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qotd, truer words

"I'm not saying that eating right and exercising, nurturing your heart and challenging your brain, will save you. It won't. There is no saving, of course. You never 'arrive.' You move. You get on with it. That's the prescription.

"In the end, and after a long, long trip, there's only one thing I can tell you about happiness, about well-being, as I understand it. You want to be happy? You want to be well? Then put your boots on."

-- Norah Vincent, Voluntary Madness


shameless self-promotion, 355 in a series +some knitting

This post will have a general fibery theme. You've been warned.

First, the promo: an interview with Yarn Harlot Stephanie Pearl-McPhee by yrs trly.

Second, just for stalking purposes, I'll be hanging around the great and almighty Rhinebeck on Sunday. I'll be free range. Stop to say hi if you are so inclined....

Third, progress is being made on the Diva's sweater:

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The sleeves are taking for-freakin-ever. Stupid sleeves. 


up with figs, resistance is futile

Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives mining their creative souls and leading hermit-like lives. And so an idea was hatched. Every week, one would send the other a sketch—either in illustration or word form—and the other would make a companion to the sketch. The result would be posted on both their blogs every week, just for grins. Even if the result isn't award-worthy, the exercise makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.

Resistance is futile

Today I have decided that this will be the day to Get On Top of Things. I am Filled with Purpose. I have Organized. I have Sorted and Stapled. I have Moved The Pieces of Paper from Over Here to Over There. I have made a List. Then made Another List. I have not Dilly-Dallied or Waffled. I have made Strong and Confident Decisions in order to Fulfill My Goals. I have Risen to the Occasion. (I have also Eaten Two Pieces of Peanut Butter Toast but that may not be germane to the discussion at hand.)

Still, the Things, metaphorically, are Underneath Me because I am On Top of Them.

And I suspect that in less than 24 hours, the Things, much like the South, will Rise Again. Such is there nature; such is my plight.

 

Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.


many things make a post

* I am envious of kmkat's son.

* Michael Lewis' new piece about California is simultaniously the most depression and the most optomistic thing I've read about the state's (and, you could argue, our coutnry's) economic woes.

* Say "Dobry Den" to Super Vaclav.

* Love.

* I intend to watch the whole series, because I am that much of a geek.

* I could stand a mood-leveling agent

* Baked goods can mean so many things.

* It's the beard that makes it funny.

* This is what it's like to live with our cat Barney.

* For your Halloween brew. Supply your own eye of newt.

* Excellent marathon signs.

* Prepare to have your face melted off. (Also: note to self: dig out Fiona Apple CDs.)

* Writing makes you weird.

* Funny even if you haven't read the book.


and now we destroy

In Upstate New York, fall weather is what keeps us from completely falling into little sobbing heaps of protoplasm in March and April. And, so, in celebration and appreciation and anticipation, we feel compelled to get out in it as much as possible.

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We went to Willy's Farm out in Schenevus on Saturday. This goat was happy (?) to see us.

Cider donuts FTW.

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The Boy.

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I am taken with this tree. And the grim reaper in the background.

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Pumpkins.

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The Boy in the corn maze. Note hands in pockets and air of nonchalance.IMG_7505

On Saturday, we celebrated the Featureless Saint's 40th birthday. For the record, 40 candles will totally melt the top of a well-chilled ganache.

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Then, said Featureless Saint decided to destroy out upstairs bath. McGregor is helping, as he does.

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qotd, on film and lettuce

"The fact that Green Zone begins with a bombing raid should come as no surprise, given that the director is Paul Greengrass. He made two of the Bourne films and United 93, and his attutude to the average viewer remains that of a salad spinner toward a lettuce leaf. You don't so much watch a Greengrass film as cling on tight and pray."

- Anthony Lane on Green Zone.


up with figs,

Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives mining their creative souls and leading hermit-like lives. And so an idea was hatched. Every week, one would send the other a sketch—either in illustration or word form—and the other would make a companion to the sketch. The result would be posted on both their blogs every week, just for grins. Even if the result isn't award-worthy, the exercise makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.

  Bike

Jeremiah Ffafington-Ffawkes  does not care for your protests, your “occupations” of “streets.” He thinks not of the plight of the 99 percent. He does not worship at your altar of greed.

Instead, Jeremiah Ffafington-Ffawkes is above all of those proletarian concerns. He rides his majestic conveyance, his jaunty scarf wafting in the breeze he creates with the power of his own legs and gears. From his perch, the fuss and the rabble is reduced to nothing more than a dim hum and a faint odor of patchouli on the Autumnal breeze.

 

Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.
 



shameless self-promotion, 354 in a series + lordy am i tired

From Locus, on Erin Morgenstern's lovely The Night Circus.

From the local almost daily on the Pit Run. Which I ran - and finished 310. Which is fine and all, it's a pleasure to have finished, etc., but my time was worse than it was the first time, which is a bit of a bummer. Feh.

Still, I got the chicken lunch, which didn't suck.

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Part of the reason that my time was lame was because I drove back to Oneonta late Saturday night from the Poconos where the Featureless Saint's extended family was having a fete. Said FS and the Boy drove back on Sunday afternoon.

The Diva came home with me on Saturday, did the kid's fun run on Sunday, then went to a horse show.

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And, now, I am so, so tired I can't even tell you how tired I am. But, oh, tired.

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