In the Garden: 3rd Tuesday of November (2012)

There is a weak sun.

The Bird Feeder in the Cherry Tree.  Self filled it with cracked corn.  The squirrels don’t seem to like the corn as much.

The Birdbath Today: No wonder it attracts no birds!

In other news:  Marylee, one of the writers self met in Hawthornden in June, is here!  Is here!  Is here!

Self will be seeing her in just two days.  Yippeeee!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Early Morning: The View From the Kitchen Window

Kitchen Window, Redwood City, Fall 2012

The oil and vinegar cruets are from Nerja, Spain (Self was there in ’96).  The small white statue of the Blessed Virgin was a gift from an aunt who’d just returned from Lourdes.  It contains holy water.

Stay tuned, dear blog reader.  Stay tuned.

Glory Be! Self Has Finally Seen “Skyfall”!

The screen is from Cebu. Self found it in the Redwood City World Market.

Self is back in the suburban anomie of Redwood City, California.  The city where, despite the name, there are no redwoods.  Where teen-agers in scruffy jeans slouch through Sequoia Station.  Where the local See’s store knows just exactly how many peanut butter patties self limits herself to buying per week.  Where every day self is reminded that she does not know how to cook a turkey.  Where there are movies galore!

Oh San Francisco Bay Area, the nights have never seemed so cold, especially when juxtaposed against the velvety heat of Bacolod City.

Here are a few of the momentous decisions self must make within the week:

  • Will she renew her membership to the Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco for next year?
  • Will she give anyone a gift subscription to the New York Review of Books?
  • Will she agree to teach two back-to-back quarters for UCLA Extension’s Writers Program?
  • Can she finish her novel in time to submit to various contests?
  • Is Argo a lock for Best Picture and Best Director Oscar nominations?
  • Will she have time to see The Late Quartet this week?
  • Should she get take-out from Su Hong?
  • When does Justified Season 4 start?
  • Who did she leave off her Christmas card list last year?

Self saw “Skyfall.”  It was amazing.  The fight sequences were so beautiful, especially one near the end where you forget it’s Daniel Craig and just think Bond!  Bond!  Bond!  He and his opponent appear in silhouette against a background of the most planchent midnight blue.  Adele sings the theme song.  “Q” is played by a wonderful, skinny whippet of an actor with geek glasses, finely sculpted cheek bones, an air of great chagrin, and dark, muppet hair.  SPOILER ALERT:  Judi Dench’s M floats serenely out of the scene, but not before she gets to say, “To hell with dignity!” Self will miss the sardonic twist Daniel Craig gave to the response, “Yes, mum.”  Dench’s place is taken by Ralph Fiennes’ Mallory.  There is a new regular, a woman with a superb bod, whose name just happens to be Eve Moneypenny.  And oh, what can self say about Javier Bardem?  When he has bad hair, he is just the most cheeky kind of villain!  Self thinks the scene where he prissily approaches Bond, as if on tiptoe, as if disregarding completely the fact that Bond is roped to a chair, as if he is addressing an equal, is such a madcap, funny/poignant/scary scene.  Bardem in the flesh (like in those tabloid pics with Penelope Cruz) is very handsome, but when he has bad hair (and not only is his hair bad here, it also happens to be blonde), his eyes bug out accordingly, and he looks like a goldfish.  A malevolent goldfish.  With rotting teeth.  In one scene, self swears one can practically smell the rot.  At the end, the packed moviehouse (Century 20, downtown Redwood City) clapped.  For once, self joined in the accolades.  She has never clapped before, not even at the end of Inception, when the audience engaged in similar effusions of praise.  Self must admit, she didn’t like Sam Mendes when Kate Winslet left him because of allegations he had fallen in love with Rebecca Hall.  But with this movie, he has redeemed himself.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

A New Screen

It’s from self’s new favorite store, World Market in Redwood City. The store tag said, “Made in Cebu.”

She missed the San Carlos Farmers Market (again), boo.

The heat broke, finally.  Self opened the French doors.

Best Writing, Economist Business Section, June 2 – 8

Okay, okay, self knows:  Today is July 27, and she still hasn’t caught up with her reading of The Economist.  She is almost two months behind.

But, really, who cares?  Self only reads The Economist to trawl for examples of good writing, not to glean any actual news.  Come on, people!  For news, there’s the web!

The Business section has mention of the following:

“Why American firms cannot do deals without being sued.” — The article begins with a quote from Kurt Vonnegut.  Oh, how very erudite are these Economist business writers!   Here’s the quote:  “Kurt Vonnegut wrote that, “in every big transaction, there is a magic moment during which the man who is due to receive it has not yet done so.  An alert lawyer will make the moment his own, possessing the treasure for a magic microsecond, taking a little of it, passing it on.”  Like so many novelists (quoth The Economist), he was “talking bosh.  No alert lawyer takes only ‘a little.’ “

“The sound of discord at HP” –  Few people, if any, can sing two songs in different keys at the same time.  Yet the boss of a troubled company often has to belt out an upbeat number about how brilliant the firm is while simultaneously wailing a lament about how hard it will be to knock into shape.  Thorstein Heins (Self’s immediate thought:  What kind of parents name their kid “Thorstein”???), the newish boss of Research in Motion, has been getting plenty of practice:  on May 30th the enfeebled maker of Blackberrys told investors to expect a quarterly loss.  And Meg Whitman has been singing both major and minor since September, when she became Hewlett-Packard’s third chief in less than 14 months.

“What the world’s biggest luxury group will do next” –  France’s tradition of making exquisite luxuries dates back at least to the court of Louis XIV.  The sun king financed ébénistes (cabinet-makers), tapisseurs (upholsterers), menuisiers (carpenters) and other artisans who made beautiful and largely useless things for the court of Versailles.  Bernard Arnault might be his heir.  Mr. Arnault is the chairman, chief executive and controlling shareholder of Moet Hennessy Louis Vuitton (LVMH), the world’s largest luxury group.  Over the past quarter-century he has transformed a small, nearly defunct clothing manufacturer into a conglomerate that controls more than 60 luxury brands.

“Western nightclubs eye Asia, and clever technology.” — Few businesses are as local as nightclubs (Well, that is just a fabulous sentence, dear blog readers.  And, since it is so fabulous, self doesn’t think the rest of the article lives up to its promise)

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Wednesday in the Park

Stafford Park, Redwood City, during the free weekly concert (Every Wednesday evening through Aug. 15)

The band yesterday evening was called “Caravan of Allstars,” and they were just fabulous.  Self and The Man had hot dogs, soda, and potato chips.  It was cooler than it’s been lately.  There must have been at least 20 dogs, drooling at all the food and making goo-goo eyes at sympathetic bystanders.  Saw one that looked almost like Gracie:  that is, it had her face.  But its body was very long and low to the ground:  a beagle crossed with a bassett hound?

“Only three more concerts left,” The Man said, in a tone of regret.

Self didn’t think about it until she was getting ready to fall asleep.  She must have been in denial because she didn’t respond, earlier.  But indeed, counting off the weeks in her head, she realized The Man was right.

Summer always ends too soon.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

HOW SELF KNOWS SHE IS HERE (AND NOT THERE)

Self is very cognizant of the fact that she is in a weird place called California.

She is very cognizant of this fact because:

  1. It is HOT.  As in HAWWTTT!  As in, melt-your- Read the rest of this entry »

8 p.m. Friday, Redwood City, California

Today was hot.

Self was struck by the way the light fell through the matchstick blinds in son’s room:

Early evening as viewed from son’s bedroom. Today is his birthday.

More of Sandy’s Garden

Tin Artwork from Haiti — Self loves this.

Who ever thought old windowshades would find new life as wall planters?

A Friend’s Garden

Sandy’s Greenhouse: She doesn’t know what this plant is called; she got a cutting from her father’s garden. The petals feel like velvet. Self thinks the “Incredibles” action figure is an especially nice touch!

Sandy lives in Menlo Park, not too far from self.  Self has been telling Sandy for years that she’d like to take pictures of Sandy’s garden.  She finally got to do that today.

Sandy is an artist.  She says she’s a dental hygienist.  Self thinks Sandy should switch careers and become a garden design consultant.

Sandy says these “just sprouted,” she doesn’t know how. Self is fascinated — she’s never seen irises with colors quite like these.

Look at these enormous squashes growing in Sandy’s backyard! Each are easily the size of a basketball — some are even bigger!

Isn’t this the cutest little frog ???

And the sweetest little bench???

Self has tons more pictures.

She’ll see if she can post some more, tomorrow.

Stay tuned.

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