I can’t stop smiling. I look at my number of readers and I cannot stop smiling. I have just published my first book. Granted, it’s just an ebook, and it’s published on a small independent website called LeanPub, but still…it’s a book, and it’s mine. It is called, by the way, Global Moves: Belly Dance … Continue reading
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On the Way to Work, Part 5
Series of short blogs about things I see on the way into work. 24 Feb 11 Detoured into the British Museum on the way home. Needed a change of scene. I went to the Elgin Marbles galleries; beautiful in daylight, majestic and mysterious when lit at night. There were so many people–I wanted to get … Continue reading
St James's Sunday
I rather did stumble into Upper-Crust London on this walk. I frequently overshoot my mark making for the nearest edge of St James’s Park—I always think it’s further west than it is and end up striding down Bond Street or Savile Row past shops selling fripperies to the rich and fashionable, neither of which I … Continue reading
The Spirit of Christmas Present
My dad, full of festive cheer, bought a singing Santa hat last year. Not only does it sing, it flips back and forth in time to the music. This is Santa Hat 2.0. The first one, bought many years ago, just flipped back and forth when you squeezed the bobble on the end. This one … Continue reading
Giving Thanks
I went home for Thanksgiving for the first time in five years. It was also the first time in about six or seven years that my mom’s whole side of the family had been together. There’s nothing in the world like that all-togetherness. I am so thankful for living abroad, but also for the freedom … Continue reading
Inventory
I recently finished reading Moab is my Washpot, Stephen Fry’s first memoir. I discovered that he too was the child of an inventor, though his dad invented very different types of stuff than mine. Also he describes a dad with a very different temperament than my own father. Nevertheless, his description of growing up in … Continue reading
Swimming Along
Oh yes indeed, Caitie has returned! I missed you, gentle readers, and I know many of you missed me. How lucky do I feel that a few of you even wrote in to express your consternation at my extended absence? Very lucky, that’s how. My disappearance was principally due to a most welcome new development … Continue reading
In a Merry Hour
DON PEDRO Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born. Much Ado About Nothing, II.i Continue reading
Raisingate
Take heed of the unremarked but insidious pestilence of raisins. They get into everything! Nobody else seems to be concerned about this. Personally, I have an abiding hatred of them. This may not seem at first glance to be an issue of pressing importance, but you have obviously never been in the same vicinity as … Continue reading
Reaping Midnight
Okay, it wasn’t actually midnight. More like 10:30. Poetic license; see my previous blog entry Midnight in the Fellows’ Garden, also Shakespeare (Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act V, scene 1, Theseus, “The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve”, etc). I was walking home, at 10:30 as we have now established, and in the dark the lavender … Continue reading
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