Monday, August 30, 2010
I was more like a comedy of errors. I wanted to make a green papaya salad for a luncheon, but didn't want to make a trip to the next town to the Asian supermarket I knew would carry it.
So... I looked up a local Asian market online and promptly decided (for no reason that makes any sense to me right now) that it would be easier to go on a random papaya hunt than to go to the market that might actually carry such a thing.
3 hours and dozens of red papayas later, I was no closer to finding the object of my quest than when I had first begun.
So... I went home and called the Asian market that I should have called in the first place.
Yes, of course they had green papaya. Hmmm.
And it made a lovely salad for a lovely luncheon.
Lesson of the week: Don't make things more complicated than they actually are.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
I've settled on a theme for my website and have been writing over there for the past week. I've still got some glitches (like making the RSS feed function and some of the other inner workings), but it's off to a good enough start that I'd like to invite y'all to stop by.
Friday, August 27, 2010
The blazing equatorial sun beat down on Simon’s head and shoulders as he dug feverishly in the hot sand with the ivory shoe-horn his mother had given him before the homecoming game with Taft, when the field was so wet that he’d lost his low-tops seven times in the cold sucking mud.
Winner: Children’s Literature
“Please Mr. Fox, don’t take your magic back to the forest, it is needed here in Twigsville!” pleaded little Isabel, but Mr. Fox was unconcerned as he smugly loped back into the woods without answering a word knowing well that his magic was only going to be used to make sure his forest would be annexed into the neighboring community of Leaftown where the property values were much higher.
Broken Arrow, OK
Winner: Purple Prose
The dark, drafty old house was lopsided and decrepit, leaning in on itself, the way an aging possum carrying a very heavy, overcooked drumstick in his mouth might list to one side if he were also favoring a torn Achilles tendon, assuming possums have them.
Scott Davis Jones
Valley Village, CA
Winner: Vile Puns
It was a risky production unlike any mounted prior on the Met stage, the orchestra first imitating the perpetually beating heart of a man walled-in while in pursuit of wine , and then a soprano singing the plaintive aria of a barely alive woman stuffed up a chimney as her ancestral home was destroyed; however, it certainly was Opera Poe.
He walked into the bar and bristled when all eyes fell upon him -- perhaps because his build was so short and so wide, or maybe it was the odor that lingered about him from so many days and nights spent in the wilds, but it may just have been because no one had ever seen a porcupine in a bar before.
Now it's your turn. See what kind of wretched prose you can write. One sentence only, but please make it as long and awkward as possible.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
1. Few in the class know how to write in cursive.
2. Email is just too slow, and they seldom if ever use snail mail.
4. “Caramel macchiato” and “venti half-caf vanilla latte” have always been street corner lingo.
5. Clint Eastwood is better known as a sensitive director than as Dirty Harry.
6. Doctor Kevorkian has never been licensed to practice medicine.
7. They never twisted the coiled handset wire aimlessly around their wrists while chatting on the phone.
8. Unless they found one in their grandparents’ closet, they have never seen a carousel of Kodachrome slides.
9. Bud Selig has always been the Commissioner of Major League Baseball.
10. Russians and Americans have always been living together in space.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Sunday, August 08, 2010
Friday, August 06, 2010
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Sunday, August 01, 2010
Mom and Dad provided the RV, the transportation, and the flowers.