C tricked me (again) yesterday, telling me that it was a Canada Day tradition to spend the day in the garage repainting bookshelves, listening to good (reruns of interviews with Mavis Gallant and Nino Ricci, then the Debaters) then bad (some piece about a special Canadian guitar?!) CBC radio, breathing in enamel paint and flies. I only got to come back inside the house when it was time to make lunch and dinner. And the bookshelf? Black.
The website for the Kingston WritersFest is up. It's pretty sharp, and festival looks like it will be first-rate. I have a small supporting role giving a workshop, where I'll be talking my usual talk about ambitious ideas in pocket-sized stories. Come August, I'll be blogging about this plenty.
Because of some violence done to a painting of mine by the US Postal Service (and how horrible I felt about it), I recently made and sent a new painting to the most-aggrieved party. Thankfully, it arrived in one piece, and in the meantime she's had the first painting restored. Whew.
Sending various parcels to various peanuts today, including the wonderfully-wordless graphic novel Robot Dreams to my niece Stella. As you can see, it revolves around a dog and his robot, and includes explicit depictions of popcorn eating.
I'm also sending some Conan to my nephews Ryer and Landon. With them it's all Halo all the time, and while Master Chief's struggle against the Covenant certainly contains a gratifying narrative simplicity (read: see alien, shoot alien), I'd like them to expand their horizons just a tweak -- at least Conan usually steals a prize (and a girl) before decimating his enemies.
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The website for the Kingston WritersFest is up. It's pretty sharp, and festival looks like it will be first-rate. I have a small supporting role giving a workshop, where I'll be talking my usual talk about ambitious ideas in pocket-sized stories. Come August, I'll be blogging about this plenty.
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Because of some violence done to a painting of mine by the US Postal Service (and how horrible I felt about it), I recently made and sent a new painting to the most-aggrieved party. Thankfully, it arrived in one piece, and in the meantime she's had the first painting restored. Whew.
Hi Darryl,
Thank you so much for the Black Jacket man; he is absolutely the right date for the sad red lady! I've attached photos of the two of them, as well as a photo of the "fix" for the tear in the canvas. As the framer who repaired her said: "we all have scars." Ha!
Wishing you fantastic July holidays, and thank you again!
Anna
PS: She's resting on the floor right now, but don't worry, she'll be hung on the wall to the left of the horns. He might stay where he is, so they're close.
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Sending various parcels to various peanuts today, including the wonderfully-wordless graphic novel Robot Dreams to my niece Stella. As you can see, it revolves around a dog and his robot, and includes explicit depictions of popcorn eating.
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I'm also sending some Conan to my nephews Ryer and Landon. With them it's all Halo all the time, and while Master Chief's struggle against the Covenant certainly contains a gratifying narrative simplicity (read: see alien, shoot alien), I'd like them to expand their horizons just a tweak -- at least Conan usually steals a prize (and a girl) before decimating his enemies.
Looks like you will be in good company. Mind you, sailing close the wind in terms of dates, aren't you?
ReplyDeleteApparently, the kid is my project. DJ doesn't see any interference with *his* projects.
ReplyDeleteOh please ... I can already hear the words "Would you please change your daughter's diaper already?"
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