So many grrreat examples of ROUNDED, everywhere self looks.
First, this from the Scythian Exhibit at the British Museum (The special exhibit is 16.50 GBP, but the rest of the museum is free. This beauty is just standing in the lobby, next to a concession stand):
The Scythians, self learned from the exhibit, were nomads who roamed the wild Russian steppes. Everything of value to them was either made of fur or minted of gold. There are the most intricate golden belt buckles, as well as gold appliqués on thick fur coats.
Moving on:
Last night, self watched a play at The Gielgud: The Ferryman. The play was three hours and 15 minutes, one proper intermission, and a three-minute break to allow the audience to get up and stretch. During the first intermission, they sold Haagen Dasz caramel salt ice cream bars in the stalls (3 GBP)
Searing. The women actors were amazing. As was a live baby, who got onstage to get a diaper change and whose part was very nicely done (Baby never cried)
Display Window, Caffé Concerto, Across from the Gielgud on Shaftesbury Ave.
This week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge is ELEMENTAL. Erica V. on The Daily Post describes her response to experiencing the American Southwest for the first time: “I was both confused and in awe of this extreme landscape.”
Last month, self was in Pasadena. Her first visit south in three years. She Airbnb’ed in the Pasadena hills. The house was at the very top of a winding driveway. Behind it was nothing but steep, scrubby hillside.
Just inside the front door was a rock, a very heavy rock. Self should have asked her host about it, but she never did:
There was a chameleon that kept trying to get into self’s unit. It was a beautiful thing. Every time self left the apartment, the chameleon would be clinging to the screen door. One day, self decided to photograph it:
Finally, a slice of green matcha tiramisu from Urth Caffé, in downtown Pasadena, a block from legendary bookstore Vroman’s. It looks for all the world like moss!
Here’s an excerpt from a poem she encountered today in The New Yorker, one in a huge pile that gathered dust while she was on her latest trip:
we turned to Chinese poetry and Kenneth Rexroth’s “Hundred Poems” and ended up talking about the Bollingen and Pound’s stupid admiration of Mussolini and how our main poets were on the right politically — most of them — unlike the European and South American, and we climbed some steps into a restaurant I knew to buy gelato and since we were poets we went by the names, instead of the tastes and colors — and I stopped talking and froze beside a small tree since I was older than Pound was when he went silent and kissed Ginsberg, a cousin to the Rothschilds, who had the key to the ghetto in his pocket, one box over and two rows up, he told me.
Since self hasn’t been in her own house in years, here are the closest things to it:
Her writing table at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in Annaghmakerrig, with her cup of coffee next to her MacBook Air. She always starts the day with a pot of coffee.
A friend’s house in San Gabriel, CA
Crushing the Writing: Thursday, 2 July
Having breakfast outside with Connie Ignacio Genato, friends since grade school in Manila
Humans love naming things — look around you, and I bet you’ll see dozens of names. This week, take a photo of one!
— Michelle W., The Daily Post
Well, this is an interesting prompt.
Last Thanksgiving, self was in Capitola. There’s a small ice cream parlor selling local ice cream, Marianne’s, which just so happens to be self’s name:
Ice Cream, Locally Made, in Capitola
The lines in front of this bubble tea place in Stockton are ridiculous:
There are two Boba Guys in the City. Self took the picture from the Stockton site.
And here’s the name of a beautiful bookstore in Cork:
One Other Reason to Love the City of Cork in Ireland
The first three months of this year, self spent in Mendocino and Fort Bragg.
Below, a window display in the Fort Bragg bakery A Sweet Affair, in the Depot Building. Their cakes and pastries are exquisite, real works of art. Plus, not to mention, yummmy!
Lillian’s son Tien is filling out college applications. To help him through the stress, self took him to Dragon Papa.They make the candy, hot and fresh, just for you!Only place in the San Francisco Bay Area where you can get your candy fresh! The original Dragon Papa is in Hong Kong.