Rule, Brittaniea! I told you these were unprotected waters
Time and place
… the late afternoon sun which looked sad and pleasant at the same time and which reminded her abruptly of New Year’s Day last year. There hadn’t been anything important about that day. She had just happened to look at the sun in the same way. She leaned back on the bed. It would be [...]
Bayou City History
I’m not a big fan of The Chronicle’s massive network of unemployed bloggers, but there is one blog I’ve found I can’t live without: Bayou City History. It’s well written, and uses a good mix of readers’ anecdotes as well as the newspaper’s archives, and vintage ephemeral photos. A good resource for anyone who disputes [...]
Flaxen
My freshly shampooed-and-styled coif now smells like cigarettes and barbeque smoke. Do you think it’s okay to use Febreeze on hair?
On Having a Husband
One of the benefits of having CLH home again was realized this weekend: instead of a useless vine-covered alley outside the French doors of our bedroom, I now have a terra cotta-paved patio on which I can sit in the mornings and drink a cup of tea, and where in the evenings after walking the [...]
It becomes important to remember the following things
I am not what my friends think of me. I am not what I think my friends might think of me. I am not my friends. I am not my ex-boyfriends… — more at bluishorange I would add a few of my own: I am not my job. I am not who I was five [...]
It all seems so simple
Magic Molly on writer’s block: One of the problems is that we’re incapable of seeing the uniqueness of our own situations. Looking around you think, there’s nothing to think about here. Or write about/chortle about/stew about. But that’s where you’re wrong! I have been in a depressive mood of late. I feel scattered, unfocused, unaccomplished. [...]
The Enchanted Rock Wikipedia page…
Is a wealth of fun and interesting geological words, many of which I will try to slip into casual conversation this weekend: granite pluton Llano uplift (I learned this in a college geology class: llano is Spanish for “plains” monadnock leviathan proportions igneous batholith metamorphic schists and gneiss human visitation Also? Amazing aerial photography of [...]
Just put your lips together and blow
Is it too late, too passe, to post election-related links? If not, then here is the Gum Election. (Via Web-Goddess.)
Psuedo-romantic Valentine’s Day plans
Ride Interstate 10 as a passenger to the Hill Country of Texas. Take advantage of hotel’s cable television. Hike to the top of Enchanted Rock Drink only microbrews and local wines Buy gifts for no one but myself Take as many pictures from the back of the motorcycle as possible. Trip report coming next week, [...]
Sex Machine
Mazda Miatas are such feminine-looking cars, and yet I know two men who each own one. After passing another man-driven Miata on the highway this weekend (red, naturally) it occurred to me I have never seen one driven by a woman.
Layers
Friday was beautiful, and though the rain threatened we did not get wet. By the time we got to Fredericksburg the sun was out and the temp was near 80 degrees. Saturday was cold and windy. This necessitated clothing myself in every article of clothing in my pannier: Bottom half: Cotton calf-length socks of CLH’s [...]
Sunday morning reading
Paradoxically, no matter how strong our parents are, we have to knock them off in order to carry the body of our childhood safely through the world. Our childhood’s body will be composed of those two. Which one is our legitimate parent, the one we claim we belong to, only our psyche knows. A person [...]
Word nerd
I would want to live in a building that was a giant crossword puzzle.
File Under…
…things I just learned. The song He’s A Rebel was written by Gene Pitney. Always loved both him and that song.
Estelle
I have always been a fan of The Ronettes, from Ronnie’s wall of sound sandpaper voice to the beehives and eyeliner. It’s an obsession that continues today, maybe stronger than ever, and led to many later obsession, from The Shangri-Las to The Crystals. I’ve always thought The Ronettes had kind of a sad success story. [...]
The Balinese Room
Karen posted a picture of what remains of the Balinese Room on her blog Sunday — pretty much all that remains is the historical marker. We were thankfully gone, out of the country, when Ike hit, just like we were out of the country when Katrina hit, and I haven’t been down to Galveston since. [...]
O’Conner had an inner critic
When I sit down to write, a monstrous reader looms up who sits down beside me and continually mutters, ‘I don’t get it, I don’t see it, I don’t want it.’ Some writers can ignore this presence, but I have never learned how. — Flannery O’Conner (via Maud Newton)
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