It’s becoming difficult to take pictures that convey the absurdity of the situation here in the Boston area. The pictures just don’t do it justice (and it’s hard to get a full view of anything, because backing up quickly puts you against a snowbank). It’s not unusual to walk down a badly-shoveled sidewalk with walls… Read more »
Apocalyptica the Flimflammer
Peaceful Country Living
[Trigger warning for deadly weapons and also dog attacks.] [But aside from that, it’s a funny post! I swear!] So. As it says in my bio, “I grew up in the countryside of northeastern Pennsylvania in a village with cows and barns and beautiful views from the top of the hill and all that good… Read more »
Apocalyptica Face Paints
So, my sister, codename: Apocalyptica the Flimflammer, has given me permission to share some more of her face painting. Please note that she owns these pictures; feel free to link to them but please do not gank them. Barn. Blue jay. I asked Apocalyptica why she likes to face paint. She said a lot of… Read more »
Scrabble Complaint, Stuff, and Things
Graceling now exists in Norwegian. Yay! —–> Published by Cappelen Damm and translated by Carina Westberg, whose excellent translation questions spurred my recent post about how Seabane Isn’t Real. This is another randutiae post. Ready? I really like Rebecca Rabinowitz’s short post called Some things to consider when writing fat characters. Some recent words my… Read more »
Guess Where I Amn’t
I intended to publish a “Guess Where I Am” blog post during a recent trip but never made the time. So I’m not actually there anymore… But guess what lovely city is pictured below! It’s a city with lots of new glass and signs of old industry. Tall old buildings tucked among the new shiny… Read more »
In Case You Need a Two-Minute Break
(Those of you who can’t see the video (of Benedict Counterbatch, Murray-arty, and Count von Count), go to my Blog Actual.) Thanks to the ever reliable codename: Apocalyptica the Flimflammer.
Here Lies Kristin. She Paid Attention
I wouldn’t mind if that’s what it said on my tombstone. So, recently, I got into a bit of a plotting pickle with this thing I’m writing. I just couldn’t figure out a particular aspect of the story. In my usual fashion, I threw myself at it, then threw myself at it again, and again,… Read more »
Word Roundup for a Monday
Boustrophedon [boo-struh-FEED-n], from the Greek βουστροφηδόν, βοῦς (bous) meaning “ox” and στροφή (strophē) meaning “turn”: An ancient method of writing in which every other line of writing is flipped or reversed, with reversed letters. The way oxen would write, you know, if they were turning back and forth in the fields in order to write,… Read more »
I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got
Every New Year, I try to post something about my resolutions. Realistic resolutions designed to bring me peace and keep me centered; never resolutions that are self-limiting or self-punishing. This year, I resolve to continue on my current path of trying to walk through life with my eyes, mind, heart, and arms open. Or, as… Read more »
Nobody Understands Me
Me at the local yummy vegetarian foodie place (Life Alive. Stupid name, delicious food. Also, no, I am not a vegetarian): I’d like the Romantic Wrap. Please add eggs and greens.The guy: The Romantic Wrap, add eggs and beets?Me: Eggs and greens.The guy: I’m afraid we don’t have any beans.Me: GREENS! I WANT GREENS! ***My… Read more »
