Seems Like a Memory: Personal Bookshelf # Self Forgets

Self has begun taking down the Christmas decorations.

WHAT. A. CHORE.

She comforted herself by taking a couple of pictures:

Christmas 2012:  A Parting Glance

Christmas 2012: A Parting Glance

This is Bookcase # 2 in the dining room.  Speaking of which . . .  time for more of the book tabulation project!

This is Bookcase # 2 in the dining room. Speaking of which:  it’s time for more of the book tabulation project!

Book Count So Far:  633 Books!  Amazing!

Onward.

The lowest shelf of Bookcase # 2 in the dining room contains 32 books.

ALL OF WHICH are Engineering books.  Which means they are SUPER BORING.

Don’t believe self?  Try these on for size:

  • Electronic Properties of Crystalline Solids by someone with last name Bube
  • Physical Metallurgy for Engineers by Who-Gives-a-Fart?
  • The Foundations of Magnetic Recording by See Above
  • Metal Forming:  Mechanics and Metallurgy by See Above, Part 2

633 + 32 = 665 Total Books Counted So Far

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

New Year, Dutch Goose

Stanford won the Rose Bowl!

Hogan did it!  He did it!

Today, another “first”:  Self and The Man watched the game at the Dutch Goose, along with other Stanford alumni.  We looked to be about one of the few oldies in the crowd.  The crowd was amazingly sedate, only bursting out into loud applause when Stanford scored a touchdown (twice, in the first quarter)

Self had potato fries, fries, fries.  She should have gone for the sweet potato fries.  The result was –  nausea.  After last night’s greasy bacon dog, today’s basket of fries just about finished off her stomach.

Still, the day was loads of fun.

We shared a table with a Computer Science grad from the 1970s.  He said back then, computer science wasn’t so much about programming.  It was more like engineering.  He actually remembered building something with slabs of concrete.  He remembered using punched index cards for his final.

This girl was nursing a Stanford tattoo on the back of her hand.  She said she was waiting to see someone with a tattoo on his/her face.

This girl was nursing a Stanford tattoo on the back of her hand. She said she was waiting to see someone with a tattoo on his/her face.

This man and the girl with the Stanford tattoo on her hand exchanged business cards and then left, about halfway through the game.

This man and the girl with the Stanford tattoo on her hand exchanged business cards and then left, about halfway through the game.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Happy New Year! A Walk Around the Neighborhood with The Ancient One

Interesting Sidewalk Detail

Interesting Sidewalk Detail

The Ancient One Loves a Walk, Especially in the Sunshine!

The Ancient One Loves a Walk, Especially in the Sunshine!

We let her stop and smell anything she wants, because we know we do not have much longer to spend with her (As self never tires of pointing out, she is 17 yrs old).

We let her stop and smell anything she wants, because we know we do not have much longer to spend with her (As self never tires of pointing out, she is 17 yrs old).

The magnolia trees in our neighbors' yards are starting to bloom.

The magnolia trees in our neighbors’ yards are starting to bloom.

And now we are off to catch the Rose Bowl at Dutch Goose on Alameda, along with other excitable Stanford alums.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

The Past Is Still With Us

On the last day of 2012, self:

  • Bought plants from Home Depot.  It was bitterly cold.  The men lining the parking lot, looking anxiously every time self rounded a curve, breathed frost.
  • Watched a bitter, painful movie named “Margaret,” in which a nymphet played by Anna Paquin uses her charm to distract a bus driver who then hits a pedestrian and kills her.  Charming stuff.
  • Tried Five Guys Burgers and Fries, the new burger place next to the Century 20 in downtown Redwood City.  When we entered, there were only two other customers in the place.  But in the next 20 minutes, almost 30 people came, and by the time we left to watch our movie (“The Hobbit” –  the best movie self could possibly have picked to while away the waning hours of the old year.  Which does not mean to say it is a great movie.  But it is the kind of movie that lets you sink completely into the characters.  If you are not fitful.  Like the poor young woman to self’s right, who clearly was there only to accompany her boyfriend, and who kept moving restlessly in her seat)
  • Read further about the desecration of the Parthenon by 18th and 19th century British scavengers (Lord Elgin among the most egregious) in Sharon Waxman’s absorbing Loot:  The Battle Over the Stolen Treasures of the Ancient World. Here’s a fascinating passage, about how the Parthenon marbles, now housed in the British Museum, were scoured white (The originals were “highly colored,” according to “archaeological evidence”) to please a wealthy patron named Lord Duveen:

When Sir Joseph Duveen, a millionaire art dealer, offered to donate money for a new gallery to properly house and display the Parthenon sculptures, the British Museum gratefully accepted.  But Lord Duveen had his own ideas about how the marbles should look.  In step with contemporary standards of beauty, he wanted them whiter . . .  Incredibly, Duveen’s workers were given free access to the marbles.  It was not until September 1938 that the director of the museum, John Forsdyke, passed through the sculpture department and noticed a group of sculptures being cleaned with a number of copper tools and a piece of coarse Carborundum, a hard substance usually used for grinding steel or polishing granite . . .  The effect of the method employed in cleaning the sculptures has been to remove the surface of the marble and to impart to it a smooth white appearance.

Continues Waxman:  “The Duveen Gallery was meant to open in the spring of 1939 . . .  Europe was about to go to war, and when it did the Parthenon sculptures remained out of sight until after the end of World War II.  By the time they reappeared in 1949, few remembered exactly what the sculptures had looked like before being taken from view.”

Then, in 1999, the British Museum, in an attempt to patch relations with Greece, “convened an international seminar on the damage.”  Unfortunately, “the conference further inflamed tensions between British and Greek scholars.  After tense days of discussion, the closing reception was held in the Duveen Gallery, where wine and sandwiches were served.  A museum official invited the scholars — who had been handling greasy sandwiches — to touch the sculptures for themselves, a gesture intended to demonstrate that the patina of the sculptures had not been harmed by the cleaning.  But the gesture had the opposite effect.  The Greek delegation was incensed and stormed out.”

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

The After-Christmas Party to End All After-Christmas Parties

The young ones chat outside while the old ones sit inside and eat themselves senseless.

The young ones chat outside while the old ones sit inside and eat themselves senseless.

An Armenian neighbor of Irene's.  Self had no idea that Glendale had a large Armenian community.

An Armenian neighbor of Irene’s. Self had no idea that Glendale had a large Armenian community.

Self found out from one of the cousins that Kim Kardashian is planning to run for mayor of Glendale.  Then will there be more Kanye sightings, self wonders?

This is a HOME-MADE Brazo de Mercedes (Self had two servings) made by niece Melanie's husband, Joey Fermin.

This is a HOME-MADE Brazo de Mercedes (Self had two servings) made by niece Melanie’s husband, Joe Fermin.

More desserts!  From Porto's, a hole-in-the-wall that's now expanded to three branches, in Glendale and thereabouts.

More desserts! From Porto’s, a former hole-in-the-wall serving only bread, now expanded to three branches, including Burbank.

Self met, for the first time, her Niece Valen, sister of the Manila designer Camille (Self's partner in crime at Mesa, Greenbelt 5, last month!); The other human is Mike V, youngest son of Tito Mario Villanueva.

Self met, for the first time, her Niece Valen, sister of the Manila designer Camille (Self’s partner in crime at Mesa, Greenbelt 5, last month!); The other human is Mike V, youngest son of Tito Mario Villanueva!

Photo on 12-29-12 at 5.37 PM #2

The photo above is of self and Llana, self’s niece and 1/2 of the fab creative team of LLAVA, which just came out with their first line of tops.  Self is wearing the $30 grey top, isn’t it SUCH A STEAL???  Self never felt so glam!  Even after 2 hours of eating, she still felt slim in this top!

Here’s a link to the top self is wearing, in a darker grey.  And here’s the LLAVA Facebook page.

The eating continues.  Self must have gained five lbs. today.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Personal Library 11

Merry Christmas, dear blog readers!

It is raining again.

But so what.  Self likes the rain.  As long as it doesn’t come with high winds.  Like, this morning, self was even able to go outside without a poncho and plant a new begonia.  Getting wet now and then is very good for the soul.

Onward with the book tabulation!

Self is now starting with the second bookcase in the dining room.  This is the one right underneath the Santi Bose painting, “The White Room.”  There are 21 books in this area.

428 + 21 = 449 total of books catalogued thus far

Books in this section include:  The Translator’s Diary, by Jon Pineda; The Art of the Novel, by Milan Kundera;  Another Kind of Paradise:  Short Stories From the New Asia-Pacific, edited by Trevor Carolan (Self’s story “Lizard” is in here);  Philippine Speculative Fiction IV:  Literature of the Fantastic, edited by Dean Francis Alfar and Nikki Alfar (Among the authors:  Maryanne Moll, Charles Tan, Apol Lejano-Massebieau);  Against Forgetting:  Twentieth Century Poetry of Witness, edited by Carolyn Forché;  Palayok, by Doreen Fernandez; My Shining Archipelago:  Poems by Talvikki Ansel

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Letterman Last Night (Friday, 21 December 2012)

Naomi Watts was the guest on Letterman last night.  The musical number was by Darlene Love.  When Love began belting it out, self almost felt like getting up and daaancing!

It was so very nice to see Naomi Watts.  Self loves her.  Looooves her.  She loved her in King Kong, and she loved her in The Painted Veil.  She also loved her in The Ring, even though self kept her eyes closed for about a third of that movie.

So, Watts was on Letterman last night, and she looked grreat.  Her hair was long and straight (like it usually is), her skin looked fantastic, and she was wearing the greatest shoes!  Granted, most of the time the camera didn’t show her shoes.  But when she was walking to her seat, she did have the cutest shoes.

Her gold cuff bracelet were pretty fab, too.

This morning, self left a message with son.  He and Jennie are driving to Las Cruces, New Mexico, to spend Christmas with Jennie’s family.  When son called back, he said that they were already in Phoenix.  “Be careful!” self kept repeating.  “Be careful, so many loonies out there!”  She was thinking of Newtown.  She’s pretty anxious right now.  Eeek!  The Man even had a (rare) nightmare last night.  Self had to turn on the light.  He was so agitated.

Then she asked son which movies he’d want to see when he comes up, 2nd of January.  “Did you want to see Guilt Trip?” she asked hopefully.  “No,” son said.  He sounded most definite.  He said he and Jennie had already decided they would see Les Miserables together, on Christmas Day.  And they’d already seen Silver Linings Playbook.

“Didn’t you just love it?” self burst out.  “That Jennifer Lawrence is such a cutie pie!  She got nominated for a Golden Globe!”

“Yes,” son enthused.  “And so did the movie!”

Awww, it was just the cutest film.  Self will root for it come Oscar time.

Jennifer Lawrence and Naomi Watts are self’s two most favorite actresses (Except she doesn’t like Jennifer in Hunger Games.  Jennifer should, in self’s humble opinion, just leave those action roles behind.  Drama and/or comedy are really her forte).

And self also likes Keira Knightley.  She wants to see Anna Karenina (only it is sad and will probably make her cry).

Others whose movies never (or almost never) misses:  Amy Adams, Elizabeth Banks, Kate Beckinsale, Emily Blunt.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Eat and Be Merry

It is well nigh Christmas!

And we should all eat and be merry.

In fact, self has been merry since days and days ago, when she had to shop for presents and decided to give everyone chocolates.  But of course, she couldn’t get someone a box of truffles without getting a box for herself, right?  After all, this is Christmas!

Anyhoo, self is reading this part in The Glass Castle where the narrator, Jeannette Walls, is really really hungry, and is invited to visit the home of the town whore (Walls’s words, not self’s), and there is a huge roaster on the table, and the woman (whose name is Ginny Sue), mother of nine, says that if little Jeannette will help her clean the bird, she’ll make her some “special chicken rolls.”

So the narrator picks everything apart, even the chicken tendons, even, from the tail, “that nice part that everybody misses” (which, BTW, self’s Dear Departed Dad loved to eat).

And here’s the rest of that section (Warning:  Mayonnaise plays a major part in the proceedings.  If you, like son, feel that “mayonnaise is the most disgusting food on the planet,” then stop reading.  Right now):

“Girl,” Ginnie Sue said, “in all my days, I have never seen no one pick a chicken clean like you.”

I held up the spear-shaped cartilage in the breast bone, which most people don’t eat, and bit down with a satisfying crunch.

Ginnie Sue scraped the meat into a bowl, mixed it with mayonnaise and Cheez Whiz, then crushed a handful of potato chips and added them.  She spread the mixture onto two slices of Wonder bread, then rolled each slice into a cylinder and passed them to us.  “Birds in a blanket,” she said.  They tasted great.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Personal Library 5

In five more days Christmas 2012 will be over!  Over, over, over!

Self feels like singing.

No more traffic!  No more lines!  No more snarling soccer moms barreling along the streets in their behemoth SUVs!

Anyhoo, back to the tabulation of her books.

Last night, the count was up to 145.

Now, she turns to a small pile behind the pile she tabulated last night.

In this small pile, there are also five books.

She will not list them all, as she’s quite behind in her reading and writing today.  She spent the whole afternoon in: a) Costco and b) Stan-fuhd.  Speaking of Dear Old Alma Mater, they have added so many new buildings!  Self’s jaw dropped at the sight of the new Bing Auditorium.

She called Niece G to wish Niece a Happy Belated Birthday, only to be told (by txt msg) that Niece’s birthday isn’t until DECEMBER 27.  Oh thank heavens.  Self thought she had missed it.

Anyhoo, back to the book tabulation.

In this pile, there is a book edited by one of her former teachers, Arthur P. Wolf.  The book is Studies in Chinese Society, and self remembers it very well because it was her first required text in the graduate program in East Asian Studies.  And she was always in an agony of trying to call up quotes (to make herself sound more intelligent) during class.

The second book is a novel, First Person Plural, by Andrew W. M. Beierle, who she read with at The Writer’s Center in Bethesda, Maryland, early 2010 (Can that really be almost three years ago?  Heavens!)

And in this pile is a Very Very Special Book:  Hokusai:  One Hundred Poets.

It is the biggest, heaviest book that self owns, and it was a Christmas present from sole fruit of her loins, several years ago, when he was an undergrad in Cal Poly.  And it cost him a lot of money.  And he/we were all very strapped for funds at that time.  But such is love!

Cover Detail, HOKUSAI:  ONE HUNDRED POETS

Cover Detail, HOKUSAI: ONE HUNDRED POETS

Thank you, son!

From the Introduction:

Hokusai is one of the greatest artists of any time or place.  He was born in 1760, in the Katsushika district of Edo (now Tokyo) and lived into his ninetieth year, dying in 1849.

The last of his great print series was the One Hundred Poets.  Begun in the artist’s seventy-sixth year, the prints have a greater richness of color and more wealth of detail than the prints of any other series in this large format.

145 + 5 = 150 total # of books counted thus far

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Front Porch: Greenery

Oh, what gorgeous weather we in California have been enjoying, this Thanksgiving weekend!

For which self offers up fervent thanks.

In the summer, self decided to fill her empty terra cotta pots with plants (Some of these have been sitting empty for YEARS!)  She bought a wee cell-pack of “King” Coleus from Home Depot. Just look at them now! 

There are years when — out of sheer laziness — self keeps the pumpkins on the front porch until January!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

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