Sunday, April 11, 2010

Grand Canyon














The Grand Canyon - believe everything you have heard. It is all that and more. We only explored the views from a small portion of the south rim over the course of two days, but it was plenty. Our second day happened to be Easter Sunday, and we got up at 4 a.m. in order to be at the rim at sunrise.



Sunrise, and snow on the ground.














Airplane reading on this trip: Ford County by John Grisham, and Winesburg, Ohio by Sherwood Anderson. Both of these books are collections of short stories that use a specific community and its characters as a thematic framework.

Monday, March 29, 2010

David Sedaris Talking Pretty

I just finished Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris. Loved this collection of hilarious short essays. My two favorites were "Jesus Shaves" and "The Tapeworm is In." Thankfully for all of us, Sedaris endured some hellacious French classes, and survived to tell the tales. In this book he shares his frustrations with gender assignments for inanimate objects, his impossibly arrogant French teacher, and the ambiguous explanation of Easter to a Moroccan student in his French class.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Summertime: June 2010 in Venice


Summertime, the 1955 movie set in Venice, pairs "spinster" * Jane Hudson (played by the inimitable Katherine Hepburn, age 48 at the time this film was made) and handsome Renato de Rossi (Rossano Brazzi). I was on the phone last week several times, trying to work out a points purchase for a ticket to Venice in June. This movie was recommended to me by one of the travel agents, Bill in Los Angeles, who has been to Venice many times. So glad to have watched it - beautiful shots of Venice. And of course, there's Katherine Hepburn. At one point in the movie, another woman remarks to Jane Hudson, "In Italy, age is an asset." Jane/Katherine's retort: "Well, if it is, then I'm loaded."

*Spinster is the word used in one of the movie's taglines.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Snow in the mountains


We made a quick trip to the mountains today. There is still about a foot of snow on the ground, and the forecast is calling for more this week.
Recent readings and reports: I finished Lorrie Moore's "Self Help" a few weeks ago, and found this collection of short stories to be quite satisfying. She successfully takes on the narrative voice of second person in six of the nine stories in this collection. Try writing in second person sometime if you want a challenge. I particularly liked "How to Talk to Your Mother (Notes)."
From there I moved on to Elizabeth Gilbert's "Stern Men." Eh. I read half of it, and it sat on my table unread for about a week. When I picked it up and realized I couldn't remember any of the main characters' names, the death knell rang for this book, and I took it back to the library unfinished. You will remember Gilbert is the author of the gargantuan best-seller, "Eat, Pray, Love." I am reminded of my clever daughter Alison's quip: a memoir about the life of a praying mantis might be entitled: "Pray, Love, Eat." I haven't started EPL yet, but I'm thinking I would enjoy my daughter's version of the book better than Gilbert's.
I just finished a short little book by Steven Pressfield, entitled "The War of Art." The subtitle of the book is "Break Through the Blocks and Win Your Inner Creative Battles." Sort of corny sounding, but Pressfield is an ex-Marine, and he is not pussy-footing around with this muse thing. To sum the book up: sit your butt in the chair and do whatever it is you think you have a passion for. Quit talking about it. Quit going to workshops. Quit eliciting sympathy from your friends about how you don't have the time, or you don't have the talent, or the moon isn't in the right phase. Shut up and do it. So now you don't have to read Pressfield's book, though I encourage you to anyway. Otherwise you might miss some great quotes and insights, like this one: "Self-doubt can be an ally. This is because it serves as an indicator or aspiration. It reflects love, love of something we dream of doing, and desire, desire to do it. If you find yourself asking yourself (and your friends), "Am I really a writer? Am I really an artist?" chances are you are. The counterfeit innovator is wildly self-confident. The real one is scared to death."

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Sequestered Sewing II



Another baby quilt pieced and pin-basted this morning. This one has a Beatrix Potter print featuring Mrs. Tiggywinkle and Tom Kitten.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Sequestered Sewing

Nothing like 6+ inches of snow to keep one sequestered in the house with UFOs (sewing lingo for unfinished objects). I spent part of this morning getting Mabry's quilt ready for quilting. This is the pin-basting stage, making the sandwich (quilt top/middle batting/quilt back) ready for machine-quilting.

Mabry Mill is an old authentic gristmill on the Blue Ridge Parkway in Virginia, at mile marker 176. Since this is a quilt made for a little girl named Mabry, I decided to use the mill wheel block in the layout, and I chose fabric for the borders that mimics flowing water.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Julia et moi


The weekend approaches, and so does significant snowfall, apparently. The prospect of being snowed in for the weekend brings eager anticipation of reading, sewing, and writing. Last night I finished My Life in France by Julia Child, with Alex Prud'homme. This is the story of Julia's years from 1948, when she and her husband, Paul, arrived in France, through 1992. Julia, with the narrative help of nephew Prud'homme, recounts treasured memories of the people, places, and foods of France she encountered in those many years. I treated myself to the newest hardback issue of Julia's Mastering the Art of French Cooking recently, and look forward to experimenting with French cuisine. I did make Quiche Lorraine last week, and when I checked the recipe in Mastering, I was surprised to learn that authentic Quiche Lorraine does not contain cheese. If you want cheese, then you make Quiche au Fromage de Gruyère.

My favorite quote of Julia's from My Life in France:
"I just liked eggheads, damnit!" Moi aussi, Julia!