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I've had this blog for eleven years (!!) and I think this is the longest it's ever been on hiatus, and an unplanned one, at that. Previous sporadic hiatuses have only been a month or so, I think.
This past year, especially following Ares' birth, I've been making more of an effort to write in a proper notebook and while I find that does help with writing here, lately I haven't been able to juggle doing both, especially when I'm exhausted at the end of the day, which is just about the only time I have to myself.
That said, the hiatus has come about due to a number of things, one being the lack of time to actually sit down, post-process my images and write. Since the late summer, we've taken quite a number of trips and I've been meaning to write about each one and post the accompanying images, but surprise, surprise, it's piled up on me! The past month has also seen me felled by some typical cold weather illness (I'm not even really sure what I had), which has meant going to bed much earlier than I normally would (practically unheard of, when it comes to me!).
Also, back in September, the laptop crashed, taking with it all my images from 2014. Stupid me failed to back them up and now, I've crossing my fingers that they can be recovered, especially the ones of Ares' birth and early days. We've tried one mode of data recovery but the hard drive isn't clicking at all, so it needs to be physically opened up. It's the second time I've lost my images (baby pictures!) so I'm more than a bit sore about it, but I'm still optimistic that the files can be recovered. At least we're financially able to get the hard drive fixed right now, although I'm not sure when that will actually happen.
Anyhow, I'm hoping this post is the little kick I need to revive this blog and get back into the mindset of sharing my writing and images. Here's to rejuvenating this space!Tags: days, liverpool, photography
Now that school is back in session, I'm rejoicing as the museums are quiet enough for us to visit. You see, summer is when we avoid museums like the plague because ugh, I hate crowds and they make Raspberry anxious and more tantrum-prone. We were briefly at the Manchester Museum a couple of weeks ago to have lunch in their picnic area and all the people there just did my head in. Anyway, this week has been and will be busy, so we needed a quiet day in there somewhere, and for us, a quiet day is a trip to the museum.
It's been quite a while since we were last at the World Museum to properly see the exhibits, rather than just being there for a learning session or for a craft. I think it must have been at least a couple of months. The exhibits are rarely changed, so frequent visits (as we sometimes do) can make the museum quite stale at times.
Raspberry wanted to go see her favourite exhibits — the bug house and the aquarium — but we ended up doing something completely different. When we arrived, she wanted to go to the Weston Discovery Centre to play mancala, except that it wasn't there anymore, as they'd installed new exhibits. So, she busied herself putting together her name (Ellesmere Port, not Raspberry) in Old Norse. She got most of the name, except there weren't enough R's, so she abandoned it. Together, we looked at foot-binding in China, reading about it and looking at the tiny shoes on display. The person working there opened up the case and we got to handle the shoes too. I held Ares' foot up to one. His foot is almost the same size as the shoe, maybe a little bit bigger, so he's obviously not beautiful or marriageable by ancient Chinese standards. I put Ares on the floor to crawl around (and lick the footrests on the stools) while I helped Raspberry with a shoe-matching activity. Most of my days are spent trying to divert him away from hazards, so it was nice that there was a relatively clear floorspace for him to move about while I could focus most of my attention on Raspberry. It's been a long time since Raspberry and I have engaged in an activity together and I actually had fun, even though we didn't get everything right. I think I need more of these focused times with Raspberry so we can reconnect and so everything she does doesn't inexplicably drive me crazy.
We looked at the hominid skulls and Raspberry did her usual thing with the pelvis and femur, where she holds them up to her own body and tries to walk. The person manning the discovery centre, Adam, was the same guy who ran a human evolution event here at the museum last year. Raspberry asked him lots of questions and he was impressed by her anatomical knowledge. Since then, we've encountered him in many of the other events the museum has held and we've chatted to him on numerous occasions. He didn't seem to recognize us this time though, and it took a bit, but he finally did, citing Raspberry's glasses as the reason for not recognizing her. As Raspberry ran around throwing her cat, Violet, in the air, Adam told me how the humerus is the last to decompose and that there's a 50,000 year window to extract mitochondrial DNA from a bones. I thought that was amazing and after I mentioned it to Raspberry, she wanted to know what the first bone would be to decompose (he didn't know). He showed her the Haida puzzles, which she worked on, and seemed excited to show her the bone-related exhibits on display in the centre, most of which we'd seen previously. She was getting easily distracted by this time though, given her limited attention span, and she was starting to run around and fling her shoes in the air.
Another person who worked there asked when she would be going back to school and she almost gleefully replied, "Neverrrr!" but didn't really want to say why. I explained that we're homeschoolers and the person said that she must have to sit and get her work done before going out to play. Raspberry replied, "I play all the time!" and I had to clarify our child-led approach to learning. Adam told us about a new octopus, tentaively named Tako, at the aquarium and psyched (because we love cephalopods), we headed downstairs to find it. After asking around, we were directed to a common octopus in the small tank, sleepily stuck to the side of a rock. A tired Ares seemed intrigued by the fish in the coral reef tanks, although I wish they weren't under ultraviolet light (a new feature since the last time we visited), so he could see the fish more clearly.
I always enjoy the museum so much more when we've had a long break from it, and Raspberry does too. We get so much more out of our visit. I think the same thing happened last year around this time too, post-summer, after weeks of actively avoiding the museum. And it's always so nice when it's quiet enough that the staff can answer questions and show us cool stuff one-on-one (and it's also great when they recognize us too). I'm glad Raspberry was interested in the stuff about foot-binding, although perhaps not captivated enough to look up more about it. It's been a while since I last saw her this interested in any particular topic, so I get excited when it happens. All in all, it turned out to be an unexpectedly pleasant afternoon, a good way to break up our busy week.Tags: ares, days, raspberry, unschooling
Taking advantage of the rare full sunny day today and the fact that it's been two months since we were last there, we went to the canal and locks again. I discovered a quieter route there, so it was less stressful than the last time, when I felt like we had to maneuver our way across very busy roads. We walked by the businesses on Great Homer Street, most of them shuttered for whatever reason, and went by lots of new residential developments. I remarked to Raspberry how it's a shame there's all these nice-looking houses, but the neighbourhood is less than ideal. We walked beside a church, and as I stopped to take a picture, a woman signed to another older lady wheeling her bag along that I was photographing the church. Part of the route was the same as before, as we wended through the residential area adjacent to the canal. I watched a toddler standing outside his home attempt to pour pop from a can into a Lucozade bottle. He asked an adult to do so and then promptly drank from it.
Raspberry spent a while picking blackberries that were growing right on the edge of the canal and the Canadian geese approached us again, in the hopes that we came bearing bread (nope). At the locks, Raspberry did find a small corner of bread on the ground, which she initially said she would feed to whichever ducks or geese she saw but we didn't chance upon any thereafter. Instead, she balled the bread up and spent a lot of time thinking and talking about the possibility of selling bread balls in a store ("how do you get stores to sell your stuff?"). Hers are special because you can add whatever toppings like raisins or cranberries to suit your taste. She clutched the ball of bread, manipulating and re-manipulating it until it became a dirty grey-brown ("look, it's now whole wheat bread!"). She also delighted in throwing handfuls of pebbles from the path into the water, while I suggested directions to two guys with North American accents on city bikes. I was tempted to ask them where they're from, but I didn't want to come off as being trite.
We walked on to Great Howard Street and gaped at the tobacco warehouse in awe and I suggested searching for the large Chinese supermarket that's supposed to be somewhere along the street. We walked one way and came upon industrial business upon industrial business and gave up. Not really wanting to return home just yet, we walked in the other direction and just as I was about to give up and return toward the locks, I saw Chinese characters on the side of a building and lo and behold, there it was. Raspberry and I browsed shelves of various sauces and we picked out two kinds of noodles, water chestnuts, grass jelly and bean sprouts. I didn't have enough money for the bean sprouts so I had her put them back. As I was standing in line at the checkout, someone working there offered to help me put my stuff on the conveyor belt. He spoke in Cantonese and I gave my thanks in English. In retrospect, I think I should've thanked him in Cantonese.
Walking back through the locks, I watched three delinquent teenagers (or twenty-somethings) pitch a television set into the water. Raspberry wet her bread ball again and tossed a couple more handfuls of pebbles into the canal ("I love the plopping sound they make"). Ares, who had already napped twice during our time out, was getting fussy, as he hadn't nursed in hours. He also seemed to have suddenly caught a cold while we were out, sneezing incessantly and developing a drippy nose. We stopped at the playground to nurse and because it was getting late and we were getting hungry, I had to explain to her that we weren't going to stay long. She seemed receptive, had her fun climbing the rope structure (she made it to the middle for the first time since last summer) and thankfully, had no trouble leaving. It was a relatively decent morning and the adventurous part of me wanted to go back out again later in the afternoon but the sane part of me thought better of it.Tags: ares, days, liverpool, photography, raspberry, street photography
Early last month, I dragged Raspberry over to the locks at the Leeds and Liverpool Canal. I say "dragged," because she had been reluctant to go, but I was itching to get outside after a few quiet days. We'd never been to the locks or the canal before. Actually, I didn't know of their existence until I picked up a map of Everton Park, which showed the locks right on the edge on the map. The only other time I'd seen locks was in Ottawa and I just marvelled at how they work. Like a little kid, I stood there watching for a long time as the boats made their way from the Rideau Canal to the river.
The locks here were about an hour's walk from our apartment. We typically walk that distance when we go to the docks, but this walk felt particularly long as we traipsed through unfamiliar neighbourhoods and along unknown streets. As I repeatedly consulted my hand-drawn map, Raspberry, moaning with supposed fatigue, wasn't especially convinced that our trip was going to be worth it. But she soon changed her tune when we finally got to the canal and lo and behold, there were geese (always a selling point with a kid). Canadian geese who speed-swam over when they saw us at the water's edge and swam away just as quickly when they saw we didn't have food for them. Despite this, Raspberry still enjoyed seeing the geese and moorhens and it took a bit of cajoling to get her leave them behind and keep walking toward the locks.
We finally made it there (including a pit stop where she accidentally peed on my shoes and pants) and I think she was as excited about the locks as I was when I first saw them. She had a great time crossing them from one side to another and watching the water seep out through them. I tried to explain to her how the work but I'm not sure if she quite understood. Pulling with all her might, she tried to open the locks manually, of course, to no avail. It's a shame there weren't any boats coming in or heading out to the river so she could see the locks in action. It makes me wonder how often boats actually come out here, since I saw cobwebs on some of the rails on the locks.
As interesting as the locks were, what I really wanted to see was the abandoned tobacco warehouse at the Salthouse Dock. When we travel north on the train, I often see the dark, imposing buildings. Because of my camera lens and the speed at which the train travels, I'm not usually able to get a very good picture of them but now, they were finally standing right before me, in all their red-bricked, broken-windowed glory. It would have been cool to be able to get on to the premises, but I suspect it's not possible. Raspberry busied herself watching trains go by on the bridge, waving and counting the number of cars each had, as I stood in awe of the warehouses. As one might expect, abandoned buildings, especially those you can't enter, aren't all that intriguing to six-year-olds and she was desperate to go back to the locks. As we left, we watched transparent metallic blue dragonflies dart across the water, and two girls in purple uniforms kicking a ball back and forth over the canal. The one in the fedora kept saying "fuck" whenever the ball ended up in the water, and she said "fuck" a lot. More than I think any pre-adolescent child should. But I digress.
At the end of our afternoon out, Raspberry declared that the day had been more fun than she had expected (to which, I mentally jumped in the air) and more recently, she's asked to go back. We probably will, as the summer (or what's left of it) dies down and we start having to actively search for things to do.
It's Raspberry's half-birthday today, so she's officially six-and-a-half. We've been celebrating her half-birthday since she was born, initially with banana bread and then as she got older, cupcakes, but it's never really been much of a big deal beyond that. This year however, she'd been planning a big day at the beach since December. On numerous occasions (often on our long walks home from a day out), she'd talk endlessly about who she was going to invite, what kind of supplies she'd need, what she would give out in loot bags (at one point, she thought seeds to plant would be a good idea), you know, all the party planning details that I, as a virgin party-planner, am utterly clueless about.
She sort of got her wish for a beach day on Wednesday. Some of our friends whom we invited couldn't make it, so it ended up just being Zsofi and us going to New Brighton on what began as a very wet day. But it cleared up nicely (even though the wind was relentless), and the kids had a grand time climbing on rocks and playing on the pirate ship. The usual cupcakes were replaced with ice-cream from Caffe Cream where Raspberry picked out a scoop of Sparkle Sprinkle in a chocolate-dipped cone while I couldn't decide among all the amazing flavours and settled with tiramisu. It was also there that Zsofi had what she considers real coffee, her first in a while. I feel a little bad that Raspberry didn't get the big beach bash she'd so been hoping for for months, but she did enjoy her day.
Last night, I set out Raspberry's half-birthday gift on the coffee table, hoping she'd be surprised beyond words when she saw it this morning. For the past few months, I'd been slowly and secretly building up this gift for her. So many times, I was thoroughly tempted to excavate it from its hiding spot so I can look at it. We've never done half-birthday gifts before, so it was to be a complete surprise for her. I gotten her a dress, two cat buttons, some glitter glue, a lunchbox, a postcard of the dog from when the giants were in town, a wooden skeleton to put together, and six books (two Ivy and Bean books — The Ghost that Had to Go and Ivy and Bean Take the Case; Illustration School's Let's Draw Cute Animals; The Squirrel's Birthday and Other Parties; Nicholas; and Free to Be You and Me,which unfortunately hasn't arrived yet). The unpackaged gift can be seen here. It's way more than we've ever gotten her for her six past birthdays combined and I was really excited to give it to her (I love giving people gifts). When she awoke, Lucas sent her out to the living room on the pretext of getting his watch, and she saw the wrapped gift on the table but didn't seem to know what to make of it. I thought she'd be bouncing with excitement. Interestingly, she opened the gift in a very subdued manner, quite unbecoming of someone who's just received an unexpected present, and after examining it, proceeded to alternately arrange it all in piles or spread out on the table. I kept waiting for her to burst out in excited chatter or to start hopping around but neither happened. When I asked her about it later, she said she wasn't expecting it but she wasn't surprised either. Well, then!
We spent the morning at the park and picking blackberries, a recent favourite activity of hers. We'd promised her she could pick some yesterday on the way home from Aurelie's but due to a change in plans, we couldn't, so we decided to do so today. She even climbed over a fence and got more than usual, filling the plastic tupperware we brought almost to the brim. At the park, she spent a long time working out at the exercise machines ("I'm extracising! It's different from exercising.") and at the playground, climbed rungs up to the play structure for the first time ever. She's never really been physically adventurous and has always been afraid to climb ladders like that. I was quietly surprised and so proud of her. At home, during various intervals through the day, she worked with Lucas to put together the wooden skeleton. I think he was as excited as she was to work on it, if not more. At this moment, the skeleton remains limbless, but it'll probably be blessed with them tomorrow.
The day went surprisingly swimmingly. It's the first time in months that I genuinely felt like Raspberry and I had a good day together (I've been having a tough time connecting with her since Ares was born… more on that in another post I've been meaning to write). Patience came more easily than usual and I actually had fun. I'm not sure how today differed from other days, beyond the fact that it was her half-birthday, but I can only hope this is a turning point and our days will be smoother from here. Cross your fingers for me.Tags: ares, days, liverpool, new brighton, photography, raspberry, street photography
A morning spent with interactive art with friends, and an afternoon making art at the Tate.
Raspberry and I took a hop, skip and jump over the river to Birkenhead a few days ago to see the Richard Hamilton exhibition at the Williamson Art Gallery and Museum. This was our first time in Birkenhead. Months ago, I was under the impression that it was a quaint suburban area, but I was quickly assured by friends that it was quite the opposite. Visiting it promptly disproved my initial assumptions. Walking to the gallery from the train station, it reminded me much of walking in some of the neighbourhoods in Liverpool, with abandoned buildings, run-down shops and canine fecal matter (we hope!) on the sidewalk. All in all, nothing special. The only part of our walk over that Raspberry really liked was the fact that a street was called Balls Road. "They should call it Testicles Road!" she shrieked gleefully.
The exhibition was just all right. I enjoyed seeing the famous Just what is it that makes today's homes so different, so appealing?, and Raspberry really the rolls of toilet paper painted into a few paintings (um, I'm pretty sure it was toilet paper). She kept trying to spot more in other Hamilton works. I often find exhibitions of famous artists' works just mediocre, nothing spectacular (I saw a Bruce Nauman exhibition in Preston a few months ago and I didn't think that much of it either). Perhaps I'm anticipating a lot more and then I end up being disappointed by what's there. Or maybe my standards for what counts as a good exhibition are just too high. I think I see only two to four fantastic exhibitions a year, works of art that I truly enjoy, resonate with me, and leave me wanting more. I'm not sure if that's usual, but I don't think it really matters.
Much of our time at the gallery was spent working on a trail in the gallery, whereby you had to locate pictures of cartoon bees pasted onto various objects (including works of art, like pottery). Galleries seem to like passing off scavenger hunt-esque trails as entertaining activites for kids. Sure, it's a good way to get kids to see the gallery, but if other kids are anything like mine, they zero in on whatever they have to check off the list, to the exclusion of almost everything else. There was one bee in every room, so we had to tour the entire gallery, even though neither of us cared too much for the paintings or textiles or pottery on display (both our preferences leans toward contemporary or modern art). We went into a room plastered with dark wallpaper, with a knight's armour, ornate sculptures and a dark wood fireplace carved intricately carved with seemingly terrifying creatures that I couldn't even bear to look at. "Okay, just find the bee and let's go. This room is freaking me out," I mumbled nervously to Raspberry.
At the end of the trail, she took her worksheet back to the desk and the person working there offered her a prize for her efforts — a pencil case, a pencil, a ruler, a sharpener and a keyring. She got to pick out the colours of stationery she wanted but at the end, she decided she didn't need any of it as she already as all of the above, so she gave it back. I was thoroughly impressed and very proud of her for minimalist ways and not introducing extra clutter into our home that I'd end up donating to a charity shop.
We returned to Liverpool right after (stopping to take some pictures that I didn't on the way there because Raspberry desperately needed to pee) and I surprised her with lunch at Bakchich, the Lebanese street food restaurant where we had lunch on my birthday. We hadn't had any lunch food at home all week, and since we hardly eat out, I thought she'd like a treat. I'd initially thought we'd split something, since it was almost 3pm, but it cost the same for us to get a chicken shawarma each, so we did that instead. Raspberry's shawarma was really leaky and made for some messy eating. She really enjoyed it though (possibly because we eat meat only a handful of times a year), but couldn't finish the last little bit so we had that to go.
Because it was only mid-afternoon, we went to FACT, as I've been wanting to watch more of the Sharon Lockhart video that's part of the Liverpool Biennial. I only got to watch a bit of it a couple of weeks ago — that's completely expected when you attempt to watch a video with two kids in tow (or even one, for that matter). I figure that if I go a couple more times, I'll be able to watch the entire video by the time the exhibition closes at the end of October. Raspberry, who usually jumps off the steps on the second floor, decided to climb and jump off the steps on the other side of the bannister on the first floor instead. It reminded me of the time I was younger than Raspberry, and I climbed up the other side of an escalator at a mall and had to be rescued because the escalator's rail kept going and I couldn't. Yeah. But I digress. Usually I'm quite happy to have her exhaust herself running and jumping all over FACT, but we needed to pick up groceries for dinner, so our time there was cut short. Besides, after our small adventure to Birkenhead, I was ready to head home anyway.Tags: ares, birkenhead, days, liverpool, photography, raspberry, street photography
We went to the Markit Street Art Festival in the Baltic Triangle last month. Raspberry was initially reluctant to go, possibly because we'd been in Manchester the day before and she was tired, but I lured her out with the promise of seeing trees wrapped in yarn.
Unit 51 was our first stop, as there was a small craft fair, but there wasn't anything in there that we hadn't seen before. There was, however, an artist writing complaints on toilet paper to be later flushed. She asked Raspberry if she had any complaints she'd like to add and Raspberry said she didn't. Barely five minutes later, as we were on our way to the bathroom, Raspberry asked if being tired counted as a complaint. When I answered affirmatively, she excitedly ran back and asked to add her complaint to the toilet paper (she later added a self-portrait).
We didn't actually see much street art, save for bikes with concrete wheels, a speedboat in dazzle camouflage, some sidewalk painting and a couple of illustrations on walls. Much of our time was spent making lots of buttons outside Unit 51. As Raspberry worked on hers, I chatted with Chantelle, a Canadian woman from Vancouver. She'd moved here a year ago with her kids and husband, who works as a pastor at the university. It was so nice to hear a North American accent for a change. We talked briefly about what we were doing here, things we missed about Canada and horror of horrors, she admitted that she actually found the Scouser accent endearing (for what it's worth, I feel like repeatedly stabbing my ears every time I hear it).
I'd failed to bring a snack for Raspberry, as I didn't think we were going to be out for very long, so we shared a hot chocolate that wasn't all that good before heading over to see the yarn-bombed trees. Raspberry declared every single one her favourite because of the various colour combinations, and she wanted to hug them all. If we didn't have to get home for dinner, we probably would've spent hours there. I felt bad having to drag her away from them, but seeing them made for a nice end to our afternoon.Tags: days, liverpool, photography, raspberry, street photography
The beach calls when the weather's gorgeous. We've been to Crosby Beach twice in two weeks. The first time, we rode the train from Liverpool Central with Zsofi and Carrie. Raspberry fell on the sidewalk on the walk to the beach and Tom very kindly offered her part of his giant gummy snake to cheer her up. The sun dodged in and out of the clouds and the tide came in and receded in the time we were there. The incoming tide created a smaller pool of water that was really nice and warm and I wish I spent more time dipping in toes in there. I found a bone in the sand and we took it to the World Museum in the hopes that they might be able to help us identify it. It looks like a femur and Lucas suggested that it might belong to a quadruped, by the way it's angled. The staff at the museum couldn't really tell us what animal it came from. Maybe a rabbit or a chicken, they offered, which didn't really help.
This week, we rode the train with Carrie and met Zsofi and April, whom we haven't seen in ages, there. The kids rolled around and leapt into the sand, just like the last time, and Raspberry got stuck in the mud and had to be rescued by a passer-by. It was low tide and I thought I'd prefer it over high tide, but I realized I didn't enjoy the squidgy mud between my toes and trying not to think about the multiple tangled masses of [dead?] worms strewn all over the wet shore. I found another bone — either a femur or humerus — in the vicinity of where I found the last one, as well as what looks like an inflated sand dollar. The finds make me want to go back there to see if I can uncover more bones or something similarly cool. We didn't spend as long on the beach this time around, as we walked over to the playground to meet Lucy. It took us eons — four adults, seven children and three babies — as the kids took much more joy in climbing the sand dunes than walking on the path. I must admit that if I didn't have a sleeping Ares strapped to my front, I'd like to have climbed them too. The next time we go, I think I'd like to spend more time around the sand dunes. As Zsofi so wisely put it, the kids were enjoying it, so why were we pulling them away from it, in favour of what we perceived to be a fun place for them? Anyway, definitely the dunes the next time.Tags: crosby, days, photography, raspberry, street photography
Raspberry needs glasses.
It took me a long time to accept this. When it was confirmed last Monday, it weighed heavily on my mind for two days and I cried hard both those days. At the root of my despair was my overwhelming guilt for not having Raspberry tested sooner, for not recognizing the signs, and for being in a deep state of denial for months. Her prescription is almost close to mine, so I know what it's like living in a blurry world, where everything beyond an arm's length is coloured fuzz. Knowing this, it kills me that my denial led to her living in such state for so long.
It must have been around last fall when Lucas and I talked about getting Raspberry's eyes tested. I don't remember what sparked it, but it must have been something she couldn't see. I remember Lucas going into the optician's at Clayton Square while Raspberry and I nosed around in Mothercare, either attempting to find her new pajama shirts or casually browsing baby clothes that I didn't intend to buy. Lucas didn't get much information from the optician that day as it was busy, but we worried about the cost of the eye test (as money was still really tight then) so we didn't really pursue it, thinking that whatever Raspberry couldn't see might have been an anomaly or that it really wasn't that bad.
Cue the beginning of my denial. I didn't want to think that my then-five-year-old needed glasses. She's so young, I wailed. I hated thinking about the fact that she'd have a lifetime of bad vision ahead of her. I was diagnosed with myopia when I was nine. In my mind, I really hoped that if Raspberry needed glasses, it wouldn't be until she was at least a teenager or better yet, hopefully she'd inherited Lucas' good eyesight. Cloaked in my denial, I was relieved when we didn't actually bother with the eye test. At the time, I thought it was something we could deal with later, without consequence.
Then, a few weeks ago at capoeira, Aurelie asked if Raspberry was short-sighted as she was squinting. "I do that too," Aurelie said. I nodded knowingly, but inside, I freaked out that someone else has noticed and if someone else had picked up on this, then it must be true. I was all too familiar with the squinting, but I'd assumed that it was a Raspberry-quirk. Just like when she spots something on the ground, and practically doubles herself over while bending down to look at it. I thought that was a quirk too. She has many idiosyncrasies, you see. In the same vein, when we were at the Harris Museum in Preston last month, and she couldn't read the labels accompanying the hung works of art, I'd thought that it was because the sign was well above eye-level for her. Yes, obviously total denial. I don't know why it didn't occur to me that she actually might need glasses.
I mentioned Aurelie's observation to Lucas, and he asked Raspberry if she could read the sign on the wall of the opposite building and and the licence plate on a car on the other side of the parking lot. I waited with baited breath for her to reply, and alas, to my dismay, she couldn't. She wrongly guessed a couple of the letters and that's when I knew we really had to get her eyes tested.
As it turns out, the NHS offers free eye tests for kids (I'd never have known this had Aurelie not told me). With that in mind, I booked an eye test for Raspberry and dragged a nervous, reluctant child to get it done. I dreaded it as much as she did. Despite explaining to her what to expect, she remained apprehensive, although she was running up and down the hallway in the waiting room like a feral child. The optometrist was incredibly nice and she was really good with Raspberry. You could tell she definitely had experience with kids who'd never had their eyes tested before, and Raspberry became calm enough to enjoy the test. She delighted in joining the letters to form nonsensical words, and kept saying how much she liked the red and green projection.
I didn't realize how bad Raspberry's eyesight was until she was unable to read the second largest letters. The second largest! I thought she'd at least make it to the point where the letters look a bit like tarantulas on a wall. My stomach clenched the moment she said she couldn't read them. For a few minutes, I thought that maybe it was a mistake and I wanted to yell, "noooo! Ask her again!" but a greater force (unconscious reason, perhaps?) prevented me from doing so. It eased my mind that a refraction test was done so the prescription would be more accurate. I don't recall that being done when I used to have eye tests. I'd assumed they would figure out your prescription based on whether lens one or lens two was better. The optometrist patiently answered my freaking-out-parent questions ("No, I don't think reading all the time caused it." "It's mostly genetic." "No, it can't be improved. It'll probably get worse as she gets older. Sorry.") and I kept feeling like there should be more to ask but there wasn't.
When we left the optician's that afternoon, Raspberry and I were both bummed out by the fact that she needed glasses. She was averse to change and not knowing any other kids with glasses, she didn't want to stick out. I couldn't commiserate — I started wearing glasses when I was nine, and I was excited about it because I could be like a lot of the other kids in my class. In retrospect, I feel silly for getting excited over bad vision. Raspberry wanted to keep her glasses a secret, saying that she wanted it to be a surprise, but I suspect that might've been because she wasn't sold on them. After she picked out her own glasses the next day though (tortoiseshell, to match mine — should I be flattered… or embarrassed?), she did a complete 180 and felt great about them. She changed her mind about it wanting to be a surprise too and when I asked, she said I could write about it here. While waiting for her glasses to be made over the course of the week, she gradually accepted the fact that she had poor eyesight and needed glasses. She noted that the females in the family now all have glasses and the males don't. A few days ago when we were walking down the street, she quipped, "We both have bad vision. We're like a disaster between us!" And she made her first self-portrait of her in glasses while making a birthday card. It seems like she's embraced her needing glasses.
I suppose in the past week, I've grown to accept it too. In the days leading up to today, when she got her glasses, I was actually a little excited that she'd finally be able to see clearly. A week ago, I was in tears though. Lucas, who took a class in trauma during his Master's, said I was going through the grieving process. I lamented the loss of her previously good eyesight. The guilt was unbearable and I wanted so badly to cry every time I thought about it, until I finally did while burning the midnight oil when everyone else was sound asleep. While Googling for ways to make the transition to glasses easier for Raspberry, I came across a blog for parents of kids with glasses. I felt stupid for feeling so upset over something as trivial as bad eyesight, but while reading the plethora of comments I was surprised to find that my reaction and guilt weren't uncommon. Knowing that did little to ease my own visceral emotions though. Time made it better. Lucas was upset by the news too, but since he tends to be more logical than emotional, he seemed better able to handle it that I was. He was completely rational, saying that it is what it is and that at least we caught it so she can now get the help she needs to see. Citing an example in one of Raspberry's favourite books, he suggested that some of Raspberry's emotional challenges might be helped with her improved vision too.
We picked up Raspberry's first pair of glasses today and got a second pair made (thankfully, they're free for kids, a perk of the NHS). She was so amazed by how clear everything suddenly was. On the way home, she ran and bounced and jumped in puddles, all the while reading signs that she probably could barely see just a few hours before. She remarked how everything seemed brighter, an observation I found quite interesting (especially with dark rain clouds looming overhead). To say she was excited would be an understatement.
Sometime during the afternoon, she realized that she couldn't read with her glasses on as everything was a big blur. We went back and I was told it's because her reading prescription is nil and that she should just take her glasses off when reading or seeing something close up. It makes little sense to me, since I've always been able to read with my glasses on, even when my prescription was rather low. I imagine it'll be quite the hassle for her to keep putting her glasses on and off just so she can see things properly. We'll be going back tomorrow to speak to an optometrist so we can figure out what's going on. As Lucas puts it, we're learning as we go. It's strange for someone who has worn glasses for most of her life, but I suppose it makes sense. Hopefully we'll be able to sort everything out soon and Raspberry will be able to see, hassle-free.Tags: days, liverpool, photography, quote, raspberry
Ares caught Raspberry's cold and has been sneezing and coughing all day. We initially thought he was sneezing because it was cold in the apartment and that he was coughing from too much saliva. Eighteen weeks old and he's got his first illness (Raspberry miraculously didn't fall sick until she was sixteen months old, around the time Michael Jackson died). As expected, he hasn't been as smiley or chatty as he usually is. Rather, he's been snotty and sneezing on me, as I've been holding him much of today as sick kids are often clingy. You'd think my chest would be a veritable mess of Ares' bodily fluids but amazingly, it isn't.
Raspberry and I went to the Victoria Gallery and Museum in the afternoon to do a craft run by Tabitha Moses. We met Tabitha last summer during another craft she was running at the same locale. Coincidentally, we were both pregnant at the time and both due in January. Her daughter was born just a week after Ares was. It wasn't busy at all, probably because the weather was gorgeous outside. Raspberry crafted her bird and Tabitha and I chatted a bit about babies and motherhood. She held Ares, who just wanted to stand in her lap, and I was suddenly feeling rather aware — self-conscious, even — of how large my baby was compared to hers. In a similar vein, I was suddenly feeling frumpy, as my skirt (intended to be knee-length) was now shin-length, forced south by a wrinkly, post-partum belly.
Lucas brought home a new pot for our strawberry and tomato plants yesterday. His colleague joked that he's not allowed to bring pot to work. Raspberry and him worked on re-potting the plants this morning, right in the middle of the living room. If it were me, I would've done it outside, but Lucas said he didn't want the hassle of bringing everything in and out repeatedly. When all was said and done, he suggested we could find a worm to live in the pot. As luck would have it, we came across a line worm beside the sidewalk on our way home. I thought it was dead, seeing as there was no real grass nearby and it was in the glaring sun, but Raspberry saw it wiggle. She brought it home dangling from a stick and it proceeded to die while in the pot. I suspect it was near-death when we found it. Raspberry tried to toss the body out the window onto the grass but it landed on the ledge outside instead. So until it gets moved or decomposes (whichever comes first), we'll have a constant reminder of this poor worm who died while in our possession.
I finally trimmed my bangs after about six months. I'd initially thought I'd grow them out, but pulling them back made me feel plain, so out came the scissors and off went the hair. I'm feeling strangely energized by the return of my bangs. I suspect though, in a few days, I might get sick of brushing them out of my eyes. That happens every time.Tags: ares, days, liverpool, photography
Sunday afternoon hot chocolate and napkin-drawing, trying to reconnect with the kid, whose every action inexplicably seems to annoy me these days.
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Germany's rights-holders hit freetards hard
While other countries debate how to go after freetards, Germany's ISPs are handing over user data for 300,000 accounts per month, according to an announcement by that country's ISP association, Eco. The organization is claiming success against piracy, saying that the number of online pirates has declined by 20 percent in Germany …
Time for a new organization to represent its customers
Demands for money for illegal downloads are close to extortion. An IP address is not proof of guilt, but this is what the evidence is based on. Shared internet connections, poorly encrypted wifi networks are all cases of where the owner should not be held accountable. Most of the public are not computer experts and are incapable of securing their networks. Most downloads are by teenagers who are cash poor but time rich. Even if you stop them downloading, they will copy music from usb sticks or bluetooth from friends phones.
Prosecution of the music industries own customers are the last gasp of an Industry that has failed to adapt. This is an Industry that still wants to stop you copying your music from CDs to MP3 players and stated that taping music was killing the business. Hail to the new breed of record labels that will emerge with a new model that welcomes consumers and good riddance to the dinosours.
IP Address mapping
Shared or piggybacked broadband are not the only problems.
There have been cases reported in the UK where the ISP has handed out the details of a person as the holder of that IP address at the time of the incident incorrectly.
At least once, the person had even left that ISP so could not have been using one of their IP addresses. In other cases, it was proved that the mapping of IP address to subscriber was not reliable.
I'm pretty sure I read somewhere (might even have been here) that some trackers (like tpb) purposely generate fake IP's from various ISP's to reduce the validity of chasing people based on IP.
or do they mean that since they started this, those same peeps have found better methods of circumventing the logs, thus showing a "decline"?
For example, perhaps 20% discovered that useful thing known as a proxy.
Or direct downloads, irc, etc... or that legal alternatives came out.
Must be a very robust government
Must be a very robust government indeed. To imagine that it could survive this with the voters.
Re: Must be a very robust government
You make the mistaken assumption that file sharing is anything more than a niche interest for a bunch of furry toothed geeks. Out in the real world those of us with a life are more concerned about little things like the economy, environmental issues and foreign policy when it comes to voting in government elections.
@Cazzo Enorme
Not quite.
At least in my country, the political parties who fail to understand on-line privacy concerns, the cost (in terms of both money and freedom) of wiretapping and disconnection schemes, the whole fair use versus copyright infractions discussions are the same parties who neglect to keep up with all developments in science and technology.
We will often see a strong correlation between failure to understand these issues which only interest a handful of hairy toothed geeks and failure to understand long term viability concerns of alternative energy sources, feasability and desirability of large govermnment IT projects and the necessity for data protection.
The same uninformed politicians also mess up in environmental issues, bringing us government subsidies on undesirable alternative fuel sources (currently wind power and most biofuels). They mess up economically with failed road pricing schemes. They mess up in foreign policy by undersigning one-sided extradition and data exchange treaties.
It's not just an issue for hairy toothed geeks. It's just plain daft to allow people who have not kept up with current developments to dictate your country's plans for the future.
20% rises in sales too?
Have the sales of music and/or movies increased with 20% since 2008 too?
Didn't think so!
20% decline?
Could be that the products are crap and no-one wants even a free copy.
was the last time you listened to German music anyway ?
It was at a party at the weekend - Kraftwerk and Polerkries 18, both good examples of German music old and new.
Oh, and the party was in Reading UK.
Ve haff vays....
......all your IP are belong to us!
Here we go
Just like driving offenses. The people who are easy to identify (the ones who have jobs, incomes, pay their taxes and of course, probalby actually buy DVD's, CD's & games) are the ones who are easiest to go after.
Latest twist
The high court (best approximate translation of Oberlandsgericht) in Cologne has just overruled an injunction against someone for sharing an audio book and created a precedent by distinguishing between individual customers and commercial use*. As far as I can tell this won't stop copyright holders or their representatives obtaining addresses and writing letters but does limit the scope for injunctions and fines. This one is likely to run and run.
* http://www.heise.de/newsticker/meldung/OLG-Koeln-staerkt-Rechte-von-Verbrauchern-bei-Tauschboersen-Abmahnungen-1253433.html (in Jorman, of course)
It'll run and run
until it's less profitable to keep doing it (and lobbying) instead of changing business model
Suddenly reminded of Faust, the lawyers are the demon whispering in the execs ear "if we hunt them we;ll make more money, never admit you may be wrong, twist the knife and they'll bleed money!"
Whilst all the while the Lawyers get super rich and the Media companies vanish up their own arse holes.
In practice: a licence to pursue legalised blackmail
That way it works is as follows. You and your lawyer mateys get together to represent some low-end producers of really embarrassing porn. You then hire some insalubriuous types (ideally outside German jurisdiction) to set up a file-share IP scanning operation to look for the naughty people sharing these skin flicks. Shockingly these people (who're of course paid by volume) discover that literally 10000s of Germans are not only into teen donkey goings-on but also into sharing videos on the net!
Now you've got 10000 easy marks for a legal hush-money operation (Bloated penalty fees, legal costs etc). Actually, its sufficient to simply write back undertaking not to share the files without accepting any liability. However, plenty of people pay up out of fear/embarrassment so its a terrific earner,
An Kafkaesque twist is that the ISPs dont have to notify you they've handed out your details and erase connection logs (data-protection you understand) long before the deadline for the hard-working legal scum to 'get around' to sending their nasty-grams. This means you have no means whatsoever of disproving the accusation.
Aside: the Cologne court ruling was in fact about a narrow technicality regarding the formulation of the cease-and-desist letters. The basis for the scam - the acceptability of mass-harvested IP addresses as legal 'evidence' and ISPs unwillingness to get of their behinds to provide evidence for their customers - remains.
The situation here in Germay should be salutary reminder that permitting sloppy legal wheezes to 'whack the freetard menance' can come back to bite you... hard.
I predict a lively market for tamper-proof IP traffic loggers in Germany if this continues.
"Eco has determined, Eco concludes . " - No proof, no sources, no nothing. It's an association of Internet based businesses, what would you expect ?
This is pure FUD. There is no obligation for a German ISP to store connection data. In a ruling in 2006 a federal appeal court decided that ISPs have no right to store logs without a legal reason and T-Online was ordered to delete all logs to guarantee the privacy of their customers. It is now common practice to delete logs after 7 days. In Germany, IP's are only revealed by court order and they are not issued on speculation. 300.000 ? They wish.
You know it makes sense.
Anon, 'cos well, guess.
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Homeland Review: Tailor Madeby Dan Forcella at . Comments
"A Gettysburg Address" was the first time that an episode of Homeland could have very well been an episode of 24.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the Kiefer Sutherland drama as much as anybody back in the day - for what it was. Homeland aims higher than just the action packed, energy filled, real-time drama that filled my college nights. It still succeeded in doing so in this sixth hour of season two, but there were a couple of things that felt a bit too familiar.
The introduction of, the surveillance on, and then the power play by this new bad guy felt right out of the 24 play book. So much of Homeland to this point has focused on Brody and Nazir as a combined big bad, from the view of the audience and from the characters within the show.
Seeing some new guy come out of the woodwork, seem so important to the surveillance crew and then take out seven dudes in Gettysburg on his way to picking up what could have been a weapon of mass destruction felt exactly something I saw in every single season of 24.
It was exciting, it was intriguing, but it wasn't quite what Homeland has been in the past. Nor was it what Homeland can be at its best.
The other aspect of this week's episode that may give me nightmares was how many times I felt like Dana Brody was the new Kim Bauer. I couldn't have cared less about this story line than if a cougar jumped out of one of the hospital rooms and dragged Dana to a cabin in the woods.
As much as the issue was that Dana crying about the woman was annoying, I think the real issue is that the story really has nothing to do with the main arc, and I don't think it ever will.
To this point in the series, every story has revolved around the main issues, and Dana's current arc feels way too auxiliary. If I'm wrong, and those two kids killing that lady have a major impact on what is currently going on with Brody and Carrie, I will retract these comments. However, I don't see this paying off in any way.
Again, those were just a couple of gripes from an otherwise quality episode of television. The personal stuff between Carrie, Saul and Brody continued to be fantastic. Saul telling Carrie that he was worried about her being close to Brody again was not only nice to see as a human being, but it also made me think about whether it would come back to haunt her in the future.
Similarly, when Carrie sprinted into Brody's office, and yelled at him all up and down the walls, I could help but wonder if this situation was doing more harm than good for everybody.
Brody told Carrie that he had no idea the Gettysburg massacre was going to happen, and it seemed like he was being honest (we also had no evidence to the contrary), but who are we or Carrie to actually know? Brody has proven that he will lie like a penny in a parking lot, so will his involvement ever really be worth it? Will an untrustworthy asset help the end game?
I'm not so sure. What I am sure about, though, is that Homeland continues to be the most exciting and thought-provoking drama currently on television. What did you all think of "A Gettysburg Address?" What was your favorite moment? And did you have any gripes?
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I believe that Quinn survived the shootout. He opened his eyes, saw the box being carried out, didn't he?, and clutched his belly. Didn't he appear in the promo for the next episode? As for the hit and run story arc, I see a connection between the VP's apparently-unfeeling involvement in the drone strike that killed Issa and so many other children and other innocent people, and the VP's son's callous disregard for his victim. The VP's son fears his father's disapproval so much that he seemed almost suicidal. Political power trumps justice.
@Feedback @Enkeli Mike doesn't know about the day Brody shot the deer, so given the heat of the moment and his investigation of course he would assume the missing bullet was the one who killed Walker. And yes, Brody did killed Walker with the latter's gun so he has only one bullet missing - the one used on the deer - not two.
I can't believe they killed Quinn off the show. That character was really growing on me.
Disappointing. Tailor shop massacre unbelievable and overblown. This is, after all, the USA. Things like that don't happen here. No terrorist who could get that much c4 into the country would want to risk his/her being made or having some of his/her people being captured just to secure ordnance. I've noticed other times the writers have taken the easy way out. This is just another example.
I am not a fan of the little poor rich kids. Jack Bauer was not a rich guy. I've said it before, and I will say it again. Damian Lewis and Claire Danes freaking ROCK on screen together. nuff said! Maybe Brody will turn Carrie's sexy ass? I'll be watching. The guy w/the phone in the hallway while Brody was chatting w/the reporter was classic 24. Brody should take Mike out for going through another mans garage.
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The episode was not too exciting til the last scene when every one got killed
Totally agree that the Dana plot drags down the story. Maybe she and the VP's son are there to attract younger viewers.
Even when the killer at Gettysburg pulled off his helmet I didn't know who he was. He has one of those forgettable faces.
I can't help but wonder if Brody will end up a triple or maybe a quadruple agent. More twists than a corkscrew!
Compared to the last couple of episodes of course this episode pales in comparison. Its still good, I just would like to see more Carrie and Brody scenes. I am confident that the next episode will be good. Looking at the promo pictures it seems as if Dana, Brody and Carrie have some sort of scene together. Still a good episode
The comparison to 24 is because they share the same producers/showrunner(s)...one or the other, I believe. Thankfully, Homeland's managed to maintain a much more cerebral narrative, not reliant on action-movie shootouts and explosions. It's a mystery thriller, and I hope it doesn't go away from that and start turning into another 24, which I watched and enjoyed for what it was, but it wasn't an incredibly smart nor well written production. Homeland doesn't need to dumb itself down to appeal to 20 million viewers, just the handful that appreciate these kind of high-concept cable shows.
I agree with @Feedback. I also thought it was ridiculous to assume Brody killed Walker because he was missing a bullet. Also, didn't he use Walker's gun to kill him? That's what I remembered and what I thought again when I saw the "previously". I also hate it when people compare shows to other shows, especially on things like this. I don't think the "a random guy appears, everyone's surprised and he's suddenly he-man" was invented by 24. I also haven't seen 24 (not once), so feel free to disagree. But sometimes I feel people try too hard. Homeland's not perfect, but it's as good as it gets.
No, I'm sorry... It gets better.
Can we say epic fail on the tailor shop being taken down like that? So the CIA had people watching the shop, no one attempted to get in. The science forensics geeks doing a sweep, no one notices the painted wall doesn't match the rest of the shop, and clearly been drywall'd and spackled. No, they wait for 7-10 agents to do another sweep, and don't have appropriate warning or car outside? Hello! Abu Nazir's bomb maker and you didn't think they might die to protect the box of c4? Other than that, another jaw dropping, heart pounding wtf week with the writers and awesome actors. Amazing what we choose just to shrug off based on the biggest picture show every week!


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Jazz-grass wackos I Am Mesmer, psychedelic bluegrass fiddler Hilary Sloan and Robert Ellis/Three Fantastic guitar-slinger Kelly Doyle all have new CDs/EPs/We-Might-Release-Somethings. Mesmer's full-length sounds like a band of Django Reinhardt gypsies chasing Two Star Symphony down a dark alley, and further confirms that this is one of the oddest ensembles on the fringes of Houston's alt-country scene. Sloan's Angels That Promise the Stars features her Alison Krauss-ish warble and sweet, soft, ultra-clean country arrangements; the big surprise is what a fine songwriter she's become. Doyle's EP, a choppy, psychedelic instrumental disc that sounds as if he has been listening to lots of Sun Ra and Frank Zappa, is certainly the most confusing and least commercial of the three. The guitarist is a master of many styles, and he goes way out there on this one. These three acts alone in one well-wired room should make for a very nice gathering of local talent.


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I was amazed by all the feedback on our "Book Blogs We Love" post. I think I'm going to have to give up book reading to focus on book blog reading. (Just kidding – never!) But seriously: How do all you blog readers keep up with the massive content out there? RSS feed? Ridiculously organized toolbar?
There were many more wonderful blogs mentioned in the comments to yesterday's post, but here are a couple more that caught my attention:
Lots of inspiration here, and keep the suggestions comin'!
This morning brought news of this year's National Book Award nominees. It's an eclectic list that contains a couple of surprises (such as American Salvage). We're rooting for Colum McCann or Jayne Anne Phillips for fiction (fun fact: the same reviewer who wrote about this year's Booker Prize winner, Wolf Hall, for BookPage also covered Lark and Termite—does that mean Jayne Anne's a shoo-in?), and my personal nonfiction pick is the fascinating Fordlandia.
David Small's Stitches seems like the obvious front-runner for Young People's Literature, given its crossover success and starkly powerful images, though we wouldn't rule out Charles and Emma, a moving exploration of the Darwins' marriage. We'll find out whether we're right when the winners are announced on November 18.
Full list of nominees after the jump! Who's your favorite on the list? Is there a book you thought should have made it that didn't?
Bonnie Jo Campbell, American Salvage (Wayne State University Press)
Colum McCann, Let the Great World Spin (Random House)
Daniyal Mueenuddin, In Other Rooms, Other Wonders (W. W. Norton &
Jayne Anne Phillips, Lark and Termite (Alfred A. Knopf)
Marcel Theroux, Far North (Farrar, Straus and Giroux)
Judges: Alan Cheuse, Junot Díaz, Jennifer Egan, Charles Johnson, Lydia Millet
David M. Carroll, Following the Water: A Hydromancer's Notebook (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt)
Sean B. Carroll, Remarkable Creatures: Epic Adventures in the Search
for the Origins of Species (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt)
Greg Grandin, Fordlandia: The Rise and Fall of Henry Ford's Forgotten Jungle City (Metropolitan Books/Henry Holt)
Adrienne Mayor, The Poison King: The Life and Legend of Mithradates, Rome's Deadliest Enemy (Princeton University Press)
T. J. Stiles, The First Tycoon: The Epic Life of Cornelius Vanderbilt (Alfred A. Knopf)
Judges: David Blight, Amanda Foreman, Steve Olson, Camille Paglia, John Phillip Santos
Deborah Heiligman, Charles and Emma: The Darwins' Leap of Faith (Henry Holt)
Phillip Hoose, Claudette Colvin: Twice Toward Justice (Farrar, Straus and Giroux)
David Small, Stitches (W. W. Norton & Co.)
Laini Taylor, Lips Touch: Three Times (Arthur A. Levine Books/Scholastic)
Rita Williams-Garcia, Jumped (HarperTeen/HarperCollins)
Judges: Kathi Appelt, Coe Booth, Carolyn Coman, Nancy Werlin, Gene Luen Yang
Rae Armantrout, Versed (Wesleyan University Press)
Ann Lauterbach, Or to Begin Again (Viking Penguin)
Carl Phillips, Speak Low (Farrar, Straus and Giroux)
Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon, Open Interval (University of Pittsburgh Press)
Keith Waldrop, Transcendental Studies: A Trilogy (University of California Press)
Judges: Mei-mei Berssenbrugge, A. Van Jordan, Cole Swensen, Kevin Young
You can find more information about the awards on the site for the National Book Foundation.
This post about the past weekend's Southern Festival of Books goes back to the very first night, when BookPage reserved a table at the Authors in the Round dinner. We got to the cocktail party a little late but there was plenty of time to catch a glimpse of authors like Kathryn Stockett, Robert Hicks, Jill McCorkle, Michael Sims and even John Carter Cash, who was wearing a dapper seersucker suit.
Our dinner companion was Madison Smartt Bell, who we're pretty sure was happy with his seat between two lovely ladies.
Conversation ranged from his early years in Nashville, to the Bell witch, to the merits of Goucher College, where he is a professor of English. And of course we talked about his forthcoming novel, Devil's Dream, which brings one of the Civil War's most complicated generals, Nathan Bedford Forrest, to life. Bell told us his college-aged daughter helped him finalize the book's structure, which jumps backward and forward through time with each chapter. Watch for more details in a website interview in November.
If you could have dinner with an author, who would it be?
That was before I realized how many book blogs there are. Holy moly. You know how sometimes Time magazine or Newsweek will release a list of the 100 best books of all time? (Or 1001!) Those lists drive me crazy, particularly when I start to tally up how many (i.e., how few) of the books I've actually read (and when I remember that I still haven't read Catch-22). Well, that's how I felt when I started perusing book blogs. It's not uncommon for a book blog to feature a blogroll with over 50 blogs, to review new books every day (and these are recreational bloggers, presumably with other full-time jobs and responsibilities), and to receive over 20 comments per post. Figuring out how to navigate this large and active community is a daunting task… but here at The Book Case we're going to make an earnest effort to try.
As part of an ongoing series, we offer part 1 of "Book Blogs We Love." In each installation, we'll give an overview of a few awesome book blogs.
Readers, please give us suggestions!
The Book Lady's Blog is written by Rebecca, a book seller (and soon-to-be marketing coordinator for a medical company). Recent content includes a guest post from Allison Hoover Bartlett, author of The Man Who Loved Books Too Much, and a diatribe on the self-indulgence of Nicholas Sparks. I also enjoyed the review (with lots of great excerpts) of Michael Chabon's latest, Manhood for Amateurs.
Technical writer Ti writes Book Chatter. My favorite thing about this blog is the format of reviews, each of which include a blurb from the book's publisher, a short summary ("the short of it"), and a longer reflection ("the rest of it"). Recent reviews include Stieg Larsson's The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and Francine Prose's Goldengrove.
Erin, who works at a public library, writes A Life in Books. The blog is basically Erin's reading diary, which I love because of the variety of coverage. At BookPage, we write about what's being published right now, and it's refreshing to read about books that have been out for a while (like Hilma Wolitzer's Summer Reading, which Erin found in a bargain bin at Border's!). I also like this blog for the conversational tone of its reviews.
Finally, I'll admit that I was inspired to get going on this blog-finding project by Nina Sankovitch, whom I discovered in the New York Times. Nina reads a book a day and writes reviews on her website. At BookPage, we were pretty wowed by Nina's story. I figured that if she can read a book a day, then I can pump up my blog reading.
I may be the last person to hear about this, but a post this morning on Galley Cat caught my eye. There's a company out there called BookSwim that's marketing itself as the Netflix of books. For a monthly fee, you can have books (including brand-new hardbacks and textbooks) shipped to your door.
As a devoted library-goer, the site initially left a bad taste in my mouth because of the "Why not just go the library?" section (Answer: late fees, limited hours, limited selections, long waiting lists for popular titles, location). Hmm. I don't know about that. Even if there is a long wait for new titles, my favorite part of going to the library is browsing the shelves and finding a surprise.
The site also seems to be keeping a close guard on the price of plans. Instead, we get details such as: "Whether you've got our 3 or 5-books-a-month plan, you've got your nose in a book, the wind at your back and the sun upon your face." After a little digging, I found out that the cheapest plan (1 book at a time) costs $9.95 a month + $3.99 shipping and handling. 3 books at a time is $23.95 (free shipping) and 11 books at a time ("devout reader") is $59.95.
Seems a bit steep to me, although I won't knock the company until I hear feedback from someone who's used their services. With so much new fiction out there this fall, I wouldn't mind getting a few hardbacks at a discounted price.
Anyone out there tried BookSwim? Is BookSwim going to do for bookstores what Netflix did for Blockbuster?
Another dispatch from the Southern Festival of Books…
One of my favorite sessions from the Festival was Saturday's panel with Madison Smartt Bell, Kevin Wilson and Jill McCorkle.
Bell is the editor of New Stories from the South: The Year's Best (2009), an annual anthology of short fiction. Wilson and McCorkle both have stories in the collection. (And lucky for us, both stories are printed in their entirety online -- see links below.)
McCorkle read an excerpt from "Magic Words," originally published in the fall 2008 edition of Narrative.
I loved hearing some back story behind McCorkle's process; specifically, how she chooses subjects for her fiction and why she's defined as a "Southern writer." McCorkle said that she constantly carries with her an "ongoing collection of ideas." When she decides to sit down and write depends on how much time she's spent "walking around and thinking" about a character or situation.
Originally from North Carolina, McCorkle said that "the setting of a small Southern town comes right out of reality." She continued, "Sometimes a place holds all the other pieces together."
Wilson read from "No Joke, This is Going to be Painful," originally published in Tin House.
As Bell said in the session, Wilson's story "breaks taboo"; he writes across gender (his first-person narrator is female). Originally from Winchester, TN, Wilson explained that his characters operate in a small town in Tennessee because that's what he knows.
Both McCorkle and Wilson were at their funniest while talking about student writing. (McCorkle teaches at NC State; Wilson teaches at Sewanee.)
Students run into trouble, according to McCorkle, when they don't "put a pulse in that body." Lately, she said, she's seen far too many "fairies and vampires" rather than living, emotional (human) characters with real stories to tell.
At the beginning of the session, Bell spent a few minutes talking about the different generations of Southern writers – from the Fugitives to the present. What has changed the most, he said, is the "rootedness of Southern writers." Bell, for example, was born in Tennessee, but he has lived in New York and now teaches in Baltimore.
McCorkle described her childhood in Lumberton, North Carolina, a town home to I-95. Growing up, McCorkle was struck by the thought of the highway connecting "New York and North Carolina." Thus, the highway image often shows up in her work.
"What's different about the New South is that it's no longer a place of total alienation," she said. "We have the freedom to get on that highway and go."
I have yet to get my hands on New Stories from the South. Do any readers have a favorite story from the collection? For any fiction writers out there: Do you, like McCorkle and Wilson, place your characters in the region of your childhood? Are people "Southern" writers because their settings are Southern?
While the anticipation grows for Stephen King's Under the Dome, buzz is also building for the latest project from his son, who writes as Joe Hill. Hill's debut, Heart-Shaped Box, was an uber-creepy tale of a haunted rock star that demonstrated that a talent for tapping into the dark side of human nature just might be genetic.
In February, Morrow will publish Hill's second novel, Horns, a book the author describes as "another heart-warmer." It's already been optioned for film by Mandalay entertainment. The premise: a man wakes up after a wild night to find horns growing out of his head—and like Pinocchio's nose, they keep growing every day. Turns out his girlfriend's murder might have something to do with his strange condition.
Like King's Under the Dome, Horns will also be released (in the UK, at least) in a limited edition by PS Publishing. The limited edition of 500 will include art by Vincent Chong and be signed by the author. Full details on the special edition can be found here.
What do you think of this special edition trend? Are there any books you'd like to have a $300 deluxe version of?
As we blogged last week, Friday through Sunday was the Southern Festival of Books in Nashville. In honor of our Cozy Corner column – where Joanne Collings reviews two cozy mysteries a month – I attended a session on Friday called "A Whodunit and a How-to: Cozy Mysteries." Authors Jennie Bentley and Emyl Jenkins were the speakers.
In August, Bentley wrote a behind-the-book column for BookPage about Spackled and Spooked, the second installation in her series about home renovator Avery Baker. Jenkins is the author of The Big Steal, a dead-body-free mystery starring antiques appraiser Sterling Glass.
At the Southern Festival of Books session, both authors described the concept of cozy mysteries and how their personal interests have played into their writing.
The parameters of the cozy genre are quite firm, according to Bentley: "no bad language, no sex, no gore, no violence." She said that most cozies have a "gimmicky hook with tips in the back." (For example, Jenkins includes an illustrated guide to antiques at the back of The Big Steal.)
A real estate agent and home-renovating enthusiast, Bentley received a three-book contract from publisher Berkley Prime Crime. The third novel in her series, Plaster and Poison, will come out in March 2010. Bentley has recently agreed to write two more books about renovator Avery Baker, and she joked that prospective titles might be Mortar and Murder or Haunted House and Homicide.
Jenkins, who has worked as an appraiser for many years and who authored a book titled Emyl Jenkins' Appraisal Book before turning to fiction, insisted that "people and their surroundings can be very important – what you chose to have around says so much about you." Thus, objects play a key role in The Big Steal as her heroine seeks to recover missing antiques. At the Southern Festival of Books, Jenkins got a lot of laughs when she revealed what she avoids in her writing: The 5 Bs: blood, bodies, bombs, bad language, bedrooms.
Any cozy fans have book recommendations? If you were going to write a mystery without a murder, what would your hook be?
These days there seem to be more vampires around than you can shake a stake at. On TV, with "True Blood" and the CW's new series "The Vampire Diaries"; on the big screen, with the films New Moon and Jennifer's Body; and definitely in books (which inspired all of the above except Jennifer's Body, an original screenplay by Diablo Cody).
A new wave of books is feeding on the lifeblood of this vampire explosion—vampire humor and mashups. Newbie and wannabe vamps will slurp up The New Vampire's Handbook, a snarky look at life as one of the undead that was edited by "the Vampire Miles Proctor."
Useful advice on topics like "Fighting Werewolves" and "Common Puncture Methods" are punctuated by "Words to Live Forever By" sections that offer advice like this:
If you find yourself fumbling at any point in your approach, try making a little small talk with your victim. Ask about his favorite hobbies, television shows or his taste in popular music. Then, once you're both feeling a little more relaxed, savagely plunge your fangs into his neck.
Another new book, The Vampire Is Just Not That Into You, plays off of both a book and the vampire trend (nicely done, Vlad Mezrick!). Any girls looking to lure a sparkly Edward Cullen of their very own will treasure the advice provided here, which includes ideas for making your bedroom more vampire-friendly (avoid thick comforters which can "muffle the exhilarating and delicious sound of your heartbeat"), 10 things not to bring up when meeting his family (don't bother asking for family photos!) and stories from real-life girls and the vampires who (might) be into them.
From the section on "10 tips on dating a (much) older man":
#4 Learn about his past. It would be super awkward to invite your vampire to tour Gettysburg if it turns out he, um, left mortality behind during the Civil War. Avoid forcing him to relive painful moments, like bloody wars or the time he missed an early opportunity to invest in Microsoft.
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And a giveaway: comment about your favorite vampire story of all time (book or TV) before Friday, October 16 and win three books from our Halloween roundup, including Otto Penzler's The Vampire Archives. US residents only this time. Good luck!
Media coverage of twitter—which was ubiquitous when they discovered it earlier this year and hasn't let up much since—tends to focus on the sensational. Like Senators caught tweeting during a presidential address. Or celebs using Twitter to to break up. But there's a very interesting literary community out there expressing themselves in 140 characters or less. Including, of course, BookPage (@BookPage). At any moment, booklovers are tweeting out book news and links to articles or blog posts you'll want to read, announcing giveaways or just discussing the latest bestseller.
Excellent newbie guides to Twitter have already been written, so in honor of Follow Friday, after the jump we'll share a few of our favorite tweeters and keywords (aka hashtags) to get you started in the Twitter community. This being the end of a long week I'm sure to have left someone out, so please add to the list—or share your own Twitter name—in the comments!
People/publishers to follow
@Maud Newton (of Maud Newton)
@mikecane (ebook news and opinion)
@RonHogan (of GalleyCat)
@[your favorite author—they're probably on there!]
(enter these into the search field to find every tweet using that tag)
#fridayreads (on Friday afternoons, learn what everyone plans to read over the weekend)
#litchat (afternoon book discussion)
#reading (to see what people are reading anytime)
#tbc (the twitter book club! They're currently reading Zoe Heller's The Believers.)
You can also use hashtags like #bouchercon and #romcon to track current or upcoming book events.


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OK. . .So we resume the dinner party that was rapidly turning into a fiasco. Joyce had already taken some heat, and I now saw Brandi turning her attention to Kyle. Kyle was not in the frame of mind to defend herself, and I knew I had to say something with out antagonizing her.
I, through many years of owning bars and restaurants, am only too well aware that reasoning with somebody who is overly intoxicated is usually pretty redundant. However, as I sat there, I understood that laughing at her ridiculous comments was almost supporting her. So I urged her gently to cease her nonsense. "Brandi, that's enough. Stop." A gentle reprimanding tone of voice, telling her she had gone too far. The look I received across the table was far from encouraging. But nonetheless I wanted to convey to her that what she was doing was not OK.
Kyle was emotional that weekend, once again investing in another tabloid story that had reared its ugly head. This one I believed was even more ridiculous. However Kyle always gives them more credence than they deserve, almost engulfing herself in the negative emotion of it all. Ignore it and this too shall pass!
I remember preposterous stories in the same magazine about myself. I never received support from my fellow Housewives discrediting them. I didn't expect it, and, quite frankly believe that to comment on it almost perpetuates it. I have been known to refuse to speak to these particular sources on the red carpet -- and I don't believe it has helped my cause with them either.
I categorically remember Kyle and I having a conversation a couple of years earlier about this absurd allegation. It had been on the Internet. We had giggled over it. And now, after all this time, it had found its way to the trash mags. I didn't understand her overreaction to it, but wanted to comfort her.


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Fleet Feet, Inc. Launches Branding Campaign
FitlosophyTM is much more than a process or procedure. It's a way of doing business, and it's why our customers keep coming back," says Fleet Feet, Incorporated President Jeff Phillips. "We don't just deliver the right footwear fit, but we help our customers find the right bra fit, apparel fit, training plan, heart rate monitor….everything we do as specialty retailers is about finding the right fit for our customers. FitlosophyTM is a just new way to communicate to the market what we've been doing all along."
The FitlosophyTM campaign features POS kits, brochures, counter signage, cards, and window decals, which will be in Fleet Feet Sports stores across the country beginning in September.
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