Work-In-Progress: “Feint” (Genre: Dystopia)

For a woman who could not write a word of dialogue when she began her Creative Writing Program (and who moreover wrote in English, which was not the native tongue in her country of origin), her stories now seem to consist of nothing but.

“Is that you, Maa?”

“Yes. Can you send Le Ponant?”

“No. Why? I’ll have to clear it.”

“How long will that take?”

“A day or two. Is it lunchtime there?”

“No.”

“Well, it is, here. I’ve got to go.”

Stay tuned, dear blog reader. Stay tuned.

 

 

Bourdain: Ugly Crying

Not real. Not real. Not real.

In celebration of food, community, and life, all the food pictures self can pull from her archives in 15 minutes:

  1. Cherries, Belmont Farmers Market, May 2018
  2. Leeks, Palo Alto Farmers Market, April 2018
  3. Giant Tomato, Mendocino Art Center, March 2018
  4. Buko Pie, Philippine Airlines, January 2018
  5. Dearest Mum’s Lunch, Manila, January 2018
  6. UP Town Center, Diliman, Quezon City, January 2018

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Self Learns Something New Every Day!

Self has a two-week-old issue of The New York Times on her coffee table. On p. D6 is an article on The Season’s Best Fruit, by Pete Wells.

#3 is Blueberries

  • Blueberries are the only big-deal summer fruit that isn’t native to North America.They earn their high ranking in part by appearing so often in the wild, spread across valley meadows and mountaintop clearings. The ground-hugging, scrubby bushes have the darkest, smallest, most concentrated fruit, while the high-bush varieties will fill your hat or basket faster. A small haul can be enough for pancakes, muffins or a bowl of cereal; more means a fool or a pie. For either one, try making half into a compote and, after it cools, stirring in the other half. Big portions of blueberries alone can be a luxury.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Re-Reading: THE LESSONS, by Joanne Diaz (Silverfish Review Press)

Excerpt from Granada

To be so far from oxtail stew, sardines
in garlic sauce, blood oranges in pails
along the avenida, midday heat
wetting necks and wrists; to be so stuck
in stone-thick ice and clouds and recall
the pomegranate we shared, its hardened peel,
the translucent membrane gently parting
seed from luscious crimson seed, albedo
soft beneath bald rind, acid juice
running down our fingers, knuckles, palms,
the mild chap of our lips from mist and flesh;


  • Joanne Diaz received her MFA from New York University, where she was a New York Times Fellow, and her PhD in English literature from Northwestern University. She is the recipient of writing fellowships from the Illinois Arts Council and the National Endowment for the Arts.

Twisted: Belmont, CA Farmer’s Market

Bought $11 worth of cherries.

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The Warriors won last night. All’s right in the world.

Stay tuned.

Mother of All Lists (May 2018)

  • Best book self has read so far this year: The Subtle Knife by Philip Pullman, Book 2 of His Dark Materials
  • The book it has taken self the longest to read so far this year: Banana Yoshimoto’s Moshi Moshi (33 days)
  • The longest story self has written so far: Alex (27 pages)
  • The number of literary contests self has joined so far this year: 7
  • The fastest rejection self has received so far this year: Rhino (8 days)
  • Number of pieces self has placed so far this year: 1
  • Number of novels self has read so far this year, including the one she is currently reading (Jean Rhys’s Wide Sargasso Sea): 10
  • Most Fabulous Food Discovery of the Year: Hot Buttered Popcorn, Stanford Theatre, downtown Palo Alto, CA

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Still More Liquid!

Bright and early Saturday morning, self was in front of SFMOMA. She had tickets for the opening day of the Rene Magritte exhibit. There was a crowd waiting for the doors to open at 10 a.m.

Below was one of the first Magrittes she saw. Of course, she immediately thought: THE DAILY POST PHOTO CHALLENGE! Good thing they allowed pictures.

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Rene Magritte at SFMOMA

This morning, self had her usual cup of coffee: Organic Rendezvous Brew, purchased at Moody’s in Mendocino. The cup she used was something she bought at the Academy of Sciences in Golden Gate Park, years ago: that’s a triceratops, half-submerged in her coffee:

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Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Liquid: The Daily Post Photo Challenge, 16 May 2018

For this week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge, LIQUID, self decided to break with her usual habit of scouring her archives. Instead, she decided to take pictures of liquids.

Since this is also a hard-at-work day for her (writing), she’s at home. What is liquid in her home? Here are three things:

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Other LIQUID:

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

First Stop on Telemachus’s Journey

Self is fascinated by Telemachus, that poor boy who never knew his father because Odysseus left for Troy when he was but a baby (this is definitely giving her Will Parry feelz). Thank goodness Telemachus has found a Mentor in the goddess Athena.

The first stop of Telemachus is PYLOS. Here’s a map from the book:

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It’s just a wee way from ITHACA.

Pylos is the home of Nestor, “horse-lord.”

Telemachus encounters him barbecuing (or grilling some dark meat anyway) “in the center of the town” with several “companions.” This is a somewhat disconcerting image, self is not sure why — probably because she expected a more dramatic encounter? Why —  of all the different things Nestor could be doing when he encounters the son of Odysseus for the first time — should he be barbecuing? (On the other hand, the fact that Lord Nestor is engaged in grilling meat humanizes him in a very definite way, and that is cool)

Self is very admiring of Telemachus, especially when he comes right out and says to Nestor: “Tell me the truth!”

And Nestor begins his response with, “Dear boy . . . ”

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

 

Telemachus’s Voyage Begins

Not quite sure whether that extra apostrophe is followed by an ‘s’ or not, but since self’s copy of Strunk & White got lost ages ago, she will just run with it.

Book 2: A Dangerous Journey

The quick black ship held steady, so they fastened
the tackle down, and filled their cups with wine.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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