Self took these pictures on the train from New York’s Penn Station to Providence, Rhode Island, just a little over a week ago. They seem like pictures taken in another era:
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
Month: March 2015
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The WordPress Photo Challenge this week is EPHEMERAL:
“So looking forward to seeing the fleeting moments you’ll capture.”
Here are a few from self’s trip to the East Coast, a few weeks ago. As dear blog readers can see from these pictures, when self is on the move, she can’t be bothered with such things as alignment.
Taking the Bolt Bus from Boston Into Manhattan, mid-March 2015 
Landscapes Still Blighted With Winter, March 2015 The occasion for self’s trip east was the performance, by the Symphony New Hampshire, of Drew Hemenger’s The Marife Suite, which was based on a novella self wrote, Marife.
New Hampshire was cold and wet, the night of the performance, on March 14.
Drew’s brother drove us to the concert. This is what New Hampshire looked like that night, seen through the car windows. Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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Self has no idea what #PoemCrawl is. But in no way, shape or form did this prevent her from tweeting a nondescript poem last night. It goes:
An island. Notes written on an island.
An island big enough for games.
Where the death of Jesus sounds like today’s headlines.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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Today is the day of the Author Meet-and-Greet at Gallery Bookshop in Mendocino. The weather is gorgeous.
Everything changes. The theme of this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge is EPHEMERA.
“Consider and appreciate now, before now evaporates and becomes then.
In the spirit of the theme, self’s post will comprise a series of moments.
Flowers in the Garden of the Mendocino Café: Self has these growing in her backyard, as well. 
Early morning or early evening, one of the two: March 2015, Mendocino To think, only a week ago, self was in New Bedford, MA, occupying the room of a friend’s child, one with a serious attachment to Harry Potter.
The Bedroom of a Serious Harry Potter Fan, in New Bedford, MA Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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In honor of the WordPress Daily Post Photo Challenge this week — EPHEMERA — self is posting more pictures of snow. Because snow is the embodiment of the ephemeral.
Central Park, New York City: Snow Day, March 2015 
New York City: 2nd Day of Spring, March 2015 
Park Avenue, New York City: Late March 2015 -
Rumor had it they went to Four. Where the other Victor, Annie the Mad Girl, waited.
It’s years and years later, but people still can’t seem to let go of the story.
And what of Finnick, someone asks. That bronzed creature. Of whom tale after tale has been told.
Snow tortured him cruelly, but some lovelorn Capitol wife risked her life to save him. Poor woman, she was brave. She didn’t survive long after they found out Finnick escaped.
Perhaps the only one who’s gotten it right is Primrose Everdeen. She was her sister’s only confidante. The last evening Katniss Hawthorne spent in 12, there was a bitter chill in the air.
People keep asking self for her fan fiction alias.
Ixnay.
Must be content with snippets, dear blog readers.
Stay tuned.
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Last week, self was in New Hampshire, Boston, New York City, and New Bedford, MA. Here are some pictures she took during the trip, that she thinks connect to this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge: FRESH.
Sunrise Bakery, New Bedford, Massachussetts 
View From a Train: New York to Providence, RI 
Central Park, New York City: 2nd Day of Spring, 2015 Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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Funny how each of her residencies always seems to revolve around different types of books. She placed an order with Gallery Bookshop for The Annotated Alice: The Definitive Edition (Published by W. W. Norton) when she was last in Mendocino. The Annotated Alice is a beaut, with introduction and notes by Martin Gardner. So glad to have it in her personal collection.
Here’s how Chapter IX, “The Mock Turtle’s Story,” opens:
“You can’t think how glad I am to see you again, you dear old thing!” said the Duchess, as she tucked her arm affectionately into Alice’s, and they walked off together.
Alice was very glad to find her in such a pleasant temper, and thought to herself that perhaps it was only the pepper that had made her so savage when they met in the kitchen.
“When I’m a Duchess,” she said to herself (not in a very hopeful tone, though), “I won’t have any pepper in my kitchen at all. Soup does very well without — Maybe it’s always pepper that makes people hot-tempered,” she went on, very much pleased at having found out a new kind of rule, “and vinegar that makes them sour — and camomile that makes them bitter — and — and barley-sugar and such things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish people knew that: then they wouldn’t be so stingy about it, you know — “
She had quite forgotten the Duchess by this time, and was a little startled when she heard her voice close to her ear. “You’re thinking about something, my dear; and that makes you forget to talk. I can’t tell you just now what the moral of that is, but I shall remember it in a bit.”
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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Excerpt from the poem I AM WAITING
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting for someone
to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
for the American Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting
for the Age of Anxiety
to drop dead
And I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
for anarchy
and I am waiting
for the final withering away
of all governments
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder.I am waiting for the Second Coming
and I am waiting
for a religious revival
to sweep through the state of Arizona
and I am waiting
for the Grapes of Wrath to be stored
and I am waiting
for them to prove
that God is really American
and I am waiting
to see God on television
piped onto church altars
if only they can find
the right channel
to tune in on
and I am waiting
for forests and animals
to reclaim the earth as theirsP.S. And here’s a link to the commenter below, whose blog is A Beautiful Insanity.
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Monica knew how to laugh! She knew how to enjoy her life! She would never sit at home like her mother, with her nose buried in a book.
— “Things She Can Take” a work-in-progress
Kanlaon 