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Friday, September 29, 2006
Live from the Dixie Classic Fair
Argh. Second try as I inadvertanly erased the first one. I hope the battery holds.
Live from the DC Fair in Winston-Salem!
Last night Bev Wilcox, Paul Elledge, and I got the booth materials (pretty much) in order, and this morning Paul and I came down to W-S to set up and work the firts day.
Pictures:
1) Paul chatting it up with a fairgoer.
2) The booth setup.
3) My exciting find - a new kind of coffee lid! I love coffee lid technology (and the coffee guy assured me on seeing my LP button that none of the money I paid was 'for taxes').
4) Extravagant purchase #2 - Happy Feet inserts from a neighboring vendor. So far i'm loving them. I definitely wore the wrong shoes today!
As always, the Fair is an extremely mixed bag - wonderful people mixed with somewhat less-than-wonderful folks mixed with just plain weird people (no doubt they think the same of us)
Argh. Second try as I inadvertanly erased the first one. I hope the battery holds.
Live from the DC Fair in Winston-Salem!
Last night Bev Wilcox, Paul Elledge, and I got the booth materials (pretty much) in order, and this morning Paul and I came down to W-S to set up and work the firts day.
Pictures:
1) Paul chatting it up with a fairgoer.
2) The booth setup.
3) My exciting find - a new kind of coffee lid! I love coffee lid technology (and the coffee guy assured me on seeing my LP button that none of the money I paid was 'for taxes').
4) Extravagant purchase #2 - Happy Feet inserts from a neighboring vendor. So far i'm loving them. I definitely wore the wrong shoes today!
As always, the Fair is an extremely mixed bag - wonderful people mixed with somewhat less-than-wonderful folks mixed with just plain weird people (no doubt they think the same of us)
Labels: LP
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Monday, September 25, 2006
Right and Wrong
A quote from the Dalai Lama I am pondering:
The threshold between right and wrong is pain. ¶ 10:10 AM 1 Comments Links to this post
The threshold between right and wrong is pain. ¶ 10:10 AM 1 Comments Links to this post
Four-legged hen
From CNN
SOMERSET, Pennsylvania (AP) -- -- Henrietta the chicken was living inconspicuously among 36,000 other birds at Brendle Farms for 18 months -- until a foreman noticed she had four legs.
"It's as healthy as the rest," the farm's owner, Mark Brendle, told The Daily American.
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Sunday, September 24, 2006
Chick lit
My evil friend Dahlia showed up one day recently and dumped not one, but FOUR paperbacks by Anne Bishop - the Black Jewels Trilogy (yes, four books, the new meaning of 'trilogy' in Fantasy circles, I suppose) on me. I resisted manfully (hah) at first, taking a strong dislike within the first 15 pages to the depressing characters and the ridiculous naming conventions and seemingly pointless dark-is-good inversion (the good guys were Saetan and Daemon; and Saetan was the cheerful old High Lord of Hell). But unfortunately, after casting the first book aside, I took it up again and got suckered in.
So these novels are perfectly targeted at women - the central character is a young woman with serious angst but who is so powerful she is the salvation of her world, but who can't cook or find her shoes. She's surrounded by males she chooses to be her father, brother, and mate, who are enormously powerful and who live to serve her. She eventually does save the world and then chooses to give up her power to become a 'normal' witch - which means she can cook and find her shoes and not scare people by blasting Bad Men to smithereens with a look and no longer has the fate of the world resting on her powerful-but-vulnerable shoulders. Somehow it strikes me as a metaphor for post-feminist angst about wanting to leave the career world and settle down with a garden and a flock of chickens. ;-)
AND of course there are the obligatory animals-that-can-talk. I blush to even write about these books - which, by the way, I thoroughly enjoyed (which is NOT to say I'd recommend them unless you have time to burn and you're female).
One plot device that grew very old very fast was the 'misunderstanding' - "Oh, he looked crosseyed at me; he hates me because I'm poor/rich/powerful/weak/daft," followed by a series of crosseyed looks delivered in the OTHER direction, causing distress on the other side of the True Love Pair, ratcheting up until a village got slaughtered or whatever (these are powerful people, dontcha know) and then everything gets settled out... util the next crisis-of-confidence. Please. That gets old fast, even in fiction (especially in fiction).
Thanks, Dahlia. Not!! :-) ¶ 6:53 PM 0 Comments Links to this post
So these novels are perfectly targeted at women - the central character is a young woman with serious angst but who is so powerful she is the salvation of her world, but who can't cook or find her shoes. She's surrounded by males she chooses to be her father, brother, and mate, who are enormously powerful and who live to serve her. She eventually does save the world and then chooses to give up her power to become a 'normal' witch - which means she can cook and find her shoes and not scare people by blasting Bad Men to smithereens with a look and no longer has the fate of the world resting on her powerful-but-vulnerable shoulders. Somehow it strikes me as a metaphor for post-feminist angst about wanting to leave the career world and settle down with a garden and a flock of chickens. ;-)
AND of course there are the obligatory animals-that-can-talk. I blush to even write about these books - which, by the way, I thoroughly enjoyed (which is NOT to say I'd recommend them unless you have time to burn and you're female).
One plot device that grew very old very fast was the 'misunderstanding' - "Oh, he looked crosseyed at me; he hates me because I'm poor/rich/powerful/weak/daft," followed by a series of crosseyed looks delivered in the OTHER direction, causing distress on the other side of the True Love Pair, ratcheting up until a village got slaughtered or whatever (these are powerful people, dontcha know) and then everything gets settled out... util the next crisis-of-confidence. Please. That gets old fast, even in fiction (especially in fiction).
Thanks, Dahlia. Not!! :-) ¶ 6:53 PM 0 Comments Links to this post
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Rye is best whenever!
Stoned or not (and it's always 'not', believe me), Shopping is always like this for me:
Too High For The Supermarket
(full lyrics at the link above)
Sixteen different brands of tuna,
Chicken of the Sea or Big Kahuna
Packed in oil, packed in water,
dolphin friendly, dolphin slaughtered
And oh God, what about the bread?
Should I get white or wheat instead?
Or... rye! Rye's the best I've tasted
Rye is best when ever you're wasted!
Too high for the supermarket,
too high for the grocery store
too high for the supermarket
ain't gonna shop like this no more
Here's a clip to give the flavor of the song.
And, speaking of rye, I can't (won't) resist a link to one of my favorite subjects: Neolithic founder crops.
But now, I hear the rooster crowing, so I know it must be time to head to work! ¶ 6:51 AM 0 Comments Links to this post
Too High For The Supermarket
(full lyrics at the link above)
Sixteen different brands of tuna,
Chicken of the Sea or Big Kahuna
Packed in oil, packed in water,
dolphin friendly, dolphin slaughtered
And oh God, what about the bread?
Should I get white or wheat instead?
Or... rye! Rye's the best I've tasted
Rye is best when ever you're wasted!
Too high for the supermarket,
too high for the grocery store
too high for the supermarket
ain't gonna shop like this no more
Here's a clip to give the flavor of the song.
And, speaking of rye, I can't (won't) resist a link to one of my favorite subjects: Neolithic founder crops.
But now, I hear the rooster crowing, so I know it must be time to head to work! ¶ 6:51 AM 0 Comments Links to this post
