and lars

so Courtney Love and a polar bear walk into a bar. . .

2011-02-01T19:07:00.000-05:00

Just a few days left till Manchild's arrival. I have left the nesting phase and entered hibernation. (This pleases Peter a great deal; in the fluffy white bathrobe that I wear at least several hours a day now, he thinks I look like a polar bear. I think it is very, very brave of him to say this out loud, and only the fact that my top land speed these days can charitably be described as "slothlike" has made it possible for him to say it more than once.)

OK, I kind of see his point. Throw in a Roku remote and a bigger belly and that guy in front is pretty much me.

My brain is also in hibernation. It just took me twenty minutes, five google searches, and three manuals to remember where the heck to load the paper in our printer. (Answer: paper tray. In the front of the printer. Labeled in letters 3 feet tall. Where it's always been.)

And this morning I did a Really Bad Thing that my brain was too slow to stop. I looked in the mirror; my bangs were too long; I picked up some scissors and everything went wahoonie-shaped. When I regained awareness fifteen minutes later the bathroom was ankle deep in hair. And I looked like this. Minus the chemically-enhanced (?) smile.

It's not that I don't know the rules. I KNOW that the old "just tidying them up" routine only works between sober hours of noon and 6pm. And I know that in between snips you must carefully lay down the scissors, examine your reflection critically, and make a measured judgment before resuming. But this morning my hibernating brain left my arm all alone, and my gleefully unsupervised arm kept chopping. And the best part is how the resulting mess is going to be documented For All Eternity in next week's obligatory hospital pictures.

Oh well. Having missed out on the chance to have our very own Awkward Pregnancy Photo, the least we can do is Awkward Hospital Photo.

pouf the magic dragon

2011-01-21T15:12:00.000-05:00

Two weeks (ok, and a bit) to go before Manchild appears. And I still have to learn how to install a carseat.

My nesting urges and my swollen feet are vying for preeminence. Like when I start scrubbing baseboards with a toothbrush, only to find I can't bend my ankles enough to get up again. But then I am in a perfect spot to crawl around on the floor and pick up lint by hand. Which, it turns out, is very rewarding. It doesn't solve the getting up problem, though.

A nesting urge that DOES work well with swollen feet is online shopping. It's hard (for my conscience) to argue with "it's for the BABY." Less hard for Peter to argue with that, somehow. My conscience is a bit of a pushover.

I decided the other day the VERY THING I needed to make the perfect nursery for Manchild so he grows up with the exact right amount of love/challenge/fun was a Moroccan pouf. Seriously. It's for the BABY.

The problem is Moroccan poufs are trendy and therefore pricey. But I found the excellent store From Morocco With Love, AND a 50% coupon (not sure when it expires, but try HOLIDAY30). And as a result, I now have a super cheery red leather pouf.

For, you know, the baby.

From Morocco With Love is also awesome because it's a nonprofit and funds projects in Morocco. So my purchase was for the baby AND the good of humanity. Conscience happy, baby soon-to-be-happy -- everyone wins.

one more baby blanket

2011-01-13T18:45:00.000-05:00

Ok I found the baby blanket to end all baby blankets. (Warning: the following image might cause your ovaries to explode. View at your own risk.)

Double-sided knit monkey goodness! And check out those simian faces -- some are winking, or sleeping, or puckering up. The mind boggles.

Now I'm going to go google cute baby animals until I run out of Kleenex. Seriously, I think my tear ducts are connected directly to my burgeoning uterus. You should've seen me trying to watch the fabulous documentary Babies last night. I think I may have had Peter a tad bit concerned.

Me: "Look, the Mongolian baby's crawling!" *sob* "Look, the American baby has the hiccups!" *sob* "The Namibian baby is blowing kisses, she's too precious, I can't stand it!" *extended sobbing and whimpering about how BEAUTIFUL and PURE babies are and maybe something about how they smell like angels and unicorns*

Peter: *turns on light, finds me floating in a puddle of tears* "Um, maybe we should watch something a little less intense."

I may or may not have hit him. But he may or may not have deserved it.

baby quilt roundup

2011-01-11T17:09:00.000-05:00

For Christmas I finished my first quilt EVAH. Yes I am a stud.

(Have I told you that a church leader made me promise as a teenager never to touch a sewing machine again? I think she was afraid I would maim myself or others. But I SHOWED HER, huh.)

I may be getting a bit too cocky, but having now become Accomplished Maker of Quilts, I feel like I ought to be able to whip a baby quilt together before Manchild makes his appearance. In 4 1/2 weeks. Am I nuts?

The next step is picking a pattern. I'm drawn to this super darling modern chain quilt (you can buy the pattern here).

Here's another awesome one that I would have to figure out how to recreate myself, not being authorized to pay this lovely store $320 to make it for me. Which would probably involve things like math and and measurements and manful attempts to not swear.

Then there's this baby blanket that's knit in a brainless garter stitch. But look at those colors! The evil geniuses at purlsoho have put together all kinds of yarn kits for this blanket with all kinds of breathtaking colorways.

YUM. Is it time for another project?

it just won't die

2011-01-10T18:25:00.001-05:00

Yay -- blog resurrection! I feel a little like Seriously So Blessed, who is always apologizing for not posting in forEVer. (As she wonders, chillingly, "if I don't blog it, does it even really happen?")

So I have been an epically bad blogger. But I figure with a bouncing baby boy due in just under 5 weeks, it's time to reestablish an online presence. Because I'm pretty sure we're going to have the adorablest, best-behaved, most darling baby of all time, and everyone will want to see millions of pictures and read about horrifying diaper disasters and so on. Amirite?

What have I been doing besides blogging? A little bit of traveling (let's see: Syria, California, London, Barcelona, Utah), a little bit of teaching, millions of projects (I even finished a couple dozen), writing a novel and a half, gestating in general. Oh and thinking up lots of Things I'll Never Do When I Have Kids. They're pretty much like this list from the ever-hysterical Pregnant Chicken.

As a present to you for actually reading this far, let me gift you this lovely image of a sweaty man crammed into a mouse costume selling balloons outside the Umayyad Mosque in Damascus. I'm not sure if he's an homage to the martyred Hamas Mickey Mouse look-a-like, or just some random woodland creature, but trust me he was super creepy in person. When I Have Kids I solemnly swear I will never let them near sinister possibly terrorist mice.

That's one promise I think I can keep.

a drop of golden sun

2010-02-16T21:34:00.000-05:00

My middle name is Rae, like a drop of golden sun. And this necklace makes the insane winter we've been having seem sunnier.

The price tag would make my house a little chillier, though.

These vintage $7 earrings make me happy too.

Here's a great print: babushkas AND sunshine. Try not to smile!

But my favorite all time sun painting is this one, with Akhenaten. (Speaking of: did you see the awesome Egyptology news?) I love the sun's hands, and how its feeding ankhs -- little vitamin D packets -- to Akhenaten and Nefertiti.

Man, I need me some sunshine. Who's up for a cruise?

from The Novelist

2010-02-15T19:25:00.000-05:00

Lovelies,

It turns out February's been rough on my blog. I started a crazy challenge to write a novel -- 50,000 words -- in 30 days. My brother and two sisters are in on the madness too. I've just passed 23,000 words: 15 days and 27,000 words to go. I've always wanted to write a novel and even though this one is, well, craptastic, I'm thrilled to finally be getting something down. (Plus, once it's done I plan to start referring to myself in third person as "The Novelist." As in, "The Novelist requires breakfast in bed" and "The Novelist is too busy writing A Novel to do laundry this week.")

Although it's taken a toll on my blogging. Sorry about that. Words are pretty much leaking out my ears by the end of the day and they won't seem to stay on the computer screen.

I sure am thinking about books, though.

These book cover postcards are fantastic.

I covet this anthropologie book wallpaper. I'd love to have it line the walls and ceiling of a reading nook. I'd love to have a reading nook. And while we're at it, how about a pony?

Here's a lovely book box to hide treasures in.

And, for reading, a new favorite:

presidents day

2010-02-11T19:46:00.003-05:00

Nowhere within a 50 mile radius is celebrating presidents day this year, in a desperate attempt to lower the number of days school will be going in june -- but we can still celebrate!

to wear:
this clever founding fathers wig necklace.

to read:
Mornings on Horseback: The Story of an Extraordinary Family, a Vanished Way of Life and the Unique Child Who Became Theodore Roosevelt by David McCullough. I haven't read this yet, but I might have to get it. Most of what I know about Theodore Roosevelt comes, shamefully, from Arsenic and Old Lace.

to listen to:
1776 soundtrack.

to watch:
this chilling documentary on North Korea. Who's grateful for good leaders?

snomore!

2010-02-10T16:22:00.000-05:00

Actually I love a good snow storm, but this has been insanity. And we've been hit again, after we spent 7 hours over the weekend digging ourselves and neighbors out. My back's still recovering.

Still, we have internet, we have electricity, and we have a kindle. So we're doing just fine.

Some other good news I wanted to share: Nahla passed her test! She is now an American citizen and can start working on getting her husband and son out of Nigerian refugee camps and into jobs and school. Thanks so much for all your positive thoughts and prayers. She worked so hard for this, and it is going to make her life so much better.

Have you seen this weatherman freaking out about last weekend's storm? He was right on. It really was that crazy. And that was before today's blizzard of insanity. 10 inches and counting. We still have whiteout conditions -- and they're talking about another storm on Sunday.

At least I'm getting a lot of knitting done.

stay warm!

2010-02-01T19:26:00.000-05:00

We've had snow snow snow -- which makes me want to buy things. I think it's some spin on hibernation. Must make the den as cozy as possible.

Anyway, here are my picks to brighten a winter's day.

To wear: divine leather hex goodness, $350. (A girl can dream!)

To cuddle: yummy Pottery Barn Kantha throw from used saris. (Not being sold yet -- watch for it this spring.)

To flaunt: comfy heels, $98.

To enchant: lovely suit in stunning color, $115.

Nahla

2010-01-28T17:30:00.001-05:00

So I teach ESL to homeless adults. My students are mostly women just leaving abusive husbands and learning to do everything for the first time -- drive, work, go to school. Only one of my students is happily married. Except her husband and 10 year old son are stuck in a refugee camp in Nigeria, and she's only seen her son 4 times.

We'll call her Nahla. Nahla's from Somalia and, until my class, had never set foot in a classroom. Although her spoken English is pretty good, she'd never learned to read -- not in English, not in Somali. She's incredible, one of those Glinda the Good people who travel in their own pink happiness bubble. The one thing that's holding Nahla back is being separated from her family. She's tried and tried to get them over here, but they can never get a visa. Even worse, because her husband's a refugee, he isn't allowed to work, and her son isn't allowed to go to school. A few years ago there was a refugee round up and her husband and son were jailed. She had to muster together several thousand dollars to get them released. Her 10 year old son was JAILED in Nigeria. The mind boggles.

But that was when the economy was good and she had a job; now she worries they'll be jailed again and she won't be able to get them out. Which is why she's so desperate to pass the citizenship test and become an American. That way she can bring them over. Her son could actually go to school for the first time. Nahla had been eligible to take the test for a few years, but had always been too frightened because the English is really hard. (Seriously: what is a non-native speaker supposed to do with the question "which of the following is not one of the constitutional requirements to be eligible to become president?" The questions are insanely difficult, even for someone who speaks English and knows American history. Quick: "what INS form is used to apply to become a naturalized citizen?")

Nahla recently decided that she could start to study for the test. The test is so hard, I was doubtful she'd be able to make any headway, and for several weeks, she didn't. But then all of a sudden something clicked and she could remember questions and memorize answers for literally the first time in her life. She attributes it to God; she fasted all daylight hours in December in preparation for this test.

She takes the test tomorrow. If you have spare prayers/ meditations/ positive thoughts, could send them her way?

rope jewelry

2010-01-27T13:42:00.001-05:00

Jewelry's on my mind. I'm tardy to the rope party, but found these great pieces I wanted to share anyway.

For $230, Sabrina Dehoff has this divine 4- strand rope:

Here's a great necklace from Munted Kowhai (though I would probably change the necklace's name). I bought earrings from this store and love them. The necklace is only $35.

Greedy Girl, a must-read blog, had a post today about wonderful The Vamoose. This knotty nautical bauble is $29.

I couldn't pull off this necklace ($65), but I know some of you who could:

These bracelets smell like sunshine! And they're only $4 a pop.

valentine jewelry

2010-01-26T16:49:00.000-05:00

We covered Valentine's Day cards; now for jewelry! As Mae West said, "I have always felt a gift diamond shines so much better than one you buy for yourself."

Geek love.

Loving Naomi Murrell's cheery necklace -- I'm on a big wood pendant kick.

Hourglasses are crazy romantic; is it the "gather ye rosebuds while ye may" subtext?

So charming, my favorite color combo, and people! That's velvet frigging ribbon!

Understated and adorable. If I had a brother who had a girlfriend, I would nag nag nag him to buy her this. (Good thing you're off the hook, brothers mine.)

Because hearts are fantastic. And girls love sparklies.

Tooth-achingly sweet.

letterpress valentine cards

2010-01-25T14:19:00.001-05:00

Letterpress cards make my heart beat faster. Here's a roundup of my Valentine faves.

So you love a geologist? Mazel tov. Get this card from egg press.

Scallops, diving bird, pepto-bismol pink, cute murderous infant -- that's amore!

Because nothing says "you light up my life" better than a Mexican wrestler. Or two.

I adore Zeichen Press, and also this "strange and wonderful" card. (Also adore the word "trilobite." If that is in fact a trilobite. Not sure. Still: trilobite. Trilobite trilobite trilobite.)

Simple and gorgeous. Possibly gorgeous enough to work as a "what the what? Was yesterday February 14th AGAIN?" card.

When you know exactly what you want for Valentine's.

For the Pandora aficionado: juxebox love.

Hate Valentines Day? Or suffer from low blood sugar? Either way, here you go.

favorite recent blogs

2010-01-21T17:18:00.010-05:00

Since I've been, um, embarrassingly incommunicado for a while, I have billions of links and movies and books to share.

Top Three Recent Fantastic Blog Discoveries

1. Neo-Traditionalist

I only found this blog a few weeks ago, but already it's becoming a highlight of my daily Google Reader ritual. It combines impeccably curated finds and a lovely, restful layout: be still, my heart!

2. Rikshaw Design

Along with the eponymous store, this is a treasure trove of boho sensibility. The store carries hand-blocked sheets for the little folk, but a line of grown-up goodies is rolling out soon. And in the meantime, the blog is a great source of eye candy. Like this wonderful Australian store, Fenton & Fenton.

3. Passive Aggressive Notes

Word of advice: run to the bathroom before you start reading this collection of real, live, whacked out passive aggressiveness. As a veteran of, wait for it I figured this out one time, 67 roommates, and a former cubicle dweller, I can totally relate to these.

you can do it, frankie! just liiiiive!

2010-01-21T16:43:00.003-05:00

Well guess who's still alive.

Top Three Reasons I'm Back to Blogging

1. The power
2. The prestige
3. It makes me happy to write every day
   3a. and by "every day" I mean . . . three times a week.
   3b. cause that's reasonable, right? as a starting point?

home. sweeeet home!

2009-02-11T17:54:00.006-05:00

Hubba hubba.

Oh, honey.

Please, please: be mine.

This gorgeous Moorish home (in Key West, whoudda thought it?) was built by a team of Moroccan artisans who camped out in Florida for a year. (Hilariously, they got weekly check-up visits from the FBI.)

I love love love it. The hand tiled floors, the incredible wood ceilings, the mashrabiya screens -- I swear we are meant for each other.

I figure all that stands between us is about $50 mil. Well, that and my poor sweet husband, who is still coming to terms with our awesome new wallpaper.

Check out more photos and details at Architectural Digest. (Seeing this house alone was worth our magazine subscription. Which, come to think of it, we didn't pay for. Thanks for the Christmas gift, Amberphivia!)

"no one says, 'it started off as a bet, but now I really do love you'"

2009-02-06T13:24:00.003-05:00

Here's a very funny little movie about all the chick flick cliches He's Just Not That Into You does NOT contain. Number 6 is my favorite.

Though I'm still not convinced the movie will be that great. I mean, all that awesome talent and the trailers STILL put me to sleep? Meh. I'd rather spend my $12 on evil doppelganger mothers any day.

color blindness

2009-02-05T19:10:00.005-05:00

Genius s-i-l and I have started a killer knitting project. It's a stunning two-color alpaca blanket. Words do not do it justice.

Voila.

Fabulous, right?

I've never done colorwork, and s-i-l's never done knitting, but little things like that are not going to stand between us and this blanket of deliciousness.

Yesterday we got the yarn, we threw on some Desperate Housewives, and we plunged in.

The actual knitting isn't that bad. In fact, it's making me feel quite smug to blithely knit away with TWO COLORS ! in my hands. (Of course, that's due far more to the brilliant Mason-Dixon girls than to my native intelligence.)

But here's the problem:

Dear readers, is it too green? Is it reminiscent of putrid bodily effluvia? Is it, worse, BORING?

Please advise.

Love,

Laura

time to start thinking about vday presents

2009-01-30T16:35:00.003-05:00

Is this the coolest thing or what?

"Pride and Prejudice and Zombies features the original text of Jane Austen's beloved novel with all-new scenes of bone-crunching zombie action."

What a great way to finally get your man interested in Austen.

snowday

2009-01-28T18:12:00.004-05:00

This wonderful video is perfect accompaniment for today's ice storm.

wallflowers

2009-01-27T15:10:00.003-05:00

I don't know if it's cabin fever or what, but lately I just want to decorate decorate decorate.

Two years ago, I bought some glorious wallpaper from Anthropologie. It's been tucked in the back of the coat closet ever since. Until TODAY!

Before:

After:

Wahoo!

Pete still hasn't noticed the dining room light facelift; I'm betting he'll notice this a tad sooner.

DIY lighting step-by-step guide

2009-01-26T15:43:00.010-05:00

step 1: Finally get fed up with foul cheapo brass dining room light fixture.

step 2: Get brilliant suggestion from brilliant s-i-l to spray paint the whole nasty thing and thus baptize it into a new life of sky-blue beauty.

step 3: Swear brilliant s-i-l to secrecy, under principle of it being easier to ask forgiveness of one's husband than permission.

step 4a: Have plans spoiled by blabbing b-i-l who runs out and tells whole world, including husband, of secret spray-painting plans.

step 4b: Spend all weekend in the doghouse.

step 5: Buy genius candlesleeves from kaarskoker.

step 6: Wait anxiously for mail. Open package, cut gorgeous sleeves to right length, slide onto chandelier. Throw away hideous shades. Use blue bulbs just for the heck of it.

step 7: Bask in the glory that is my new chandelier.

step 8: Make bets on how long it'll take husband to notice . . .

hit the road, jack (but stylishly!)

2009-01-22T16:15:00.005-05:00

I've only been back home for three weeks, but I'm feeling some wanderlust kicking in.

If I could go anywhere: Marrakesh.

If I could take anything: a fabulous (flatten-able!) suitcase.

Climb, dollar, climb!

get your bronte on, yo

2009-01-21T17:23:00.006-05:00

Until February 1st, you can watch PBS' new Masterpiece Theatre adaptation of Wuthering Heights online! Episode 1 is here; the second and final episode premiers Sunday.

Sure, it's a depressing story with depraved and/or diabolical characters. The setting is bleak and the ending is bleaker. But -- and here's why I'm watching the movie though I can't stand the book -- it's so darn pretty.

Fancy costumes + fancy British elocution = I will watch whatever the heck you put before me.

And online? With Burn Gorman (aka Bleak House's Guppy)? Wild horses couldn't keep me away.

got the giggles

2009-01-15T15:41:00.002-05:00

Oh my, I can't stop watching this. 24 seconds of unadulterated joy, folks.

creepy button eyes

2009-01-13T14:38:00.006-05:00

I promised Katherine a blog post, so here's one specially for her.

Neil Gaiman wrote a wonderful book called Coraline; it's the only children's book I've ever read that's given me nightmares. I still sometimes shiver when I'm all alone and I can feel all the mirrors in my house come alive . . .

Freaky, fabulous book. Some geniuses, bless them, have turned it into a 3D movie. It comes out on February 6. After watching the trailer, I am counting the days.

The movie's made of old school stop-gap whatever and CGI: the entire set is handmade, and everything's itty bitty. Like, there's a knitter who knits costumes on needles as thick as a human HAIR. Each 2" high garment takes her between 6 weeks and 6 months to make. I mean, seriously. I cringe at anything smaller than a size 5.

The movie's website is a brilliant way to waste some time. It's visually wonderful, and full of goodies. There are sweater patterns, free bookmarks, movies about dancing mustaches -- what a perfect mid-week pick-me-up!

And the offline marketing is also excellent. There are super purty Coraline walls popping up in NYC, Georgetown (I think I need to make a pilgrimage), and Chicago. The cool gimmicks are the best part, like the cameras that put your face up on the wall as you walk by, but replace your eyes with buttons.

Yummy. I'm getting freaked out already.

PS: I've repented of my long absence (packing, vacation in Europe, unpacking, packing, vacation in Utah, unpacking, pretending to be a responsible adult). Now I'm back to blogging for reals. I swear.

on my way

2008-11-18T16:03:00.002-05:00

All righty, I'm off. You all have great Thanksgivings!

This might help.

nothing rotten here

2008-11-17T17:05:00.004-05:00

In our please-let-it-become-annual tradition of spending Thanksgivings out of the country, we're headed off to Copenhagen! And London! And Edinburgh!

The first half of the trip is ostensibly for business; for Pete there is no "ostensible" about it, but I will support him in his career by visiting billions of cool museums (and is it just me, or does the way Danish look make you giggle too?) and wandering beautiful streets and maybe going on the world's highest carousel.

Erase that "maybe." After checking out youtube, wild horses couldn't keep me away.

Mmm tasty!

Speaking of tasty, we celebrated Thanksgiving early, just in case the U.K. doesn't have turkeys, or in case the European-sized oven proves an insurmountable obstacle. You never know.

Le Menu de Thanksgiving chez petey and lars et avec Ruthie and Amberpherivia:

- Turkey, cooked with the revolutionary new Cooks Illustrated method where you cook it in pieces, and not in one gigantic carcass. I highly recommend it--white meat stayed juicy, dark meat was salmonella-free. It also made the best gravy I have ever et.

- Brussels sprouts with pistachios (sooo good, I swear. Recipe here.)

- Bacon and apple stuffing; Cooks Illustrated hit another home run.

- Green beans with tarragon and lime. Yup, C. I. again. Didn't love this recipe, though it was a fun twist on a traditional classic.

- Light-as-a-dream hot rolls to die for, via Shirley Corriher in her incredible Cookwise. Can't say enough about this fantastic book.

- Sweet potatoes courtesy of Amberpher, emphasis on the Amber. Everyone loved em, except me, but I'm deeply prejudiced and think yams, like mosquitos and the 495/I-270 interchange, were a giant cosmic mistake.

- Pumpkin pie from le freezer. Life is too short to mess with pie crusts.

- Melt-in-your-mouth chocolate cupcakes, adapted from this great recipe posted on Chocolate & Zucchini. I didn't quite get the cooking time right, but it didn't matter. This was still bliss. It may be my favorite cupcake recipe of all time, and I've tried a few. The texture's awesome, it's simple to whip up, and it tastes like all your wildest dreams come true. The cake's rich enough that all it needed was a dollop of whipping cream on top.

Bliss.

counting the gray hairs

2008-11-13T18:15:00.006-05:00

So I've been getting some odd catalogues lately. (Not as odd as the ones we got when we first moved in though: I feel like I know A LOT about the previous owners.) Yesterday's catalogue, though, has ensured that I will spend the rest of my life here dodging the mailman.

Behold:
Can you tell by the name? How about the subtitle, "Support, Comfort, Independence"?Apparently some consumer algorithm's been tracking my spending habits at yarn stores, and concluded that I really am over 80 and in need of all kinds of orthopedic aids.

But it makes for interesting reading; Support Plus has an array of ingenious products and even more ingenious copy-writing. Here's some of the best: a phone speaker headlined "Don't Miss the Joy of Friendly and Loving Phone Conversation!" Aww, sweet. I'm reminded of the awesome seminary video The Mailbox -- I'm trying desperately but unsuccessfully to find it online, first time youtube has ever failed me, but it's all about this lovely old lady who lives alone and spends her WHOLE DAY waiting for the mail. She never gets any letters, ever, because her grandchildren are ungrateful little slobs, and on one lonely trek to the mailbox she ends up slipping on the ice and dies cold and alone and is eaten by wolves. Or maybe I dreamt that part.

Anyway, good movie, and that lovely old lady would've ADORED this catalogue. And Friendly and Loving Phone Conversation could've brightened her lonely days.

Another attention-grabber promises you can FINALLY "Overcome the Difficulties of Cutting Toenails!" As we all know, "getting to the toenail cutting position is hard enough. This clipper multiplies your hand strength and helps prevent injury. Very well made." Toenail cutting injuries? I think I just came up with a great new House episode.

I also heart the $4.95 non-slip rubber doorknob sleeve, with, get this, anti-microbial protection. I'm adding this to my Thanksgiving litany: I'm grateful to be able to turn doorknobs on my own. Even if they ARE covered in microbes.

OK, just found a super excellent product and just in time for the holidays: you can "Maintain Independence & Hygeine" with a Self Wipe Toliet Aid. It's "helpful and discreet, for people who have difficulty performing self-hygiene when using the toilet." Hee. White elephant gift, anyone?

you're interrupting my sleeping time

2008-11-12T12:25:00.004-05:00

Good freaking gravy. This is crazy cool.

christmastime in the suburbs

2008-11-12T08:38:00.005-05:00

The sudden cold weather makes everything feel like Christmas--it's too early but I'm ready for hall-decking.

This wreath would be fantastic, no?

And for decking out oneself, look at these Australian lovelies:

Sweet rose pendant here, outback-boulder inspired earrings here.

vogon poetry

2008-11-11T15:28:00.003-05:00

Oh dear, I have been a baaad blogger. It's cause I WANT to blog about my trip to the Middle East, because it was fabulous and I must remember it 4evah, but when I sit down to actually write it, I feel so . . . daunted.

So today I'll tell you some work stories instead. Nice, manageable work stories.

One of the best things about my ESL job is I get to teach whatever I want, however I want. There's no one breathing over my shoulder and no one fighting me for control. HOWever, we recently hired an extra teacher. I'll call him Dr. Bob (he insists on the "Dr.").

Dr. Bob's teaching role in our organization was supposed to be fairly limited, and he and I were not supposed to interact. But in a brilliant display of the principle "Say It Loud and Long Enough and You'll Get Whatever You Want," he ended up worming his way into ALL the classes as a co-teacher. So MY CLASSES, my precious precious classes, got invaded by Attila the Hun.

Now Dr. Bob looks great on paper (that blasted "Dr." ) but in the classroom, he's a barbarian. He hollers at the students, he takes 45 minute smoke breaks, he irritates the stuffing out of me, and, worst of all, he doesn't teach anything. His idea of teaching is spending a couple of hours reading out loud poems he's composed. The problem is 1) they're crappy poems and 2) he's reading them to students who are BARELY LITERATE. This helps them learn what, exactly?

Actually, I take that back. Learning to suffer obnoxious people without employing throttling is definitely a useful job skill (and apparently one I have yet to learn). But Dr. Bob certainly isn't helping with the English teaching. In fact, he seems to think he's one of the students. When I ask a question like "OK, class, how do we spell 'pencil'?" he waves his hand wildly in the air and shouts "P - E - N- C - I - L!" and grins at me, apparently waiting for congratulations. He's just lucky the P - E - N - C - I - L doesn't find its way up his nose.

Juuuuust kidding. I would never advocate violence. But I certainly do advocate going to one's boss (and going back, and going back again) and trying to get Dr. Bob fired. Apparently I've learned something from him after all, because if you say it loud enough and long enough, sometimes you do get what you want. I just found out Dr. Bob is outta here.

It's just in time, too. He's spent all week interrupting me in the middle of teaching (who DOES that?) and trying to sell me a self-written, self-published children's book, telling me it would be a great ($30!!) holiday present. There are no children I hate that much.

So here's to freedom from Dr. Bob, and freedom from his hideous poetry.

Aegiptos

2008-10-27T13:33:00.006-04:00

I loved Egypt first for Ramses' sake. That's Elizabeth Peters' Ramses, of course; hotter than wet-shirt Darcy and with ten times the brainpower. (Someday I plan an e-card site dedicated to his archeological perfection.)

After a few visits and several months in Cairo, my relationship with Egypt is different, less starstruck. Naguib Mahfouz, Egyptian Nobel Laureate, said that Cairo is like meeting your beloved in old age; I'm not a Cairene, but I think he's right. There is plenty in Egypt to adore (the sweet carb overload of koshari, golden limestone igniting at sunset, rollicky Egyptian Arabic jabbing like a mirthful elbow in your ribs) and there is plenty to flinch from.

My last time in Cairo, I'd left cheerfully. I'd been studying Arabic solo for a few months and was eager to get back to my fantastic new boyfriend and hassle-free streets. So on this trip I was pretty surprised when the magical smell of burning trash and scorching Sahara made me tear up right there in the Cairo airport. (Of course, I teared up at The Secret Life of Bees, too: indications are good that I am a sap.)

I spent our 72 hours in Egypt in a daze of jetlag and nostalgia. The pyramids were as impossibly huge as ever (and as impossibly smelly: we all emerged from our excursion inside one dripping with sweat and reeking of cat pee); the traffic was as charmingly insane. The smog was--well, look at this picture taken from our airplane. Perfect blue sky, meet Cairo.

We spent a day in Luxor, which, for all its jillions of tourists, still feels pretty chill. Here's a load of bananas going who-knows-where. And there really is something thrilling about the Valley of the Kings: you look around to see dirt, dirt, dirt, and oh, here's buried treasure. (If you haven't read Howard Carter's account of finding King Tut, you're in for a treat.)

Our Cairo hotel, InterContinental Citystars was absurdly decadent, Luxor's Sofitel --despite being literally on the Nile-- just couldn't compare.

We spent (not enough) time at the Egyptian Museum, where I could wander happily for weeks a la Mrs Basil E. Frankweiler, Coptic Cairo, and of course the temples of Luxor and Karnak. I dragged Becky and Ann to the wild Khalili bazaar, where we were (not unwillingly) accosted by scores of henna girls, men selling the same exact silver necklace, beggars, wannabe cab drivers, and slick-as-cow-snot hawkers.

On our way home, our taxi driver, who was a very nice man, confided that we were Answer to Prayer, because our American passports would let us into the Duty Free Store, right next to our hotel, which contained the foreign alcohol he desparately needed for his niece's wedding later that week. Pushover Ann agreed to help out. And that, Mom and Dad, is why my passport now says with "Three Alcohol Units; Three Cigarette Units." I swear.

I'm pretty sure the cigarettes weren't for his niece.

aaaaand i'm back: the overview

2008-10-24T13:26:00.010-04:00

Why hello there! I'm back from a terrific Middle Eastern trip, and well overdue blogging about it. Leslie and Konga have already beat me to the punch.

My camera's got 391 pictures from 14 days of traveling; we saw brillions and brillions of things. I only got through one book, that's how busy we were. I want to write about el tripo in some detail, because some day I hope to play tour guide myself. It's totally understandable if you'd rather drink camel spit than read about every single freaking tell, so to make skipping easier, I'll give a trip overview here, and then blog in separate entries about the rest.

The trip was an official tour, my very first, and it worked out quite well. There were about 40 of us, mostly family -- great aunts and second cousins and uncles et al. (Poor Peter couldn't make it; he had to stay home with the nose to the grindstone. Bless his reliable heart.) We all crammed onto a bus with local tour guide, corporate tour guide, bus driver, security guard, and Mike Wilcox from the U of UT (Biblical history superstar), and proceeded to blast through Egypt, Jordan, and Israel/Palestine.

I've spent time in these countries and neighboring ones before (up to a sum total of 12 1/2 months now, woot!) but it's always been to study the language, and I've enjoyed myself most when hanging out with the local folk and exploring solo. This time was much more traditional (some might say "ugly") tourist. We were whisked en masse from bus to site to bus to store to bus to hotel. So it wasn't quite the cultural experience I've had before, because pretty much every moment of every day was scripted. Also, we were totally subject to the local guide's lust for commi$$ion; because we were herded to specific restaurants and specific souvenir stores, we paid Maximum Rip-off Price for felafels and trinkets. (Seriously. $13 a felafel sandwich is absurd, no matter how lousy the dollar is right now.)

There were some advantages to being part of a tour group, though. Not having to organize the logistics of travel (negotiating with cab drivers, figuring out where to eat, tracking down hotels) meant we were able to see an incredible number of things in a very short time. The historical lectures we got, particularly in Israel and Palestine, were also exceptional. Traveling with such pleasant people was another real plus, and so was getting access to some extraordinary sites (like an active archaelogical dig that was uber Indiana Jones). I would totally do it again.

And the loot? I bought me: 3 necklaces (turquoise, dove w/olive branch, and widow's mite, which occasioned some very elaborate and probably illegal early morning meet ups), a fabulously gooey mud mask from the dead sea, and a lovely lion-n-lamb olive wood piece.

Great family. Great place. Great trip.

gone camel riding

2008-10-04T22:57:00.003-04:00

I'm off to Cairo, Luxor, Amman, Jerusalem and a bunch of places in between. Common denominators: camels and hummus. Yeah, I'm pretty much blissed out.

If there's internet, I may blog a bit; if not, I'll catch you in a couple of weeks! Yallah ciao!

"If I'd known how much packing I'd have to do, I'd've run again." - Harry S. Truman

2008-10-02T16:43:00.011-04:00

I've got the pre-trip jitters, which I'm calming by overpreparing. Today, for example, I bought a bunch of nonessentials that MIGHT make my trip more fun but will probably just contribute to massive overweight luggage fines.

Still, some of the gadgets are pretty cool. Behold:

From top right clockwise, we've got a DIGITAL LUGGAGE SCALE. I could, of course, just buy a scale--but this is so much cuter. I am also relieved to not have to worry about the wild checked-to-carry-on scramble at check in, which always seems to result in my underwear or dirty socks being exposed to public scrutiny.

(My desk chair, incidentally, weighs 11.2 pounds. A half-full gallon of milk is 10.2 lb, and my new cookie sheets, at 2lbs, weigh the same as my left foot. I'm kind of addicted.)

I also got earplugs that are supposed to prevent congested ears from messily imploding with airplane pressure changes. Isn't that the worst? It's like aural kidney stones.

I got luggage locks (I'll be rooming with my sisters, and I so do not trust them to keep their hands of my DVD collection), moleskin (why are comfy shoes so impossible to find?), and a hunk of good-enough-to-eat Godmother soap from Lush. Although unless my luggage scale is particularly affable, I'll have to leave the soap at home.

Still to pack: billions of ziploc bags, billions of paperbacks, and billions of knitting projects. My greatest fear in foreign travel is boredom. I was hoping to get Leslie's sweater done before the trip, but the lace is proving a worthy foe. Note to self: must learn basic math. "Repeat four more times" actually means a total of FIVE repeats is required.

Here's the lace for the back of the sweater. It's unblocked, so it will get much prettier. And the best part. . . it only weighs a tenth of a pound!

how did people stay home sick before the internets?

2008-09-30T08:47:00.003-04:00

Have just discovered xkcd, which is excellent news, as I've run out of BBC miniseries, dayquil, and Spore levels.

bulbous bouffant

2008-09-26T14:58:00.002-04:00

My family's loved this dialogue for years--and I just found this perfect animation for it.

Hooray for gaberdine! And have a terrific weekend!

you stylish traveler, you

2008-09-25T08:15:00.008-04:00

In two weeks, I'm going on a glorious Middle Eastern tour with extended family, and I'm so excited I can barely stand it. I was thinking about it so fixedly this morning, that I caught myself trying to shave my legs with a toothbrush. Oy.

There's much to do before I leave for happy hummus lands. I should probably fold the laundry that's been heaped on the floor since August, and I ought to finally figure out how to unclog the second sink in our bathroom, and I definitely need to find appropriately adorable travel accouterments. Like iPod cases, baggage tags and passport holders.

I've been checking out the passport holders, at least, and am so amazed by all the adorable options out there that I can't believe I've gone this long without one. And if you're already stressing about Christmas gifting like I am, may I suggest a passport holder is an excellent gift option for the have-everything kind of recipient. They're affordable, cheap to ship, and a perfect blend of practicalness and whimsy.

Here's one from duct tape -- nice and urban.

I love the selection at buyolympia, which includes the crash position one above. They've also got a great pirate n' octopus fight on one of their passport holders; I imagine it would be very comforting to travel with. If you were afflicted by food poisoning, or an amorous taxi driver (ah, how I love the Middle East), or construction outside your hotel you could at least take out your passport holder and realize life could be much, much worse: you could, after all, be a pirate monkey being throttled by an angry octopus.

I ended up going with a passport holder that's slightly less twelve-year-old-boy: this great thrush one from buyolympia is my fave.

More fun passport holders can be found here, here, and here. Nothing says, Security! I'm a innocuous! like a passport covered in skulls.

Enjoy. I'm off to go clean Peter's toothbrush--hope he hasn't noticed yet. Turns out, he may not miss me at ALL.

"i do not want people to be agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them." - jane austen

2008-09-23T14:50:00.008-04:00

I'm on one of those obsessive knitting jags where I can barely set my yarn down long enough to brush my teeth, so I'm watching a lot of movies to be background noise to my agonized screams and nearly-swears. (Knitting lace is pretty much my version of a hair shirt.) Autumn makes me feel cozy and domestic and in need of beautiful new clothing; naturally, then, I'm watching loads of Jane Austen movies.

Except of course the thing about Austen is, she's not that cozy. I just read the superlatively excellent Searching for Jane Austen by Emily Auerbach, and am now chock-full of Austen trivia. Did you know, for example, how hard her biographer-brother worked to edit her image after she died? He censored her letters before publishing them; he whitewashed her rowdy juvenilia; he even gussied up her only portrait so that she'd seem more compliant and sweet. Here's the original, painted by her sister:

Discontented expression, clenched arms, plain clothes, penetrating eyes.

Now here's the pretty-pretty version published by her brother:

There's more frills on the bonnet and dress; mouth is softer, eyes are calmer. Her arms are now genteelly clasped, and even her hair has been tamed

Which woman do YOU think would be more likely to quip, "I was as civil to them as their bad breath would allow"? Which woman would suggest, of a critic, "Kill poor Mrs Sclater if you like"?

And which woman would be more fun to invite to dinner?

All right. Mini-rant's over. I'm going back to my yarn.

(Hey. Feminists are knitters too.)

to everything there is a season

2008-09-22T14:06:00.003-04:00

Fall is the BEST. I could breathe nothing but fall for a year and still want more. I love the way everything gets golden; I love that fall smell(what IS that, anyway?); I love apples.

And I love it when ilee's releases next year's calendar. It's letter-pressed perfection, and happily much more affordable than ilee's (equally mouthwatering) custom-made invitations.

And it went on sale today. I won't tell you how long I spent this morning hitting refresh, waiting for it to -- finally! -- be posted.

Now I need just need to figure out what to do with my 2008 ilee calendar. It's waaaay too pretty to sit in a landfill somewhere. Anyone have any suggestions?

yo-ho is a jubilant and pleasant greeting

2008-09-19T16:24:00.008-04:00

So I've been a bit incommunicado this week. I blame it on 1) new books from Robin McKinley AND Elizabeth Peters, talk about holy embarass de richesse, 2) Spore, and 3) my co-teacher's horrifically imploding marriage, which means that I'm doing her job as well as mine while she tries to pick up the pieces of her shattered life.

And she's so unhappy that I feel a beast for wishing she thought work would help. She just told me she plans to be out for another 2 weeks. Argh and avast.

At least it's Talk Like a Pirate Day! What a fabulous way to start off the weekend!

If you're not a natural at pirate speak--hey, we all have different gifts--check out this incredibly informative video. (I find the music particularly soothing.)

bibliophibians

2008-09-15T18:00:00.007-04:00

(click to embiggen)

I've recently found Robin McKinley's wacky, footnoted blog (she rings bells! and tends roses!), and she linked to this awesome comic.

That is sooo me and Peter. Our townhome has a second bedroom which holds: one elliptical machine; seven pieces of Middle Eastern art that, to preserve our marriage, have been banished to the upstairs; and five thousand, two hundred and seventy-three books.

About seventeen of those books are Peter's.

Sigh. I see his point, but-- you can't throw away BOOKS! What if next Thursday or next April or next year I need to read this fascinating book on Eastern Shore seagulls? What if my future children need to read this 1950s copy of Black Beauty? What if some neighbor needs to borrow this book on the Balfour Declaration?

Next townhome we're getting three bedrooms--one for Peter's elliptical, and one for my books.

j'adorable

2008-09-12T15:00:00.002-04:00

just wanted to say...

I love this t-shirt.

baby blocks

2008-09-09T15:31:00.007-04:00

I've got a friend's baby shower coming up, and I am stumped on what to get. I think these cheerful wooden blocks would be a lovely gift--if they weren't $11 each.

Or what about these hand-crocheted alphabet blocks for $130? (Wow!)

Actually, my all-time favorite blocks are these Arabic alphabet ones. I love the retro graphics and the colors.

(Yes. I read waaaay too many mommy blogs.)

roller coasters, mariokart, and hurricanes

2008-09-08T17:52:00.005-04:00

We had family in town last week, including the M&M nephews, who whupped my sorry self in MarioKart. And this despite the fact that their combined age is 20. (Obviously, I need to practice more!)

Somehow, we were able to tear ourselves away from the Wii long enough to weekend in Williamsburg, which is a lovely place, and would have been lovelier without Tropical Storm Hanna. We knew we would only have a day of good weather; we knew Williamsburg is a historic treasure trove, with Yorktown and Jamestown only minutes away; we knew we would have to prioritize.

We spent all day at Busch Gardens.

Thanks to impending Hanna and, perhaps, to other travelers' keener sense of history, we were just about the only people at the park. It was glorious, and we rode the Griffon till we couldn't see straight. It's pretty much my idea of heaven: after a 205 foot climb, you're suspended face-down (just a leeetle too long) over a drop that DISAPPEARS BENEATH YOU. Harps of gold have nothing on that.

We did forsake the glories of Busch long enough to enjoy a fantastic meal in Colonial Williamsburg. The food was good enough, but the setting was enchanting.

Deciding to ride out the hurricane in our hotel, we made emergency trips to the store to stock up on cookie dough, baby food, the basics. We frolicked in the outdoor pool while we waited for Hanna to hit. It was rainy but not distractingly so.

We kept waiting for the storm, kept bracing ourselves, kept wondering if our cars were parked far away enough from tall trees. And nothing ever happened. It turns out we'd played Sharks and Minnows all the way through Dread Hanna.

Thank goodness for Busch Gardens. At least we got SOME thrills.

generosity

2008-09-02T14:18:00.003-04:00

And the nie nie cupcakes go to... Patrick! He outbid everyone, including, generously, his own self.

Thanks very much indeed for participating here and elsewhere! If you're not done yet, there's still some auctions going on, and a great promotion from fantastic photographer Jonathan Canlas. I chose our wedding photographer because she'd studied with him (but was, uh, a better budget fit). If you're thinking about getting family photos done this month, check out his super kind offer.

We've got family visiting so I'll probably be posting more heavily next week.

Happy end of summer!

nie nie day auction: cupcakes

2008-08-28T09:38:00.013-04:00

I'm hosting an auction today in honor of my brother-in-law's sister, Stephanie Nielson, who was recently in a plane crash with her husband Christian. They were severely burned, and remain in critical condition. With over 80% of her body burned, Stephanie in particular is in for months of recovery. They have four small children.

Stephanie's well-known on the internets for her blog Nie Nie Dialogues, and since her accident, there's been a huge outpouring of love and support from literally around the world. (You can read more about the Nielsons and how to help here.)

Today's been declared Nie Nie Day; hundreds of bloggers are hosting silent auctions, with all proceeds going to the Christian and Stephanie Nielson Rehab Fund. You can see a list of all the auctions here (hand-made jewelry! signed BYU football roster!).

I'm auctioning off three hand-knitted cupcakes. They've got cherries on top, multicolored sprinkles, and detachable wrappers--I think they're too cute for words. They'd be great as birthday present toppers, or as baby toys; they're stuffed with filler and super soft. You can pick the colors, or I'll pick 'em for you.

So here're the rules: leave a comment to bid on the cupcakes (using whole dollars), and leave your email or blog address. This auction will run till midnight EST on Sunday, Aug 31st. I'll post the winner, and if it's you, I'll contact you directly. Then you'll pay the amount of the winning bid to the Nielson Rehab PayPal Account (click on the button below).

Once you've contributed, forward me an email of the paypal receipt to peteynlars@gmail.com. I'll make your cupcakes and send em out (free shipping!) pronto.

Even if you're totally uninterested in knitted cupcakes (the mind boggles!), check out some of the other auctions going on to benefit the Nielsons. There's some pretty incredible stuff. And it's a pretty incredible endeavor, the way hundreds of people have been touched by this tragedy and come together to try and help. Gives you faith in humanity.

bobble baubles

2008-08-27T17:46:00.004-04:00

I love love love this jacket from Vogue Knitting Fall 08. The colors are wild and the details fabulous. I drool over those puffed sleeve bobbles.

Sweaters are still waaaaay out of my comfort level, but this one is so delectable I might have to tackle it.

First: convince one of my sisters they NEED this. I knit much quicker when it's for someone else. (Alas for my poor neglected cupcakes.)

Second: find a really patient knitting mentor.

barrezueta baubles

2008-08-26T10:11:00.004-04:00

During vacation I came across Lorena Barrezueta's lovely work. (And also: that's a really fun name to say. Barrezueta. Barrezueta.) She's got gorgeous pottery pieces, and has just started a jewelry line with these little beauties:

Ceramic pendants with 24k gold ASL letters. Yum. This is going on my Buying-As-Soon-As-I-Can-Figure-Out-How-To-Justify-It-List. It's a pity that ASL "L" and the sign for "loser" are the same, but I won't let that stop me.

She's also got some very funny bracelets.

The jewelry's all sold privately, with prices here.

bathtub baubles

2008-08-25T18:40:00.006-04:00

When my folks moved to London, like, last week, they sold their house and everything in it. Everything, that is, that I didn't claim first.

One of the things I got dibs on first was a fabulous set of glass globe candleholders. They're hung on nice-enough-to-eat chocolate velvet ribbon, and Momma had them suspended over her soaking tub. (I tried to claim the tub, too, but it wouldn't fit in the car. Or, for that matter, in my bathroom.)

Today I managed to hang them over MY bathtub.

You may not realize how epic that statement is. Context: when it comes to DIY-ing, I have the anti-Midas touch. Everything I touch turns to rust and ruin. For example. There are 3, count 'em, 3 toilet paper holders in our house, all installed by me, and all, Peter has since pointed out, upside down. The paper towel holder I screwed into the kitchen wall unscrews itself weekly; every successfully hung painting hides behind it several dozens of a-little-higher-now-over-to-the-right nail holes.

But this time? 7 baubles: 7 holes. I'm feeling GOOD.

Now all I need is a long, hot bath.

afghaniziristan

2008-08-22T14:28:00.006-04:00

I just finished my Biggest Knitting Project Ever. Everything was big: the needles, the space under my couch the yarn took up, the finished blanket, my pride in getting 'er done.

My grandma gave this blanket as Christmas gifts last year. I fell in love with it then, and resolved to take up knitting. It's just so darn cuddlylicious, to quote a Project Runway contestant. (This blanket has seen a lot of Project Runway.) I like the simplicity and the sophistication of the cables. Seed stitch, the background, is my favorite stitch.

I've sent it off to the Old World to cheer my now-expatriate family in their time of exile. Ha. As if. They are living it up in London, and this blanket wants to get in on the fun.

And so do I. We're planning a Thanksgiving trip out there, and I am already s-k-y-d psyched!

what i'm reading

2008-08-21T15:19:00.013-04:00

This is a list of the books that are now or have recently been on my nightstand. And dresser, and couch, and floor. I keep it more-or-less updated, and it's be accessible from that handy tab up top. I'm always looking for new reads, and I'd love to hear books you're into.

Three Cups of Tea, by Greg Mortenson and David Relin

I resisted reading this for a long time, thinking it was cheezy inspiration fiction. Turns out it's actually cheezy inspiration NON-fiction, and absolutely wonderful.

The Fire, by Katherine Neville

I adore The Eight. But this-- this is unreadable Da Vinci Code knock-off drivel. No offense.

Good Poems for Hard Times, collected by Garrison Keillor

This great collection of poems, from classic to modern, has gotten me reading poetry again.

The Daughter of Time, by Josephine Tey

A lovely read about revisiting Richard III. I always forget what a good writer Tey is until I pick her up again.

The Murders of Richard III, by Elizabeth Peters

Fun fluff.

Bakewise, by Shirley Corriher

This is more than just a cookbook, y'all. It is genius INSIGHT into the SOUL of cooking.

Collected Poems, by John Donne

Holy cow, how have I never been obsessed with him before! Well, I'm making up for lost time now.

Sonnets, by Petrarch

I originally picked this up because of his muse's name; I keep coming back to them because of the lovely lovely language.

Reaper Man, by Terry Pratchett

Tasty.

Maskerade, by Terry Pratchett

Phantom of the Opera spoof. What's not to love?

Jerusalem: One City, Three Faiths, by Karen Armstrong

A fascinating read by a fascinating author.

Jerusalem: The Eternal City, by Galbraith, Ogden, and Skinner

I've had this for a while, but I think this time I may finally get through it. It's a great historical, religious, linguistic, sociological, and political overview of the city. Pretty high-level, but hits all the main points.

The Life of Christ, by Frederic Farrar

Wonderful. Think Talmage but better.

Vicious Circle, by Mike Carey

Fun hardboiled gothic fluff.

The Likeness, by Tana French

Loved it as much as the first one.

In the Woods, by Tana French
Creepity psychological thriller. Just ordered the second one.

Waiter Rant, by The Waiter
Turns out the blog's better.

Nation, by Terry Pratchett
This is a very different Pratchett book than the other 37 of his I've read. Firstly, it's for young adults (but when has that ever stopped me); secondly, it's SERIOUS. There's still cleverness and wit and lovely lovely names--Biggleswick the Butler, Ermintrude Fanshaw (the Honorable Miss)--but the main themes are religion, colonialism, scientific inquiry, and, oh yes, death.

The Devil You Know, by Mike Carey
Recommended to the world by Robin McKinley (read her review here), and well worth the read. It's half ghost story, half hardboiled detective story, and full on compelling. Also, full of naughty words, so preview it before gifting it to Great Aunt Dotty Sue.

To Say Nothing of the Dog, by Connie Willis
A much-loved favorite. Especially laugh-out-loud for readers of Jerome K. Jerome and Dorothy Sayers.

Teaching Multilevel Classes in ESL, by Jill Sinclair Bell
Doing some much-needed reading up on how to do my job. This book is very sensible, but kind of overwhelming. The amount of prep time it assumes is approximately insane.

Men at Arms, by Terry Pratchett
Corporal Carrot is one of my favorite characters ever written. Angua is so not good enough for him.

The War Within, by Bob Woodward

Laughter of Dead Kings, by Elizabeth Peters
Meh. There's probably no way to top Night Train to Memphis, but this seemed so half-hearted.

Chalice, by Robin McKinley
A delight. I can't wait to read it again. [Liked it even more on second reading.]

Dreams of Trespass, by Fatima Mernissi.
I'd forgotten how great this fictional Moroccan memoir is. It's moving and good-tempered and really, really interesting.

Wit, by Margaret Edson.

A lovely play. The movie (with Emma Thompson!) is also great, although it made me a wee bit verklempt.

Organ Registration in Theory and Practice, by Harold Greer
Great. And holy cow technical.

Abigail Adams: A Biography, by Phyllis Lee Levin

Small Gods, by Terry Pratchett

Yay, a Pratchett I hadn't read! And this one, about theology and Greek philosophers, is a great one.

And Only to Decieve, by Tasha Alexander

Fun and fluffy.

C. S. Lewis, by A. N. Wilson

Dragonhaven, by Robin McKinley

Much better the second time around, though still not up to her usual magic.

I Capture the Castle, by Dodie Smith

Whenever I start reading this, I get amazed at how wonderful it is. And then when the ending rolls around I'm always disappointed.

Nudge, by Richard Thaler and Cass Sunstein

Martha Washington: An American Life, by Patricia Brody
Pretty light, but I've never known much about Martha Washington, and it's interesting enough to just learn the facts. If anyone knows a heartier Martha biography, I'd love to hear about it.

Outlaws of Sherwood, by Robin McKinley

Possibly my favorite book of all time, despite the bleakness.

The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett

Can't get enough Pratchett. It breaks my greedy heart that he's got Alzheimer's.

Lords and Ladies, by Terry Pratchett

Breaking Dawn, by Stephenie Meyer

Dreams of Trespass, by Fatima Mernissi

Sunshine, by Robin McKinley

This is a vampire book about a baker who makes Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head and Meringuemanias and all sorts of brilliantly-named goodies; her superlatively ordinary world crosses with some nasty, dark Others, and the creepy fun begins. ("I never heard them coming. Of course, you don't, when they're vampires." Delicious!) I should warn you that this book is firmly in PG-13 territory; if you're like me --and yes, I am turning into my mother-- you'll want to read with a white-out pen for the naughty bits. There aren't many of them, but they are zingers.

Till We Have Faces, by C. S. Lewis

Also in the top three all time favorite books. I've read this a billion times, but the redemption always gives me chivers.

The Four Loves, by C. S. Lewis

Going Postal, by Terry Pratchett

Tolstoy, by A. N. Wilson

Awesome biography--Tolstoy was seriously odd.

Water, by Robin McKinley and Peter Dickinson

Thrones, Dominations, by Dorothy Sayers and Jill Paton Walsh

Bunch of thrillers, by Patricia Cornwell

Liked these at first, but then I started intensely disliking the main character, and the series is ruined for me.

The Alvin Maker series, by Orson Scott Card

As usual with Card, the first three books are the best.

Edith Wharton, by Hermione Lee

Mind of the Maker, by Dorothy Sayers

Time to Be in Earnest, by P. D. James

One of the most enjoyable autobiographies I've ever read. It's fragmented and almost neurotically reserved, but by the end I felt like I was looking out from the inside of James' head. Really lovely.

Taste for Death, by P. D. James

Death at Black Dudley, by Margery Allingham

I wished I liked Allingham more. I mean, she's ok, but she's no Sayers. Sigh.

Blindness, by Jose Saramago

Holy schinkies, this was awesomely bleak. And waaaay too rough for me to ever read it again (I still have nightmares), but I'm glad I did the first time.

Short Stories, by Leo Tolstoy

Searching for Jane Austen, by Emily Auerbach
Felt like taking a seminar on Feminism and Jane Austen. Really really great.

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, by Susanna Clarke

I love the detail, and all the fabulous footnotes. I hope she writes more.

vamping it up

2008-08-18T20:34:00.001-04:00

This is the part of the blog where I review Breaking Dawn. If you’re not into vampire heart throb novels, then, uh, see you next post.

So here’s the deal. I love campy. I eat camp warm, with chocolate syrup and a spoon. Tasty tasty camp. The first three books in the series are chock full of camp, which is what makes them so much fun. But Breaking Dawn veered waaaaay off the camp-o-meter into a laugh-out-loud land of ridiculousness.

Warning: here be spoilers.

Firmly in lol territory: “Renesmee.” Really? Really, Stephenie, is that the best you could do? It may be ultra-Mormony to name a child after two parents at the SAME TIME--but surely there are other ways to reference your culture? One imagines a scene where vegan Edward snacks on green jello, perhaps, or a darkly funny reference to funeral potatoes. Anything would be better than Renesmee Carlie, for crying out loud. Though it should come as no surprise that a woman named Stephenie--just WHAT was so wrong with using an “a”?--might well have unusual tastes in names.

(Aside: for a fun Mormon Name Generator, click here. My Mormon name is, awesomely, Lauradene LindaGay.)

But Renesmee? Bella has doomed her child to a life of snickering and, no-doubt, superfluous hyphening. She should’ve tested it out first: “All rise for the honorable Renesmee Cullen.” Nope, no good. “It gives me great pleasure to introduce out new CEO, Renesmee Cullen.” Heck to the no. “Stay tuned for our interview with acclaimed author Renesmee Cullen.” Pass the remote. I was giving Breaking Dawn the benefit of the doubt until this name debuted--but after that, it was pretty much dead to me. And not in a sparkles-in-the-sunlight kind of dead, either.

I was also precioused-out by “nudger,” which Bella uses ad nauseam to describe her superfetus. And surely I’m not the only one who giggled at the fastfowarded pregnancy (which still managed to cram in endless medical nastiness).

I giggled more on learning exactly what vampires do with all those sleep-free nights. Hee. And you gotta admit that the pillow-biting, which is being swooned over on fansites, was just odd. Though it does make for a really great euphemism. “Hey baby, wanna bite some pillow?” has a great blend of the dirty and the absurd.

I suppose I do have to credit Meyer (more “e”s!) with fearless creativity; I don’t think I’ve ever read a book before where a love triangle is resolved by the lover falling for the beloved’s INFANT DAUGHTER. Was this the only way she could think of to resolve things and leave everyone happy? Well, leave everyone over the age of consent happy, anyway.

There was a similar chickening-out during the showdown with the Volturi. How conVENient that Bella just happens to have super-shielding abilities. How conVENient that dozens of vegan vamps were hanging around just waiting for a chance to take on the Volturi. How conVENient that Bella can keep seeing her folks after all (still not sure how that one worked out). Not that you read a book about vampires looking for believability--but consistency would have been nice.

I’m getting soul-weary thinking about it. If you haven’t had enough vamp yet, check out this very fun Breaking Dawn quiz. And, if you’ve read the book, tell me what you thought. (Pic stolen from L. Llew’s fabulous Breaking Dawn midnight release party.)

links

2008-08-16T16:43:00.002-04:00

Some of my favorite places to visit on the internets:

kith & kin
Amie
Bennifer
Bryan and Camille
David and Jen
Joel the Rockstar
Johnny Boy
Jon and Em
Jorg and Em
Joyful Expressions
Just Kidding
Konga
Leslie
Laugh
Lisabella
Matt Goes Hunting
Oertel
Tiffany and Darren
The Farns
Tucson Adventures
Votaw Family

clever folk
A Little Sussy
Cicada Song
Design Mom
Design*Sponge
Dooce
Eric D. Snider
Evlove
GFY
How About Orange
MIss Nemesis
Petit Elephant
Oh Happy Day
Oh Joy!
Specs Appeal
Starting Anew

brain builders
Bureau of Communication
Daily Painters
Desktop Defense
Feast Upon Word
How to Do Stuff
Knitting Iris
Rules of Thumb
Word Shoot

middle east
Across the Bay
Anon Arabist
Arab Art
Bitter Lemons
Creative Syria
Syrian Comment

foodie
All Recipes
Epicurious
Joy Kitchen
Kalyn’s Kitchen
Yelp