Saturday, February 25, 2006
It was only late last year that Keplers, a Menlo Park bookselling institution, declared bankruptcy. The good news for Keplers is that they were able to put together a group of angel investors and stage a comeback. I try to support them with my purchases at every turn. Understandably, their stock is more limited than before but still a good experience.
I hate that original, independent booksellers are increasingly being put out of business. Their idiosyncratic voices are valuable ones. I am truly saddened by the growing lack of these sages in the world of books.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Note that the capitalization is meant to complement a staggered layout on the page that didn't quite translate to the Blogger environment. C'est la vie.
20 Things (in no particular order) . . .
I love BOOKS
I collect FOUNTAIN PENS, which I use, and JOURNALS, which I too often don’t
I enjoy the ritual of using INK FROM A BOTTLE
I love PHOTOGRAPHY—both MAKING pictures and LOOKING at others’ work
I am trying to learn to DRAW
I could not survive without AUDIO BOOKS, PODCASTS, and NPR
I FLIRT with technology
I adore my husband MARK and my two children, GRAHAM and LAUREN
I desperately want to RENOVATE MY HOUSE
I am INSPIRED by WORDS and want to write
I have LIVED in Decatur, IL, Chicago, IL, Brooklyn, NY, Seattle, WA,
Tokyo, Japan, Rochester, NY, and Palo Alto, CA.
I consider WINE a food group
I love to COOK and confess to being a foodie
I love things JAPANESE
I am promiscuous with TOOTHPASTE brands
I dislike being BAREFOOT
I enjoy my two big, lumbering LABS, Hamish and Isla
I think God intended BAGELS to be savory and MARTINIS to be made only with gin or vodka and vermouth, an olive or a twist of lemon
I love getting up EARLY in the morning and seeing the SUN rise
I sincerely try to do GOOD THINGS in this world
Sunday, February 12, 2006
First, the good news. My Week Four Artist's Date was nothing short of terrific. Stanford offered a haiku workshop for an afternoon and I jumped at it. I found our instructor, Gary Gach, had a quiet but strong presence. He provided a good foundation for the mechanics and the beauty of haiku. Importantly, he was clear about not being bound by the form (e.g., 5-7-5 syllables) if something worked better--even if that something were a single line. Then we walked and wrote. We walked all of 100 feet into a grove of trees. I walked 100 feet or less and had a whole universe open up to me. I wrote a number of poems. We returned to class and Gary read our chosen poems, aloud. This was a first for me. This was stepping outside my comfort zone in a big way. I admit that it felt great.
The two poems I shared with the class are as follows:
Five purple petals
Signal spring ahead
and, with Gary's advice and counsel,
Reaching across chasm
Of twinned redwood trees
The spider's web
I sincerely hope we have the chance to do another workshop. The afternoon was a pleasure. Whenever I feel the notebook in my pocket, my spirit soars. I will keep seeing and writing.
Week Five was simply lost to me. My father-in-law passed away. My focus has been on my husband, where it needs to be. I hug my children a bit more tightly and whisper "I love you" a bit more frequently. This is a new part of life's journey for us. This is a source of much reflection for me.
Originally uploaded by sharon_delman.
For the second day in a row, my flight from San Francisco to New York City has been cancelled. Completely cancelled. No chance to get out and get to work. I can enjoy this (see photo) or keep struggling to get to NYC and the 22+ inches of snow in Central Park (not that I wouldn't like to see that). Go ahead, twist my arm. I'm staying put. I'm getting to like this California thing.