i've submerged myself in Ryan's box-of-books these past few days and have made my way through two volumes of mildly depressing New York-childhood-with-mentally-ill neighbors/parents/siblings short stories unscathed. (with Ryan, there is always a fair amount of gloom-and-doom). i was feeling a bit read-out when, like the pickle in a sandwich, mid-way through the stack (and my week) was a surprise! Sand in My Bra and other Misadventures (funny women write from the road) was hysterical. i laughed so loud the nieghbor girl behind the living room wall put down her karaoke microphone long enough to hear what that sound was.
Ryan informed me that Canterbury Books in Madison, WI is closing; the creator of Sand in My Bra…was equally as disheartened to learn of it. but good news, it shall go on under new management (but why change the name? it's a good name).
i tell you, just looking at the pics online makes me lonesome for a decent bookstore (cozy and inviting with eclectic selections rather than cold and indifferent with nothing much more than Provencal cookbooks). what i could do (!) with the local english language bookshop if i could get my hands on it….
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young, blonde Swedish Emma is going to be spending three months working in Chicago. mom and i armed her with lists of places to go, things to see, all those 'must do's' of one of my favorite cities (if only it wasn't so cold!!)..things like walking through the Giant Heart at the Museum of Science and Industry…anyone have anything to add to the list?
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first the Museum of Bad Art, now this..The Museum of Menstruation…another classic!
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train interior, views from train along the coast
the train operators were on strike yesterday, from what i can gather to protest a regulation proposal for restricting their ability to go on strike. hmm. -
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"I'm getting a little drifty in my head".
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Cannes I, acrylic and pastel on paper, 25" x 19.75"
Croissette/Cannes, acrylic and pastel on canvas, 35.5" x 29.5" -
as if it isn't hassle enough to get fearful Miss Ruby on and off the train–today i got stopped for not having a ticket for her! i use the machines to buy my tickets, but of course the machines don't issue dog tickets. so, i missed the earlier train to stand in line to BUY A TICKET FOR THE DOG. "01chien"=1.30 euro. for a ten minute ride, standing up the both of us. i don't mind, it's fair really and i'm happy that i'm allowed to take her on at all–what i don't get is that i've walked by the same ticket inspectors four times a week with the same dog and the same one PERSON ticket for the last four months without a word. a beaurocrat must have recently decided that all this free dog-travel must stop! imagine.
after some online research, i see that she needs a ticket (though why randomly Messieurdames Ticket Inspectors?) because she is over 6kilos (13lbs). hmm–diet time! -
i sent Bicycling-Through-France Tom over to sail on Tishie Mae with Bert yesterday—if he's come all this way, he should see the coast from the sea, it's so beautiful. Tom is such a good guy. as Bert said, "He brought beer. And the right kind too." good boy. the more i see, the more i learn that "sailing" really means "sitting around a pricey toy drinking cheap beer all day."
Tom's on his way this morning, bicycling on to his next destination–Barcelona. Bon Continuation! -
this is classic…the Museum of Bad Art.
