So close and yet still so far.
Now We’re Cooking
Cool things about the new oven. It has a “bread proof” mode for ensuring yeast breads have the perfect temperature to rise in. And, for those who don’t want to mix religion with cookery, it comes with a sabbath mode. I think I would have preferred a “Black Sabbath” mode–an oven with a built-in mpg player which would belt out “Iron Man” or “Bark at the Moon” when the oven timer went off.
Sail Away
My brother’s boat, the Arran Mor, a Catalina 30. The photo is from a summer past. I’m no sailor, myself, but I appreciate the beauty of the angles.
St-ElMo-Tel
Here’s a motel that didn’t make it to the 21st century. It used to be on South Congress near St. Elmo Rd. Thus, the punny name. I took this photo in 2006. They bulldozed the site shortly after that with a plan to build condos. Those plans died with the recession. Now all that’s left on the site is the sign. I keep hoping someone will save it. Seeing my
Floored
Dancing in our bare feet. The joy of bamboo flooring. I finally have an “after” picture.
All the Names
“…memory… is very sensitive and hates to be found lacking, tends to fill in any gaps with its own spurious creations of reality”
Match Point
Do you have to sympathize with a character to find him interesting? I find myself attracted by otherness, an alien-ness that I don’t understand.
Alamo House
I’m biased towards novels that evoke a concrete sense of place. Bram Stoker described Whitby so accurately that I felt giddy with recognition when I saw it. Fiction makes familiar the streets of San Francisco, the burroughs of New York, and the glitter of LA. However, portrayals of Smalltown, USA, tend more toward the metaphorical than the actual. Curious about how other writers set their works in a mid-sized city
Stripped Bare
We tear out more drywall in anticipation of the electrician coming to rewire in a week or so. I can almost visualize how it might look now.