Monday, December 29, 2008
Skipping the first twenty search terms, and in descending order of frequency, we have the following...
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Sunday, December 28, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
"...heads bow, eyes close; the blessings are said.
Here there is good will; here peace
From "Sunday Brunch at the Old Country Buffet" by Anne Caston
Happy happy merry merry to all those stopping by, to all my friends known and unknown.
Cute Alert: Felix Navidad!
And, for those who'd like something less sweet for the holidays, here's a heaping helping of Fruitcake Abuse. (Note: there's an advertisement embedded in all but the first...however, it was too much fun to pass 'em by.)
Sunday, December 21, 2008
It was time, we decided, for a road trip.
My friend had been wrestling with ongoing health challenges, and I'd been wrestling with that feeling I've been running on fumes. We knew what would make us both feel better.
We chose a theme: "Pie - Art - Pie"
We chose a form: Drive to Fort Worth to see at least two museums, and while on the road investigate at least one of the cafes noted here, and eat pie. Pie on the way up, art in the middle, pie on the way back.
It was a grand day!
We left at 7am, driving here through an uncharacteristic thick fog that made everything on the highway mysterious.
I had a poppy-seed kolache and coffee, and she had a sausage kolache and a blueberry cream-cheese kolache and coffee.
Since I've not had much in the way of sweets for some time, I felt the sugar rushing through my blood like fire.
(And yes, there was pivo for sale, and yes, they played this sort of music through their PA system.)
While not pie strictly speaking, the kolaches were yummy!
Miles flew by while we chatted. We discussed what art might be created on a planet where there was no community, only a monad life-form (and since found I should read "Monad Number Two" to learn more). We discussed family schtuff. We talked about school (she's gone back to school too). We talked about ASL, and whether a poem in ASL could be better served in translation to written word or to dance.
We landed in a place where certain Precolumbian terra cotta figures looked lively enough to undo their protective cases (after the guards left for the night, of course) and where I saw something so beautiful I found myself tearing up.
From there, we went here, and had some extra fun watching/hearing little bitty kiddos and their parents making echoes inside this.
An excessively delicious and leisurely lunch in the museum cafe, and then back on the road to Austin with much happy arguing over where to turn to find the freeway.
Miles later a stop here. Yes, I had a small burger (really good) but we were there for the pie. Pie -- I had buttermilk, she took a piece of chocolate cream to go, and I got a piece of the nutmeg-happy buttermilk for my hubbie. Yes, we did get a little lost on the way back, but I saw the old theater above as a result.
It was all Texas, and all good.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
"On a wall shadowed by lights from the distance
is the screen. Icons come to it dressed in capes..."
From "The Screen of Distance" by Barbara Guest
Class is wrapped for the semester! After a round of defensive driving tomorrow (to offset that speeding ticket I received while returning from a medieval conference) I will have more time to wander with a camera.
Friday, December 05, 2008
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
"...Still, there were photos in her camera,
and bright, teasing little captions to say
--so it wouldn't have been a total disaster. ..."
From "Only Then" (see page 20) by Irving Feldman
I have heard from friends who knew not that I plotted to eat BBQ at Snow's without 'em, and I am now the target for truck-loads of good-humored resentment.
Those unprintable forms of affection are just part of what I'm thankful for as I count my blessings this weekend. May you and yours be as amply and happily blessed as I feel I am. Happy Thanksgiving, all y'all.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
So...an impromptu collection of the search terms by which some people recently have landed here:
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my dreams my works must wait till after hell comments
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Sunday, November 23, 2008
"...surprise assumes a space
that has first been forgotten..."
From "Upon Discovering My Entire Solution to the Attainment of Immortality Erased from the Blackboard Except the Word 'Save'" by Dobby Gibson
Saturday, November 22, 2008
I had a few minutes of panic when I overshot the not-obvious exit to downtown Lexington and found myself leaving Lexington city limits en route to Giddings. Caught myself before too many miles went by, stumbled into off-the-highway Lexington, and then couldn't figure out where Snow's was.
A nice police officer gave me directions (and a rather bemused glance, since I was there for BBQ at 8am.)
There was a small line. I was the only gal in the line. There was a pro photographer flitting around Tootsie, the pit master, snapping away. The gent two people in front of me looked like he'd slept in a deer blind the night before, and said he had driven in from Fort Worth. (He ordered a combo plate, and $200 of brisket and pork ribs to go.) The gent immediately in front of me was a very large, roly-poly redhead with a thin beard. All the gents in line looked like serious BBQ eaters: big men with ample padding, ruddy skin, camo jackets or slightly worn sweatshirts. No iPods, Blueteeth, Blackberries nor other such trappings.
After drifting into meat heaven courtesy of Snow's two-meat combo plate (yes, Shelly, I did get the brisket, and I got pork ribs -- I stuck to what all those early arrivals were ordering) I was interviewed by a woman who was a stringer for "American Profile" -- she said she just had to come over to interview me, since I looked so happy eating that BBQ.
The BBQ was divine.
I gave thanks to the animals who gave their life to help sustain mine, and to the folks who were non-stop busy behind the counter but still nice as could be, and to Tootsie for her alchemical use of smoke and time on the meat. Sorry S., no pix of the food -- there are others out there who've taken care of that -- but let me tell y'all about it.
The brisket -- it was deeply beefy, touch-tender without being greasy or uneven, had a perfect smoke-induced red ring and a tiny bit of rendered-fat crust. It truly was BBQ apotheosis.
The pork ribs -- oh, my gawd. Possessed of a crisp lacquered smoke-side surface and an ineffably succulent meatiness that melted off the rib-bone. This was the best, the very best, pork I've ever eaten, even folding in NYC downtown Chinese restaurants and my own stuffed pork chops.
Beans were fine -- mixed with bits of sausage and pork, slightly smokey. Coleslaw was a nice counterpoint -- vinegary rather than creamy. Potato salad seemed good too.
But after all that meat, I had a mere spoonful of each side dish.
Since it was clear this was BBQ heaven, I brought home a pound of brisket and a pound of pork ribs -- it's Murry's birthday weekend, and since he has to work I thought he might like the extra treat.
The only thing -- and this may be gilding the lily -- that would make Snow's better would be a good pie or cobbler to finish.
That said, when and if Snow's decides to ship their BBQ, if you can't drive there you really should getcha some.
Friday, November 21, 2008
They start serving BBQ at 8am, and shut when they sell out -- usually by 9am.
It'll take about an hour and 40 minutes to get there, so I'm leaving before sunrise.
I hope the line's not too long when I get there, and I hope I'll see some nicely rusty things on my way back...wish me luck!
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
"...the lavish wardrobe
of things, the world’s
glaze of appearances..."
From "Favrile" by Mark Doty
I set out in search of color this afternoon, and found some.
While driving near here, as I was talking on the phone with my friend Henry, I saw people selling these on the sidewalk.
So I hunted up a parking space; they didn't mind at all if I took some pix.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Friday, November 07, 2008
"... I love I love the safety of
small world this door frame back
of me the panes..."
From "Helsinki Window" by Robert Creeley
Yay! I'm back home!
A long week, and schoolwork to do this weekend (yes, I'll post some earlier coursework here) but I had an unexpected visitor bring me a smile at the end of the workweek. Although she suffered through an hour waiting to catch a cab, her visit was a delight.
Saturday, November 01, 2008
"...I know something now
...about one word that fails
For lack of substance. ..."
From "Far and Away" by Fanny Howe
A fresh post, and some questions, can be found here.
And I'll be more gone than here next week, due to this event. But I will come back for more as soon as I can.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
"...What am I going to do now? And how am I going to sleep tonight?
A peculiar name flickers in the mirror, and then disappears."
From "Picture of Little Letters" by John Koethe
As ever, busy and between two whirleds -- work and school. If you, like Marly, would be interested in following along with some of my schoolin' projects, leave a comment here. I may revive this and subvert it for more recent project postings, if there's enough interest.
Friday, October 24, 2008
"...digging up ginseng;
where does matter end and space begin? ..."
From "Before Completion" by Arthur Sze
Thanks to you lovely readers who sent me "pink light" and other restorative energy. Some of the dark lowering clouds concerning family, friends, and others have cleared, and I am grateful to you for your care and kindness as I wait for the rest of the metaphorical front to blow through.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
"...each latch and lid
I bid, Be firm till I return from hell. ..."
From "my dreams, my works, must wait till after hell" by Gwendolyn Brooks
Tough stuff happening in a number of busted corners this week. Not to me, directly, but still. Hope your weeks are more tender than tough.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
"a poem will out-parcheesi you any day of the week..."
From "LXXI" by Anthony Hawley
I'm about as flattened as the perspective in this pic, post-conference. And there's a paper to write this weekend (Congreve? Sheridan? which to chew on?) -- but if my reading time goes well, I'll take a break and see if there's rust to be found.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
"...if you could just rearrange things the right way
you’d find your true life,
the right path, the answer to your questions..."
From "Anagrammer" by Peter Pereira
I had a fabulous time among the medievalists and heard I did well, although I picked up a less-than-desirable souvenir on my way home. Tomorrow, another full-time lock on my attention; but I hope to wander with a camera next weekend and see what I can see.
Thanks for coming back, despite my sporadic posting.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
"...There are days when the whole world
feels like somebody else’s collection.
Even your hands. ..."
From "Drifting" by Shirley Kaufman
The rehearsal presentation for the paper I am to give in two weeks for these folks went well, and I was glad to hear that my nervousness didn't show.
After, two of my friends and I went out for a post-rehearsal snack. And now, here I sit at the keyboard, thinking about the essay I need to write tomorrow.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
"...Early on, distant relations kept calling.
Now, nothing: sound of water
tippling a seawall. ..."
From "Radio Crackling, Radio Gone" by Lisa Olstein
All's fine in Central Texas post-Ike...but not (yet) for my friends in Galveston and Houston. Thanks, all y'all, for your care and concern. Stay dry.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
"... I hear the vacant rain before it falls.
It's like the murmur of a spiraled shell. ..."
From "The Dowser's Ear" by Wilmer Mills
Yes, Hurricane Ike is coming to visit.
I believe we're in for at least some heavy rain and wind in Central Texas.
Please keep my friends and neighbors on the Gulf Coast in your thoughts.
I'll post again once the storm clears.
Update 9/13 10:41am
Windy but not badly so, and overcast, here in the Austin area -- see how wide Texas is to get an idea of how large Ike is.
The storm center seems to have nudged further east as it smacked into the coast, so not as much going on in Central Texas as we thought might. No heavy rain, all is well so far.
However, I have friends who left Galveston to stay in Central Texas through Ike, and am hoping their home is not too badly damaged. Will meet them for brunch tomorrow and hear more.
Just FYI, a Twitter feed from a Galveston-based reporter.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Things are dry enough here that flipping a wet rock was more likely to uncover some critters.
Hoodwinked! The yellowing foliage tells the tale -- the plants hadn't grown around the rock, the rock had been placed among the plants.
Flip it back.
Oh foo, I couldn't get it in exactly the right place. As I stretched and tried not to slip into the scum, I noticed some glassily invisible fish no bigger than my pinkie-nail, and one very tiny black fish baby, scatter.
Well. A typical beige limestone-flat scum; what is that plant, I wonder?
Back way up.
No more flippin' flipping -- people wandering around. As the couple off in the distance passed by, I could hear them discussing her finances. Their dog was listening to the mockingbirds instead.
"Maybe no one can distinguish which voice
Is god’s voice sounding in a summer dusk
Because he calls with the same rising frequency,
The same rasp and rattling rustle the cicadas use..."
From "The Creation of the Inaudible" by Pattiann Rogers
Learn more about it all here.
Links to other Rock Flippers below:
Pohanginapete (Pohangina Valley, Aotearoa/New Zealand)
Blaugustine (London, England)
Nature Remains (Ohio, USA)
Pensacola Daily Photo (Florida, USA)
KatDoc’s World (Ohio, USA)
Notes from the Cloud Messenger (Ontario, Canada)
Brittle Road (Texas [?])
Sherry Chandler (Kentucky, USA)
osage + orange (Illinois, USA)
Rock Paper Lizard (British Columbia, Canada)
The Crafty H (Virginia, USA)
Chicken Spaghetti (Connecticut, USA)
A Passion for Nature (New York, USA)
The Dog Geek (Virginia, USA)
Blue Ridge blog (North Carolina, USA)
Bug Girl’s Blog (Midwestern US)
Riverside Rambles (Missouri, USA)
Pines Above Snow(Maryland, USA)
Beth’s stories (Maine, USA)
A Honey of an Anklet (Virginia, USA)
But wait! There's more!
Wanderin’ Weeta (British Columbia, Canada)
Fate, Felicity, or Fluke (Oregon, USA)
The Northwest Nature Nut (Oregon, USA)
Roundrock Journal (Missouri, USA)
The New Dharma Bums (California, USA)
The Marvelous in Nature (Ontario, Canada)
Via Negativa (Pennsylvania, USA)
Mrs. Gray’s class, Beatty-Warren Middle School (Pennsylvania, USA)
Cicero Sings (British Columbia, Canada)
Pocahontas County Fair (West Virginia, USA)
Friday, September 05, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
every corner there was perspective. ..."
From "Shiver & You Have Weather" by Matthea Harvey
Things are at full-tilt in the workin' whirled as well as in the learnin' whirled.
Not much respite in sight, so I'm shimming in a tiny bit of art as I can between the press of commerce and the rhizome-laden groves of academe.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
"...Suppose we were the first to begin
Living forever. Let's start
Right now. ..."
From "The Slop Barrel: Slices of the Paideuma for All Sentient Beings" by Philip Whalen
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
"...white grass crackling
all the way to the well shed,
the burning that must
have been coming from me."
From "Messenger" by R. T. Smith
Workload's increased, school's about to start, art history paper's in progress, and thus poky posting. No worries -- I still have rust to share.