apologies for the delay in posting; the novel has sucked my life away the past couple of days. but tomorrow i finish, so today i will rehash the yummy treats i have enjoyed over my thanksgiving east coast jaunt. the first stop is providence, rhode island, where i met up with high school friends megan smith, her boyfriend jacob, my brother tim, and jen abraham strauss. i have known megan and jen for ages and ages and so we took advantage of our all being in the general boston area to hit it up for brunch at julian's. despite the long long wait, it was worth it. extra tasty business.
the place has a great rock-out feel, with an unusual mix of music. their site is also super cute. within the twenty minutes we waited for a table, we heard lil john's "yeah" followed by the beatles's "here comes the sun." funny stuff.
in my further magazine orgy of delight over the holidays, i read about something that really saddened me: the closing or downsizing of independent bookstores, one of my very favorite places to visit. i will read anything i get my hands on, but the process of picking the books out has been as much a part of the experience. with the closing of a clean well lighted place for books in san francisco a number of months ago, the city lost one of its places to pause and gather oneself. i saw david sedaris speak there as well as alison smith, author of the beautiful memoir name all the animals. independent bookstores have introduced me to writers i wouldn't have already known about via their little handwritten recommendations posted throughout the store, as well as speakers and events that are frequently booked there. since i have recently moved to a city where "reading" means "audition" not relaxing with a book and tea and luxuriating in its contents, i have had to discover my small ways to fight back.
one of the few carrying the torch for readers in los angeles: book soup on the sunset strip. image: book soup.
i read a lot of magazines. a lot. lately, i've been reading them in the bath: my mom has a good one here in boston. i seem to rate how good a read they are by how cold the water is when i can finally convince myself to get out and do something constructive. by the time i put down stop smiling's issue #28: 20 interviews, missing chunks of the polar ice cap were floating by. i swear to you, go get it NOW.
my friend tanya sent me an e-mail today sharing an activist couple's new form of protest; sexual satisfaction. given the politics of the bush administration, i think getting off is probably the most rebellious thing any of us can do these days. let's support changes afoot in the government with a global simultaneous orgasm. here are founders donna sheehan and paul reffell of marshall, california sharing the orgasm secret hand signal:
global orgasm for peace day: december 22nd
image from signonsandiego.com care of the union-tribune
hey all- i just picked up this lovely interview with portugese-born french artist, sofia barao. she has some lovely work and a beautiful project where she posts a new, small, work of art on her blog every day. here's a link to the interview and her blog:
sofia barao @ craftzine
image copyright sofia barao 2006
i hit both 30,000 words and the east coast the other day. bloodshot, dark-circled, but feeling strong and looking forward to the next ten days away and the 20,000 words i have to go: look for thanksgiving fun, travel and boston yummy food reviews in the next week before i hit baltimore thanksgiving day. i look forward to returning to remabulous's travel roots.
in 2003, suzie mckig and her husband serge welcomed a new addition to their family: an 1890's chandler & price 8x12 platen press. they had decided that outsourcing cost for letterpress wasn't worth it when they could produce their own with this press for far less. this was for the first letterpress project they undertook: "really cool catalog covers" for serge's company, arkel designs, a premier manufacturer of european bicycle paniers. it appears they are the masters of the really cool as their single-press project has expanded into the two press operation and retail shop explosion of fabulous design that is twig & fig, which is stocked internationally and gushed about in an abundance of magazines.
suzie and serge are the cutest. definitely the cutest.
today i passed the 22,500 word goal i had set for myself and decided to remind myself how to relax. i scrubbed out my cute little tub, and while i was soaking, i realized that letting go was the theme for the day in several ways: letting go of total control of my novel, of obsessing over the job search process (at ian's kind suggestion), and of feeling like i had to figure everything out by myself. a good long bath with a book, candles and some yo-yo ma can cure almost everything. miso soup will fix the remaining ailments of the world, i am sure.
I reached 20,000 words today, or as my brother likes to say: twenty grrr (as in grand). he heard it somewhere and was hoping to pass the trend on. here is me at 20,000 words:
I am not looking my best, but i am pleased. in fact, this picture alarms me so much i can barely look at it. resembling an alien with a giant forehead is not on the top of most people's lists. birthing bad fiction is much like birthing a child- i have to guess on this one as i've never gone through labor. but it is more like having labor pains on a much lower scale for a whole month. as i cleared the second major milestone i was in need of some perking up and found it in the nanowrimo's founder's book, and in a truly generous e-mail from my good friend kate.