Sunday, October 2, 2011

Ursula LeGuin on publishing

"Books are social vectors, but publishers have been slow to see it. They barely even noticed book clubs until Oprah goosed them. But then the stupidity of the contemporary, corporation-owned publishing company is fathomless: they think they can sell books as commodities.

"Moneymaking entities controlled by obscenely rich executives and their anonymous accountants have acquired most previously independent publishing houses with the notion of making quick profit by selling works of art and information. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that such people get sleepy when they read. Within the corporate whales are many luckless Jonahs who were swallowed alive with their old publishing house—editors and such anachronisms—people who read wide awake. Some of them are so alert they can scent out promising new writers. Some of them have their eyes so wide open they can even proofread. But it doesn't do them much good. For years now, most editors have had to waste most of their time on an unlevel playing field, fighting Sales and Accounting."

Only you, not only me

some "old folks" said to younger folks (http://www.overcomingbias.com/2011/09/aged-wisdom.html):

"You might look inside yourself and think you know yourself, but over many decades you can change in ways you won't see ahead of time. Don't assume you know who you will become. This applies all the more to folks around you. You may know who they are now, but not who they will become."

I also have found this to be true, even in my relatively short lifespan.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Into Words

Frans B M de Waal:
"The evolutionary reasons for altruistic behavior are not necessarily the animals' reasons."
From iPhone

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Golf Country

It's funny the look Arizonans give you when you say you don't play golf. A mixture of two parts incredulous and one part "flee the leper"

From iPhone

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Bad Hair Fortnight

Well, it turns out I can't be a western woman, of leisure or otherwise. My hair HATES this climate. Flat and blah. Humidity may cause the frizz, but I'll deal with that in exchange for some pouf.

From iPhone

Snap Time!

From online New York Times:

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Which is worse...

...spelling it right but pronouncing it wrong (shudder) or jumping all the way in and spelling it wrong?

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Unfortunate Acronyms

North American Directory Services

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Leaping Frog

Rocky mountain high

I feel so AWAKE.

I'm having less caffeine than normal, but my alertness is doubled (without troubling my sleep).

Is it the altitude? Or just lack of having to work?

Something got screwed up somewhere, because clearly I was meant to be a Western woman of leisure.

From iPhone

2 skwrls

Monday, August 22, 2011

Monday

Sitting in the bright sunshine, everything shiny clean after the many loud and torrential storms during the night, drinking exceptionally good iced coffee, an occasional golfer on the third tee in our back yard, quiet, content. No driving today.

Don't you just hate Mondays?

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Sunday, August 21, 2011

Wow

I have now seen TORNADOES live and in person!

(and small and distant enough not to fear for myself or much damage to others)

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Lark Bunting

The beautiful lark bunting (Colorado's state bird) seems to be fairly common. Unfortunately, every time I try to say its name aloud, it comes out "bark lunting."

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Friday, August 19, 2011

Aaaawwww!

We were hoping for the imaginary mayonnaise!

Trip day one

Up at 4:30, two flights of around five hours, four-hour drive through AMAZING scenery, checked in, exhausted, waiting for a burger and a margarita. Not necessarily in that order. Tomorrow, up at 6, another four-hour drive to Fort Carson to see Andrew!

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Thursday, August 11, 2011

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

words with no English equivalent

from Andrew Sullivan, but his site makes you jump around to see them all

Zhaghzhagh (Persian)
The chattering of teeth from the cold or from rage.
Yuputka (Ulwa)
A word made for walking in the woods at night, it’s the phantom sensation of something crawling on your skin.
Slampadato (Italian)
Addicted to the UV glow of tanning salons? This word describes you.
Luftmensch (Yiddish)
There are several Yiddish words to describe social misfits. This one is for an impractical dreamer with no business sense. Literally, air person.
Iktsuarpok (Inuit)
You know that feeling of anticipation when you’re waiting for someone to show up at your house and you keep going outside to see if they’re there yet? This is the word for it.
Cotisuelto (Caribbean Spanish)
A word that would aptly describe the prevailing fashion trend among American men under 40, it means one who wears the shirt tail outside of his trousers.
Pana Po’o (Hawaiian)
“Hmm, now where did I leave those keys?” he said, pana po’oing. It means to scratch your head in order to help you remember something you’ve forgotten.
Gumusservi (Turkish)
Meteorologists can be poets in Turkey with words like this at their disposal. It means moonlight shining on water.
Vybafnout (Czech)
A word tailor-made for annoying older brothers—it means to jump out and say boo.
Mencolek (Indonesian)
You know that old trick where you tap someone lightly on the opposite shoulder from behind to fool them? The Indonesians have a word for it.
Faamiti (Samoan)
To make a squeaking sound by sucking air past the lips in order to gain the attention of a dog or child.
Glas wen (Welsh)
A smile that is insincere or mocking. Literally, a blue smile.
Bakku-shan (Japanese)
The experience of seeing a woman who appears pretty from behind but not from the front.
Boketto (Japanese)
It’s nice to know that the Japanese think enough of the act of gazing vacantly into the distance without thinking to give it a name.
Kummerspeck (German)
Excess weight gained from emotional overeating. Literally, grief bacon.
L'esprit de l'escalier" (French)
to think of a witty response to someone after the moment has passed.
Tocayo (Spanish-Mexican)
It is only used by people with the same name. So that one person named Ricardo might call another person named Ricardo "Tocayo."
biritilulo (Papua, New Guinea)
literally means "to argue over yams" but is actually a great, loud row deliberately started between two angry parties as a way of letting out tension. It allows everyone to realize that the conflict in question is silly and to get on with life.
sobremesa (Spanish)
sitting around the table in leisurely conversation after the meal is over.
saudades (Portuguese) 
the pain and the pleasure of missing someone or something.  The pain part is obvious; the pleasure is because the realization that you have a connection with a person or place that is so strong it causes you pain.  And, more generally, it's joyous to remember what you love. Soldiers looking at pictures of their lovers or family are experiencing saudades.
Fremdschämen (German)
feeling shame or embarrassment on behalf of someone else (versus Schadenfreude, taking pleasure in others' pain)

embarrassment of riches

folk art bookmark

love this idea -- had to hack the picture from the website, http://www.designsbysick.com/details/xsfolkartbm


Friday, May 27, 2011

Crocheted bracelet




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Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Knit update

Two horizontal sections done




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Monday, May 23, 2011

Knit update

First horizontal row of color




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Sunday, May 22, 2011

logic through the ages

I'm reading Andersonville, a memoir of a Civil War POW, and came upon this passage:


All whom we met were eager to discuss with us the causes, phases and progress of the war, and whenever opportunity offered or could be made, those of us who were inclined to talk were speedily involved in an argument with crowds of soldiers and citizens. But, owing to the polemic poverty of our opponents, the argument was more in name than in fact. Like all people of slender or untrained intellectual powers they labored under the hallucination that asserting was reasoning, and the emphatic reiteration of bald statements, logic.


Applicable today.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Knit update

Done with the border




After knitting the whole thing, I'll fold over the border and sew it, sort of like this:





But I have much to do before then -- tomorrow I begin COLOR from this promising pile:



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New knit project

Starting a throw blanket for (the other) Sarah. Here is the progress I was able to make on the drive back from Maine:








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Friday, May 13, 2011

Web flight

Did you ever read Charlotte's Web? Charlotte's children climb to the top of (whatever), spin some silk, and fly away.

I just saw it happen. Sitting on Nick and Sarah's front steps (Bob is helping put in a walkway), I noticed a little spider that kept climbing up my leg (and I kept removing her and placing her in the grass). A while later I saw her at the top of the railing, and before I could blink, she had launched herself over my head. I watched her cross the yard, hovering 4 to 3 to 2 feet, before I lost sight of her.


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Time travel

Driving north to Maine, going back in time, seeing the hawthorn bloom again


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Thursday, May 12, 2011

End

Finished reading John Adams just after midnight. Now bereft.


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Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Shiva's Eye

Turns out, the filed-shell jewelry (usually a cabochon) that I love has a name: Shiva's Eye. It is the operculum of many shelled marine animals.