Saturday, September 26, 2009
movies
I've been posting some movie reviews on the KBOO Radio blog, since the radio show itself is now only once a month. It's not the most attractive website in the world, and it's confusing to navigate (at least for me), but the reviews should be appearing here, in case anyone's interested.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Recent Adventures
I have a bunch of photos to post from my recent trip to Glacier Park in Montana with my dad and our friend Patrick Goodall, but they're not ready yet. So instead I'm posting some photos from Saturday's two-stroke ride, an annual event perpetrated by the Sang-Froid Riding Club. This was my first time on a two-stroke! I gotta get one. They're weird but fun. They sound great and smell even better! You can't tell that from the photos, I guess, but if you ask anybody who was hanging around in Lake Oswego last Saturday, I'm sure they'll tell you it's true. If they can hear the question.
These were taken by Kenny Shinn, who let me borrow his friend Mona's bike for the day. Thanks, Kenny!
At the Sandy Hut, the launching point for all good rides.
On the Canby Ferry, with Dora, Tom Burnett, and Berkeley. (I don't trust my kickstand.)
Made it! All the way to Oregon City! Victorious.
These were taken by Kenny Shinn, who let me borrow his friend Mona's bike for the day. Thanks, Kenny!
At the Sandy Hut, the launching point for all good rides.
On the Canby Ferry, with Dora, Tom Burnett, and Berkeley. (I don't trust my kickstand.)
Made it! All the way to Oregon City! Victorious.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
8pm and I'm still reading the paper
But at least it's today's paper.
From Michiko Kakutani's NYT review of The Bolter, by Frances Osborne - I can't wait to read this book. (It's about the English "scandal queen" Idina Sackwell, the author's great-grandmother and my new hero, a rotten-girl role model famous for "lovers without number," dirty sleepovers and public bathing in champagne, among other things....)
Starting to understand why the Brits can get so strict about their tea-time....
From Michiko Kakutani's NYT review of The Bolter, by Frances Osborne - I can't wait to read this book. (It's about the English "scandal queen" Idina Sackwell, the author's great-grandmother and my new hero, a rotten-girl role model famous for "lovers without number," dirty sleepovers and public bathing in champagne, among other things....)
Ms. Osborne notes that in Edwardian London adulterous affairs tended to be conducted between the hours of five and seven (known as a "cinq a sept") because it took women lots of time in those days to unbutton and unlace their layers of corsets, chemises and underskirts, let alone relace and rebutton them up afterward, so lovers scheduled their visits for just after tea when "ladies were undressing in order to exchange their afternoon clothes for their evening ones."
Starting to understand why the Brits can get so strict about their tea-time....
Friday, September 11, 2009
Not Writing
More about my favorite subject, this time from Will Ferguson in the Globe & Mail:
Not writing is the easiest thing in the world to do. And that's what an author means when she says she is “working” on a book. Working means “not writing.” Working means reading, working means “research.” Working means watching TV. Working means taking long diversionary walks. Working means perusing newspapers with an unnaturally intense interest. It means everything and anything except the actual act of writing.Thanks RVB for the link!
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