tension and conflict

We watched Pulp Fiction last night in writing class and then analyzed
why and how this all worked so beautifully. So many details that I
missed the first time around and I think I'll rent the film soon. I really
appreciate our teacher who helped me understand more about how
and why conflict is so important in our writing. His own mother wants
to avoid it and asks that he write "nice stories." That made me chuckle...

the best seat in the house

Soon it will be dark when he have our cheese sandwiches down here
at Fort Mason, but last night was glorious and if you strain, you can
see the tip of the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance.
Goldfish at the Magic Theatre is a very satisfying play ~ sad and funny
at the same time. Shown here, Andrew Pastides as the son, and his
father Rod Gnapp in the background. We "know" Rod from ACT and
the Magic and that always seems to make the play even better. Last
night was Industry Night and the audience was filled with actors,
directors and producers from other Bay Area theaters. Great fun and
boy, did they appreciate this performance! As did we...

for only 20 minutes

My new morning routine is to put on my sweats and my new shoes
(almost like the above) and do a fast walk in the nabe before I have
my coffee and computer time. I can't think about it, I just do it.
Reason? To build my leg muscles and get my heart rate up. I have
been having some knee pain and the doc said before she would
recommend cortisone, I had to exercise. One of the unexpected
benefits is that I feel more creative and Ellen ideas filter through
while I keep my eyes on the pavement, cars and city crazies.

bowling balls don't float

From our youth...thanks to Chef P. for sending these.

Every year, English teachers across the country submit their collections of actual similes and metaphors found in high school essays. Excerpts are published to the amusement of teachers across the country. Here are last year's winners:

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E.Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.

8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.

9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.

12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.

16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.

18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap - one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

19. Shots rang out, as shots are known to do.

20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either,but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.

25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

still in print?

I found Rules of The Wild in one of our home bookshelves yesterday
and I think I'm going to enjoy it. Francesca Marciano is a filmmaker
and screenwriter who lives in Rome and also in Kenya. It was
written in 1998 and takes place in Africa ~ fiction, of course. I
have already found some "show don't tell" kinds of details that I'm
supposed to be looking for this week for my class: Her skin is a
shade too pale for someone living in Africa and covered in a thin
film of sweat.

more from muriel

This was actually written 9 years before Hedgehog and it won't
be everyone's bowl of lobster bisque. Gourmet Rhapsody contains
small little character studies and essays, all revolving around the
impending death of a famous French food critic. He is greatly
loved and feared ~ his children will not be at his deathbed, so
that says a lot, doesn't it? Oh, but the writing! We've been
studying details-inside-details in my fiction class and Ms. Barbery
makes a luscious feast of them in this (to me) rewarding piece
of fiction. Foodies will especially love this book.

and the rains came down

One of the executives (I think) sent this photo around to everyone
via email at work yesterday. We had a BIG rainfall on Monday, it
didn't last all day, but it certainly was impressive. I enjoy working
someplace where beauty is so admired and shared. Our museums
are closed on Monday, hence the desolate no-people look.

calvin on roman

(thanks to Barb K. for this insightful piece)

Here's Calvin Trillin's take, from The Nation:

A youthful error? Yes, perhaps.
But he's been punished for this lapse--
For decades exiled from LA
He knows, as he wakes up each day,
He'll miss the movers and the shakers.
He'll never get to see the Lakers.
For just one old and small mischance,
He has to live in Paris, France.
He's suffered slurs and other stuff.
Has he not suffered quite enough?
How can these people get so riled?
He only raped a single child.

Why make him into some Darth Vader
For sodomizing one eighth grader?
This man is brilliant, that's for sure--
Authentically, a film auteur.
He gets awards that are his due.
He knows important people, too--
Important people just like us.
And we know how to make a fuss.
Celebrities would just be fools
To play by little people's rules.
So Roman's banner we unfurl.
He only raped one little girl

great reviews, and yet...

We watched Two Lovers Saturday night when there is NEVER
anything (for us) on TV. I know what the knowledgeable reviewers
say, but we both thought this was a peculiar plot and it seemed
like all the actors were a bit wooden. Probably they were supposed
to be, but the whole thing lacked intensity and I didn't even
glance at the Kleenex® box. You know the story: one guy with
two women and does he choose or do they and who cares?

a day to remember

I wore the pin that the blogmaid gave me and the bracelet from Ginger,
both for good luck. I really needed to stuff every pocket with Kleenex®
because it was an extremely emotional day for me. I didn't expect that.
When I left the big box I was so ready for a change and I do love the
museum and my new friends there. But, lordy, I miss the books and
my book people. Dancing Jen remarked that the reading was a Borders
Reunion, and it was indeed. Plus Jodi and Tanya from the museum
were there ~ how special is that? I would guess we had 30 or so
people in the audience.

So yes, we had a great turnout. Thank you, everyone! Jason had
everything set up beautifully and Loren (on the left above) was so
at ease telling us about her book and introducing we three authors.
I was comfortable reading my piece having practiced it with
Husbando and at the bus stop. (It's a benefit to live in a city where
no one pays any attention to a woman reading aloud.)

And we sold some books, that of course, was the ultimate goal.

Ginger took me to lunch at John's Grill for old time's sake. When
we worked in the advertising department at Macy's we used to
lunch there often, so this seemed perfect. She wanted to know
who everyone was and we covered a lot of information in a
short time. I smiled all the way home on BART. What a day.

a rare customer-free Saturday

I'm starting the day with yoga at 8am and then jumping on the
Muni for downtown and the Morbid reading/signing at noon
at the Big Box. I hope they have found the books by the time
we arrive. I practiced reading last night and only stumbled a
few times over a few words. Husbando said, "good job!"

More sunshine today I think (it's still dark), but these are the
golden glory days of October that we look forward to during
our months of fog and sullen summer mist.

I'll pack my camera right now, thanks for the reminder.

bad luck for 3 years, whatever...

Thanks to Mary in Bisbee for this fun click-on message.

Our writing group last night was excellent and I appreciated
all the hoorahs about my fictional (Ellen) piece. I know the
class is helping me already. Still no plot, but what the hey...

making it all better

While running errands for the great dinner party on Tuesday, Husbando
received a parking ticket and he was feeling gloomy about that. It IS
a big deal, anymore (as they say in the midwest), because these
mothers cost $55. Imagine. So I said I'd take him to lunch on
Wednesday, any place he wanted to go, and he cheered up at once. "Noodles", he said.

We both love the noodles at Mifune in Japan Center. So tasty and v.
inexpensive. And it was fun to walk around the center which has under-
gone a transformation these past few years. They've added lots of little
touches (flowers, benches, tea shops) and the public has responded
by returning to this once-deserted place. It had that nice bustle kind
of feel yesterday. After lunch we walked up and down Fillmore Street,
another SF nabe that is always changing, always interesting.

The rain has left us and it felt almost humid yesterday. Odd.

the day after

One of the pleasures is the next day after the dinner party. We do
some of the dishes and chatter away about the guests and what they
said, what we learned and of course the obligatory "terrific food", is
bounced back and forth a few times. The worst of the work is done
before we go to bed, but there's still some for the following day. It's
really a delight to have a whole day to put our little-used china, silver
and crystal back in their dark cabinets until the next event.

Two of the guests last night were from Germany and of course they
love being in San Francisco. The other two were from Sanchez
Street, over there to the west. Honestly, it was the first time I
ever wanted to visit Germany, listening to the two women
describe their country and their lives.

A very special evening. Terrific food.

where does the butter knife go?

We are entertaining tonight and it's been eons because I usually don't
get two days off in a row. But yeah, I have them now. I get to stay
in my sweats all day and cook and the house is starting to smell
quite lovely. It's raining and splashing out there, but we are snug
here and looking forward to a delightful evening.

The fiction class last night was terrific. We are working on setting
the scene and describing emotion through details. I need to push
myself here and this class has energized me. But I do need a nap,
of course, so I can sparkle tonight.

not bored in Brooklyn

We are impressed with Bored to Death on HBO. We watch it
on Sunday nights at 9:30, right after Curb Your Enthusiasm.
Last night Ted Danson said that "Brooklyn is the new
Manhattan" and that led to one of those Seinfeld kind of
discussions ~ you know the ones, "so what is the old
Manhattan?" Lately Brooklyn is in all the news that counts:
the Great Plotniks' son and family live there, Karen H.
just bought a home there and now this new TV series.

But I ramble. This is a fun plot about a guy who advertises
himself on Craigslist as a private detective without a
license. So far he has solved every puzzle and we get to
see a lot of Brooklyn as he flies around, averting disaster.

let's speak of angels

Formidable. We watched part one and two of Tony Kushner's Angels
in America on our big new winter TV Friday and Saturday nights.
Emma Thompson is about the scariest and then most compassionate
angel ever imaginable. We saw the play twice and this is our second
time for this outstanding TV movie, but the message of love and
hope should be seen often. I had forgotten the line when Mary-Louise
Parker mentions San Francisco. So sweet.

Yesterday the Blue Angels canceled their noise-making event, but
much of the damage had been done with all the traffic problems
they created. We have been having lots of fog (marine layer) and
that's unusual this time of year. Maybe today they'll fly about
twice, or not.

mark your calendars!

One week from today ~ I'll be reading Halloween Hell and I'd
love to see you in the audience. It should be a lot of fun with
a couple of the other authors from Morbid Curiosity Cures
The Blues. Thanks always to Loren for her hard work getting
this book out, and to Jason for arranging the event.

Saturday, October 17th
Noon
4th Floor Event Space
Borders Union Square
Post and Powell
San Francisco

my teacher

I'm excited about the fiction writing class I start next Monday night. Here is a little information about the teacher that I borrowed from the wonderful Writing Salon website.

Junse Kim, like many Writing Salon students, didn’t begin to pursue a writing life until well after graduating from college. Before ever taking a writing class, he worked as a concert promoter, Peace Corps volunteer, managerial consultant, scriptwriter, nonprofit fundraiser, and “full-time” temp. He has since received a Pushcart Prize (for his short story Yangban), a Faulkner Award, and the Philip Roth Residence in Creative Writing at Bucknell University. His fiction and creative nonfiction have been published in the Ontario Review, ZYZZYVA, and Cimarron Review, as well as two anthologies: Pushcart Prize XXVII and Echoes Upon Echoes: New Korean American Writing.

catching up with the kids

Let's start with the youngest ~ Sam in Sacramento. One of Neti and Frank's grand twins. Mama Nicole is posting great photos on Facebook, so I borrowed a couple here.

Now meet Brother Ben. Both boys and their mothers and grand parents are coming for Thanksgiving here at Casa Verde this year. We are v. excited. Many photo opps!

Dancing Jen's gorgeous nephew Kingston is really 100% adorable, isn't he? And he has certainly captured the heart of his doting aunt.

She's almost six! RR (Ryan Rosemary) is adjusting beautifully to kindergarten and I love my morning emails from her blogmaid mother detailing how she is learning to read and write, meet new friends and enjoy her first real school year.

oh those school days

It's the afternoon of the First Day of School and these parents finally
have some FREE time and decide to have a little extra curricular fun.
We had a great time last night and enjoyed this one act play by Billy
Aronson immensely. It's playing at our favorite SF Playhouse on
Sutter Street, next to Powell ~ through Nov. 7th. Go!

two people, two tv sets

I know it's ridiculous, but we now own two 32" televisions. One in
the back room that has The View, but lacks insulation, and is way
too cold in the winter, and our new one here in the living room.
We bought it at Costco yesterday and had two experts come in
to fuss with all the hook-up wires and remote controls. It's really
impossible to watch old-style tv after being spoiled by the big and
clear picture on these whatchacallem tv sets. This is a Vizio and
so far we love it. Lots of helping the economy from us this year!

I'm only on page 8...

This will be a good one ~ a TV or movie too, I'm sure. City of
Thieves by David Benioff (The 25th Hour) is the story of two
young men searching for a dozen eggs in Leningrad during
the siege. If they fail on this mission, they lose their lives.

By the way, I LOVED The Girl Who Played with Fire and yes,
it was a little far-fetched, but that's OK. So will my Ellen book
when that finally gets written.

we watched the whole thing

And here I thought this would be the weekend Flix® that we
wouldn't like. He's Just Not That Into You has enough twists
and truths to keep us interested, plus all the hot movie stars
including Jennifer Aniston, Drew Barrymore, Ben Affleck and
(from Big Love) Ginnifer Goodwin who is there on the phone in
the bottom right hand corner.

not enthralling at all

That little white chihuahua had a few too many scenes in Easy
Virtue and the movie was pretty boring. We didn't even get
half way, despite good reviews and a deep appreciation of
Kristin Scott Thomas. Plot? American girl impulsively marries
rich boy and his family does not approve. Avoid.

writers at work

Tiapos met here at Casa Verde last night and we had a fine time indeed.
This photo is of a generic writer person, no one we know. Husbando
has been "deep cleaning" the house, so I was comfortable offering
our space. We missed Mistress J and her writing and photos. Karen
and Eric wrote about their teaching experiences, Will had four fine
poems, Sarah's history with cheese was a delight, Doug is working
on the marvelous Mandela song and I read a little piece about our
tiny bathroom. Really, a wonderful evening. Lucky me!

the Eglu® by Omlet

During stressful times in our careers, my friend Ginger (who once
resided in Kansas) would mention that we should run off to
Mendocino and raise chickens. She has not yet read the article
by Susan Orlean in the Sept. 28th issue of the New Yorker, but
I will save it for her.

It's fascinating. Backyards across the country are filling up
with chickens! Many of us have never tasted a really fresh egg.
There are a lot of websites and helpful hints on the internet
and people love their chickens. Maybe we will see some on
the lawn at the White House one day.

The author ordered the Eglu® which was invented by some
college students in London. They had to do some sort of design
project and the mother of one said, "invent a better chicken
coup", and they did and now they are millionaires.

tres chic and yummy too

We had an outstanding dinner with The Great Plotniks here at
Le P'tit Laurent at Chenery and Diamond in Glen Park. It's been
a while since we've been out for a grown-up style dinner and
this was a delightful evening. Excellent in every way, many thanks
and nice to catch-up on all the news from near and far.

how smart they were (back then)

I know so little about the National Parks and Monuments, so
watching the new Ken Burns' series is eye-opening. They had
great foresight in Teddy Roosevelt's day, to save these
magnificent places from creeping/stomping commercialism
and the endless hunting and poaching from individuals and
organized groups. Makes me think that a trip to nearby
Muir Woods (above, poached from the internet) should
be planned soon.

larry, larry, larry

Last night was the second episode of the new Curb Your Enthusiasm
featuring Larry David (here with his roommate Smoove). I do believe
that there is such a thing as "Jewish Humor" and that probably
explains why a few perfectly nice people don't like this show. In
one hilarious scene, Larry is trying to remove one of those sturdy
(ahem) plastic casings on a new GPS device and as his frustration
and irritation grow, he uses knives, scissors, maybe a hammer.
Larry doesn't handle this situation well, as is his wont. It was a
very funny episode that should be shown in every product
marketing company in the world. Ban those plastic clam shells!

one quick review about...

Thirteen Conversations. We liked it. Thanks to the Fevered Brain
for recommending it. Alan Arkin (again), John Tuturo, Matthew
McConaughey and Clea DuVall. The "one thing" they discuss is
Happiness ~ allusive and puzzling, perhaps you've noticed?
I like this inter-connecting vignette kind of film, with a nice
strong ending. No Kleenex®, alas.

another Ellen moment

PHOTO #18 ~ Bernal Heights hill (the prompt and the photo, courtesy of
Jane Underwood, the Writing Salon Mistress.)

"I can do this", Ellen said as she trudged up the steep hill in Bernal Heights. She was meeting her professor for their second date after the awkward coffee and carrot cake at the Moonlight Cafe last week. After all, Ellen mused, I've climbed so many hills in my life, including this one. It was right here, near that scrubby tree, that Ellen had found and adopted Frooter, her beautiful grey kitty. How many years ago was that? Good grief, it had to be 20 years ago, it was right after the BIG earthquake and there was nothing to do the day after except walk. All businesses were closed, so she walked down Mission Street to 16th Street, then back up Folsom to the top of this very hill. For a moment she was lost in reverie ~ remembering how one little store would be perfectly undamaged and the shop right next door, demolished. How could that possibly be two decades ago? She remembered carrying Frooter home inside her red cashmere sweater and how he had scratched and clawed, ruining the garment and, for awhile, her life.

(Frooter, alas, had committed feline suicide, but that's a memory for another day, Ellen decided, as she continued her upward journey.)

Aaron was already standing at the top of the brown hill. Standing calmly beside him, nose and tail in the air, was a gorgeous red Irish Setter with long ears and flowing feathers. "Oh, oh", Ellen murmured, "I'm doomed".

two in a row

It's rare for me to have two days off in a row, and that's OK, but
when I do ~ such a treat! Yesterday was a little medical stuff
(all is well) and then Husbando treated me to lunch to celebrate
the fact that all is well. We went to Schmidt's Deli at 20th and
Folsom. This area is becoming very foodie, in a good way, except
for Cafe Gratitude, which I written about enough times to bore
even my staunchest reader.

Schmidt's features authentic German sausages with sauerkraut
(good) and potato salad (not great). It's a rather stark new
restaurant with reasonable prices ~ only $8 per plate. I had
the duck sausage and Husbando enjoyed the bratwurst. Mine
was the best, FYI. Cash only, in case you have a hankering for
superior hot dogs.

available now, by special order

I picked up a Morbid copy Tuesday evening at Books, Inc. in
the Castro. When I took it to work yesterday, people oooohed
and awed and said nice things about the piece. I work with
a guy who also used to work for the Halloween CHAIN, so we
had lots of horror stories to tell each other. The very best
part was opening the book to page 152 and seeing my name
in print. I love that feeling.

sisters in albuquerque

This was a sweet movie about Rose and Norah who open a
business specializing in cleaning up after crime scenes. I even
liked the boy child in Sunshine Cleaning. Amy Adams, Emily
Blunt and Alan Arkin, as their father. Good clean fun and one
almost-Kleenex®. (From the Flix®, of course.)

time to go shoe shopping!

mad about the play

Everyone has been raving about Brief Encounter at ACT and we join
the chorus of appreciation and awe. This is v. British and extremely
well acted ~ an adaptation of Noel Coward's 1945 movie. By now
you know it's the age old story of married love, alas Laura and Alec
are not married to each other. It's sweet and romantic and sad and
funny...and it's been extended until Oct. 11th. See it!

cribbage anyone?

Yesterday on part of my lunch hour, I toured the Inuit Art exhibit at
the de Young. There are only 80 pieces, but they are incredible. I loved
the adorable animals and ingenious carvings, especially the cribbage
boards. I imagine that there was is a lot of cribbage playing during those
long cold Arctic nights because there were about 5 different boards on
display. I believe I yawned when I first heard about this exhibit ~
wrong again!

jen, ken, buffy, stieg, mitchell, more!

That was one fine day off! First to Costco for a little shopping and
marital bickering, then on Muni (deodorant is so passé) to meet
Dancing Jen for lunch. I swear, that one block on Jackson between
Kearny and Grant is like being in China. About 20 little restaurants
and all of them busy. Busier even than Tam's in Pathetica. We
had a lovely lunch and discussed many important things.

I drove over to the Noe Valley Library for my reserved copy of
The Girl Who Played With Fire and since it was HOT, I stopped
for a small serving of luscious Mitchell's coconut ice cream.
Some days a woman has no choice.

Then to Books, Inc. for coffee with Ken. When I mentioned Morbid
Curiosity to the sales associate he said, "we're having an event
here!". I love that knowledge and promotion. So, Nov. 6th, at the
Castro and Market location. The book is actually available, at the
Laurel Heights Books, Inc, but I didn't have time to drive there and
pick it up. Next week. So Ken and I had coffee and mostly talked
about his recent trip to Berlin.

It was one fine day off indeed. Now to the deYoung for some sincere
customer contact.

heading downtown today

I do miss the mess and excitement of downtown SF, even though
I was getting a little tired of the sidewalks crowded with loud
18 year olds and the homeless asking me for help every half
block. So today I'll head down early for some smart shopping
(as the Fevered Brain would say) and then zig zag to Chinatown
for lunch with Dancing Jen. I'm looking forward to the day
because I'm still a city woman, even though I have grass stains
from being in Golden Gate Park. And I haven't seen Jen in an
age, so that will be a delight.

Destination is Z&Y on Jackson Street and although I have not
been here, the food is always better in Chinatown than in the
neighborhoods. There, that is my blanket statement for today
that I'll end up denying later, as per usual.

theater season begins

I just glanced at the Chronicle's "little man" who is falling out of
his seat with happiness for ACT's Brief Encounter. We will
be going Sunday night, and though there will be some driving,
Muni, parking, hurry-hurry issues, it's always exciting to start
our season of live theater. This year ACT offered $10 tickets
for all the previews (seats in the second balcony) and that
smart move was a huge success. We need young blood in the
audience and maybe this will help.

who has the blues? (not me!)

OK, it's time to tell you about Loren's book entitled Morbid Curiosity
Cures The Blues. What a lot of work she has done, and I only know
the half of it. One of the first pieces I ever wrote (when I started at
the Writing Salon) is in the book ~ it's entitled Halloween Hell and
it tells the sad/funny story of when I managed one of those temporary
Halloween stores in 2000, in the heart of crazy San Francisco. It
was one of the WORST jobs I've ever had, and baby, I've had some.
But at least I knew that this one would be over on October 31st.

The book comes out September 29th, and Loren will be doing a lot
of book signings. Smart woman, that's the only way to get a book
to sell ~ in the first 3 months when there is some buzz. So check
out this very cool link for the dates, I'll be at the noon event at
Borders (the big box!) on Saturday, October 17th.

Oh, and this is as good a time as any to thank Loren sincerely for
including me in this book. Her support for me and my writing
during the past 8 or so years is one of the main reasons that I'm
taking the fiction course. It's all very exciting. Very.

more fiction practice

I am a Round Robin substitute again this week. I'm thankful to Mistress
Jane for this opportunity and for the prompt above. I never know where
I'm going with these interesting photo prompts, and yes, it's great fun.

Photo #17 (moonlight cafe in the rain)

Ellen was meeting the man she met online at the Moonlight Cafe on
Cortland Avenue in Bernal Heights. It was one of those strange heavy
misty nights in San Francisco and she was unprepared for this, not
wanting to put her raincoat on in September. Everyone knows that it
doesn't rain between May 15 and October 15 in the City, and yet
here she was driving with her windshield wipers on, looking out at
the folks with their umbrellas. It was a warm and cleansing rain,
just what this dirty city needed.

Aaron Goldberg would be interesting, she hoped. It was her first
internet date and although she had heard horror stories about these
arrangements, she also knew of a few couples who had hooked
up via computers. "I'm better in email", Ellen thought to herself,
"especially the first time I meet someone".

Oh, it looked so inviting, the Moonlight Cafe, almost like a bistro
in Paris. And she could smell the coffee as she emerged from her
little red Smart Car. There weren't many customers and she could
quickly scan them to see if she could see a single older man
wearing a beret.

There he was seated against the wall. A tweedy type of guy
with a black beret who was reading the New York Times."Oh,
oh, he's too smart for me", Ellen thought, but then remembered
her promise of no more negative Ellen-thinking. "I'm OK just the
way I am", she muttered under her breath as she opened the door
and smiled over at Professor Goldberg.

sunday revisited

It could have been a gloomy day out at the Legion, but museum
goers want to see art on grey and almost-rainy days, so we were
busy and productive.

Then last night we watched State of Play with Russell Crowe,
Ben Affleck and Helen Mirren. You remember we saw the original
BBC series, but this was Americanized and we both enjoyed it.
Of course we seem to need MORE unnecessary violence, but
the writing and acting held it all together. Yes, rent it!

dejected giants (and fans)

There were too many joyful (and drunk) Dodger fans last night. It
was a rough night even for The Great Plotnik who loves those blue
scumsuckers. I enjoyed being with my friends and catching up on
all things not-baseball, and thanks to the blogmaid for getting us
these very expensive seats when she complained to the usher about
our loud blue neighbors who were spilling beer and being totally
obnoxious. Of course the garlic fries were excellent too.

Next year I'm resolving to go to more games, but I'll avoid the
Dodger games. Unless they are on a losing streak, of course.

Oh, thanks for the ride home (and the city parking experience,
ahem) last night Mr. and Ms. blogmaid.

baseball tonight

About the only good thing about last night's game was the little
girl with the panda bear on TV. For you non-baseball readers,
Panda is the nickname for Pablo Sandoval, an infield Giant
who sometimes actually hits the ball with the bat.

After work I'll meet the baseball e-mail group at the Jewel:
Mr. and Ms. Blogmaid, notthat, Dodger Doug and we hope to
see Sally too. Show me the Polish dog and garlic fries.

This morning there is thunder and lightening! It happens every
September, yet I'm always surprised. Then the rain?

mid-book review

Yes, I'm really enjoying Netherland by Joseph O'Neill.
Here is an example of his fine writing:

We were standing next to a painting of a horse's face, the very memory of which makes me want to go back and study it once again, for this horse's face, with its pale, dolorous nose set against darkness, seemed to promise to the person who studied it long enough some transcendental revelation. "You ever groomed a horse?" the ginger-bearded fellow asked, whereupon he was moved to recall his boyhood in Colorado, when he had spent more than one summer working on a dude ranch. He told me you brushed a horse with a variety of brushes, and that the coat of a horse will release small clouds of dirt, and that he used a special mane comb to comb the manes, but very gently, because hairs in a mane break so easily. My eyes were all the while directed at the painted horse, and only when my friend stopped speaking did I turn and see him stroking a tear from his eye.

the french touch

We play a lot of French music out at the Legion. Sometimes the
tourists will start singing along in their beautiful language.
Yesterday a dapper man wanted to take a photo of the CD
"I Love Paris" that we were playing. He said he was having
a great time in San Francisco and when I wished him 8 more
days of happiness here he said, "I'm working on it". He
found that very-American phrase to be amusing. So I taught
him, "whatever". Then about 10 minutes later he came back
and wanted to take MY picture and of course I said "yes",
figuring he is a fellow-blogger.

"Yeah, I'm going to France!", I said.
"Mai oui", he responded.

baseball this week

I'm beginning to obsess about the Giants and I don't know if I
need this in my life right now. I've been there before ~ the
sleep issues, cursing the bullpen, the if-onlys, the I-can't-watch-
this-from-here-I'll-go-outside and the "isn't this suppposed
to be fun?" kind of thoughts. Argh.

I read somewhere that the fans suffer these losses more than
the players do. I hope not, I want them to hurt too. Not that
we all don't make mistakes, but please, just do your job and
do it right.

We are going to a game on Saturday. Dodgers vs. Giants.
Could we possibly just win every game until the end of the
season? That's really all I ask.

first day of kindergarten!

Here she is ~ RR goes to school, Sea Crest Elementary. Lots of new adventures for everyone. The blogmaid knew I was waiting for commano material, so here you go. Thanks, what fun...

Answer to Jason: yes, I finished Hedgehog and loved it! Did you?

nose in new book

"She has her nose in another book", my mother used to say
with disdain. I don't think she realized how much pleasure
reading would give me as I grew up and beyond. Mostly she
read The Pasadena Star News and that says so much, too much.

Netherland by Joseph O'Neill has had some great reviews
and right from the get-go I'm liking it a lot. Love will come
later, I betcha.

end of summer

There's always something poignant about the Labor Day weekend, even
more so to me than January 1st. Here we have this beautiful old fig
tree in the park in San Mateo. Underneath you can almost see RR and
one of her livelong friends playing raccoon ~ gathering and organizing
nuts and leaves, etc. Thanks to the blogmaid for sending me this
pre-straightened photo to cheer me as summer moves into fall. Of
course NOW we get our nice, sunny weather here in Frisco. That's OK.

ellen, keith, et. al.

I'm feeling proud of myself this morning. I just signed up for a
10-week Introduction to Fiction Writing class at the distinguished
Writing Salon. It's a huge commitment of time and energy, but
I figure, if not now WHEN? Thanks to the museums I have the
money and thanks to you, my readers, I have the encouragement.
Your response to the times I fiddled around with Keith in Ellen's
garden were very rewarding to me, so belated heartfelt thanks.

It all starts in October (Monday nights) and I'm already excited.

needing a day off

I always want an entire day to myself after our writing group
meets as it did last night. Will's new poetry book is sitting
on our small square coffee table and the bright orange title
Wednesday After Lunch looks so inviting on the blue
background with the orange staircase in the center. I need
to sit and read and think today...

Any meeting with Suzy Parker is a treat and her piece last
night about her brother was magnificent. Then Mistress Jane's
biography and thoughts about photography and creativity,
Doug's haunting song about an immigrant from Mexico who
lives now in L.A., and Will's summer trip cancellation. But
really, this morning, Eric's thoughts about teaching first grade
fill my head. If we all really knew how teachers spend their
days and how much time they spend preparing and worrying,
maybe they would start to earn what they are worth. Good
stuff, great group, wonderful writers.

My paltry piece was about Cafe Gratitude ~ I don't care
for that place. Oddly enough, everyone had heard of the
restaurant, so that part was fun. OK, get ready for work!

ah yes, those accents

The Last Detective is yet another mystery series from Great
Britain. We saw the first one last night, after watching our
new Good Penny pitcher serve up a Giants' win in Philadelphia.
Dangerous Davies is a gentle copper who seems to get all the
bad assignments, because he is so nice. Of course he does more
than expected and has solved a cold case along with his guy
friend and this delightful big dog of his. Like the Fevered Brain,
we have trouble understanding some of the lines, but it seems
as the story rolls along, we decipher what they are saying with
ease. Well, maybe not all of it, but enough. Yes, rent it!

the first tuesday

Yesterday I worked out at the Legion of Honor for "free Tuesday"
and I prefer that to the deYoung on the first Tuesday of the month.
I saw 3 people from my old big box days, what a happy surprise!
The Legion is a quiet, classical museum ~ beautiful in that old
world style and I've had French tourists tell me that it is one of
the best and prettiest museums in the world. I am a big fan of
free days, especially when whole families come in to appreciate
the building and the art. Plus, yesterday there was sun. Imagine.

trouble in the burbs

This movie was about 359 times better than I expected. I thought
it was about a bad marriage in the 50's, but in fact it was about
a one-time great relationship with two v. bright people stuck in
suburban Connecticut. The acting was fabulous ~ Kate Winslett
and Leonardo DiCaprio and he is so much more than just a
pretty face these days. A potential Kleenex® film, but I was
too transfixed to cry, I guess. Rent Revolutionary Road now!