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 How has LJ changed your life? —Journaling has saved my life, literally What do you do before bedtime? —Net-surf or read What is the city of your dreams and why? —I'm a small town person, not a city dweller. I like the conveniences of a city without the hassles, noise, and crime of one. So, I'm thinking a touristy, coastal town would be perfect Are you an introvert or extrovert? —Depends upon the situation. I can walk into a room full of strangers and converse from start to finish of the event. One-on-one, I'm self-effacing and cannot brag to save my life ( Lookee Here... ) 
 Thirty-two ships will visit the Foss Waterway in Tacoma from July 3–7 at the Tall Ships Festival. Passes are $10 to board and tour them all. So...What is a tall ship? "A tall ship is a large traditionally rigged sailing vessel. Popular modern tall ship rigs include topsail schooners, brigantines, brigs and barques. Traditional rigging may include square rigs and gaff rigs, with separate topmasts and topsails. It is generally more complex than modern rigging, which utilizes newer materials such as aluminum and steel to construct taller, lightweight masts with fewer, more versatile sails. The term tall ship has come into widespread use in the mid-20th century with the advent of The Tall Ships' Races."
Daily Lit, which publishes books in serialized digital format and then e-mails them to customers, is launching three books downloadable in 140-char snippets for Twitter, according to Publishers' Weekly. Pride and Prejudice is one of the books on the table for slicing, dicing, and butchering. "We're interested in exploring new ways to make books more accessible to readers [i.e., the multi-tasking multitude], and sending book installments via Twitter is an innovative way to do just that," said DailyLit CEO Susan Danziger. (cough, cough) Ms. Danziger, I beg to disagree. Poor Jane. (sigh)
How Did I End Up On The Cover Of This Romance Novel? By Duncan Larksthrush Last week at the supermarket, while shopping for my weekly supply of three dozen eggs and 12 pounds of mutton, I spotted a rack near the checkout lane containing several romance paperbacks. Normally, such trash wouldn't get a second glance from my coal-black eyes, but the sight of one book practically made my chiseled jaw drop. There, on the cover of Dark Passions was yours truly, Duncan Larksthrush, in the flesh. At first I thought it must have been a coincidence. There must be thousands of men with huge, glistening pectorals and shoulder-length golden hair whose steadfast gaze betrays immeasurable fathoms of passion. But there can be no doubt it was me. [...] The cover artist must have followed me during a recent visit to my ancestral estate on the tempest-swept promontories of Northern Scotland. That bastard must have been hiding with a sketchbook in the bushes. [...] You can understand my smoldering rage. I certainly don't recall agreeing to have my well-hewn physique splashed across every newsstand and bookrack in town. Admittedly, my schedule has been full lately—I purchased a new leather arm cuff, reclined on an empty beach in my tattered sheepskin boots and full riding gear, waxed and re-oiled my chest—however, posing for the cover painting of Dark Passions definitely was not on my list. But apparently, a rugged, flat-stomached man's privacy means little to author Stephanie Blackmoore when it comes to the pursuit of profit. [...] ( Shamefully taken advantage of... )
RULES 1) Look at the list and bold those you have read. 2) Italicize those you intend to read. 3) Underline the books you re-read. 4) Add *** for books you LOVE. 5) Strike out books you would never read. 6) Reprint this list in your own LJ. ( 100 Books )
Slave to the Needle in Ballard is my site. The design's there. The location's there. Now to screw up courage to venture there alone. (Any other place recs where local people had them done?) Dalai Lama's April visit to Seattle: Dalai Lama Center, Seeds of Compassion In its essay Brilliant Women, NPR salutes 18th century Bluestockings, such as Angelica Kauffman, Catharine Macaulay, and Mary Wollstonecraft. Kay Stockham on Time Management Flowers and their meanings. ( More! More! More! )
Simon Winchester's Picks: Life: A User’s Manual by Georges Perec (Godine, $20). Perec was a literary gymnast famous for writing a novel without once using the letter E. In this wondrously optimistic book, he sidles through the lives of the inhabitants of a single Paris apartment block and manages to convey scintillas of every aspect of the human condition—proving that, while ultimately without point, life is a continuum rich beyond belief, and so very well worth living. A Box of Matches by Nicholson Baker (Vintage, $13). To my mind the most elegant writer alive, Nicholson Baker has created in this gem—the narrator uses the lighting of a fire in the cold of 50 winter mornings as moments to ruminate on an assortment of challenges—a novel of the highest philosophic moment. Sheep and Man by M.L. Ryder (Duckworth, $149). I relish books written with the passion of an obsessive. M.L. Ryder’s encyclopedic account of mankind’s first domesticated animal; of the human need for wool and meat, for tools made of horn; and of, inter alia, the chemistry of lanolin and the structure of hooves, make Sheep and Man the perfect bedside book. Decline and Fall by Evelyn Waugh (Back Bay, $15). No wittier novel exists in the English language. Only the Welsh will strenuously object to this—for Waugh objects to them—and perhaps a few politically correct Americans will have to bite their tongues. But those cavils aside, this clever, quick and artfully sculpted little book will linger in the memory for a lifetime.
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1. Objective considerations of contemporary phenomena compel the conclusion that success or failure in competitive activities exhibits no tendency to be commensurate with innate capacity, but that a considerable element of the unpredictable must invariably be taken into account. —George Orwell, Politics and the English Language 2. An ave reposing in the digital flanges is of greater monetary value than a duet in the shrubbery. 3. A mobile section of petrified matter agglomerates no bryophytes. 4. Desist from enumerating your fowl prior to their emergence from the shell. 5. Scintillation is not always identification for an auric substance. ( Verbal Vices 6–14 )
Here are examples of writers from one genre dissing the writers and/or books of another genre, sometimes even sub-genres. It's not but a trip down the egoistical lane. Consider this excerpt from an interview with best-selling fantasy author Terry Goodkind: First of all, I don’t write fantasy. I write stories that have important human themes. They have elements of romance, history, adventure, mystery and philosophy. Most fantasy is one-dimensional. It’s either about magic or a world-building. I don’t do either. And in most fantasy magic is a mystical element. In my books fantasy is a metaphysical reality that behaves according to its own laws of identity. Because most fantasy is about world-building and magic, a lot of it is plotless and has no story. My primary interest is in telling stories that are fun to read and make people think. That puts my books in a genre all their own. From an interview with author Polly Williams about her book, "Yummy Mummy": Q: Are the heroines in your three books similar? A: They are all the same age, 34, but at different stages of life. I wanted to make the books relevant to those issues that women really face today, otherwise they would be romances. Q: Is it possible to get rid of the "chick lit" tab? A: Maybe if you write in such a way that is really difficult to read or you're a woman author not writing about those kinds of issues. But this is not just the way we are perceived by readers, but the way you are marketed. It is not always a bad thing. At first I thought "yuk, chick lit" but as time goes past, if it sells a book and attracts certain readers, it's not a bad thing.
Tom Woolfe once famously submitted an eight hundred thousand word novel in shoe boxes to his editor, written on napkins, backs of envelopes, playbills, and typewritten slips of paper. 
![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} madcap_allie introduced me, then urged me. For a while I lurked, reading her journal. I tried it briefly at the end of 2002, but it didn't stick with me. Finally, I took the plunge in 2004 and have been here since.
I love the merino wool sweater Hubby picked up in Bergen six years ago from Windfjord Sweater. Hubby's is the Geilo, but he paid a fraction of the cost from the street vendor. Those online prices are OMGosh expensive. In 1934, five years before his death and against the wishes of his skeptical personal doctor, Yeats attempted to revitalize himself sexually by undergoing an operation developed by Austrian physiologist Eugen Steinach, who purportely promise to exchange some of Yeats sex glands, The surgery turned out to be an early form of vasectomy that failed to live up to expectations, but it did convince the poet that his energy and powers of concentration (hmm) had been improved. When asked by a physician friend, Dr. Gogarty, why he had risked undergoing such an unproven procedure, Yeats answered, "Because I used to fall asleep after lunch." Scary news: They are here. The parents I mean. This is the scary aftermath of the accident.
This is the way diets are going these days — making tasty but fattening food sound as unappetizing as possible. (kidding) Garbage 1 lb ground beef 1 can pork n beans 1 can instant biscuit Grated cheddar cheese (as much or as little as you like) Ketchup Mustard Worcestershire sauce Brown the ground meat in a skillet, drain. Add the beans and stir over low heat (just enough for it to bubble a little). Add the ketchup, mustard and Worcestershire sauce to taste. By that I mean, keep tasting the mixture until it tastes good to you. Pour the mixture into a casserole dish. Place the instant biscuits on top of the mixture. Cover the biscuits with the grated cheese. Cook about 20 minutes or so on 325. Dirt and Worms Layer crushed oreo cookies, chocolate pudding/mousse, and whipping cream in a bowl a few times. Sprinkle more oreos on top. Chill until ready to serve. Top with gummi worms.
 A hair-raising look at Keira Knightley as Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire in Saul Dibbs's 2008 movie The Duchess with costumes by Michael O'Connor.In case you were wondering, yes, this big Georgian-era (late 18th century England) hair purpotedly harbored animals. Those would be animals bigger than lice. 'Nuf said.) "Born Lady Georgiana Spencer, a great-great-great-great aunt of Princess Diana, she married the fifth Duke of Devonshire in an arranged marriage, becoming one of the great political hostesses of the era. She was a smart, ambitious woman who lived life to the full, took lovers, and gambled heavily. According to Amanda Foreman's mouth-watering biography of Georgiana, upon which the film will be based, the duchess's closest friend Lady Elizabeth Foster (known as Bess) became the duke's mistress. For two decades, Georgiana and Bess shared favors with the duke."
 If you have a fear of Friday the 13th then you have paraskavedekatriaphobia. Try saying that three times quickly."I wish I could have a real dog in my house. I want to do it so my [cousin] brother can come and stay with us." And so it starts...the yearning for a pet. I remember how badly I wanted a dog. Ms. Wee's half my age. For a chick-lit guide to fun, fashion, and food in Seattle, head on over to Daily Candy. Here's a video segement that Marianne Mancusi produced for Better TV on tips for bettering your odds on fashion designer samples sales in NYC. This is a sub-culture so far removed from my life, drawing eye-rolls and fascination in turns. Regis and Kelly are holding a High Heel-a-Thon (I first typed hell instead of heel—Freudian typo surely 'cos that would be true for me) on Live on July 9 in NYC. You and your stiletoes can vy for the top prize of $25k. Dr. Scholl's insoles is recommended to make your heels more comfortable (there's an oxymoron). Today is the birthday is W.B. Yeats (1865–1939), Irish poet and playwright. Why wasn't Michelle Obama briefed earlier (like at the start of Barack's campaign) on etiquette, what to say, how to say it, what to dress, and so on and so forth? Did they honestly think that she could shoot her mouth off and not have her words scrutinized with repurcussions to follow?! He's run a brilliant campaign thus far, and the Republicans are champing at the bit to find every thing they can run with. Why hand them another Theresa Heinz Kerry on a platter?
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