Interesting, I think. I didn’t know there were Ninjas in 17th Century France. “Qui êtes- vous?” I say. It’s a kind of basic question I’ve asked before, but as I’m seeing, it’s generally a question worth asking. “Je m’appelle Christine,” says a voice in halting French. So, this is the other Christine, I think. The … Continue reading Story Time Sunday on Monday, September 16th 2013, Taraxacum, part 4
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story time sunday, August 25th 2013 — taraxacum, Part 1
Taraxacum I am walking in the Jardin des Plantes because Joseph said it was a good thing to do and it's free and it's Sunday, and nothing else is open, so we walk a long way it seems from the historical center of the city towards the university. Joseph is a strange hairless boy with … Continue reading story time sunday, August 25th 2013 — taraxacum, Part 1
Frantic Friday bonus story, August 23rd 2013 — the robot that learned fear (grimm brothers riff [with thanks to Gina Warren]))
Once there was a robot that had two robot children. The elder child was a tiny, lithe robot made of white Apple circuit boards and it worked hard all the time harvesting the data and making the upgrades on the all the systems that ran their world. But the younger robot was stupid and lazy … Continue reading Frantic Friday bonus story, August 23rd 2013 — the robot that learned fear (grimm brothers riff [with thanks to Gina Warren]))
Sunday Special Edition: The Problem with Pleasantville, July 21st 2013
I really want to like the film Pleasantville. I have seen it several times, and it’s an incredibly arresting movie visually. The transition from black and white to color is gorgeous to look at – reminiscent, as many have observed – of that moment in the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy opens the door and … Continue reading Sunday Special Edition: The Problem with Pleasantville, July 21st 2013
in praise of failure, being weird, and not giving up — Rushmore, the Royal Tenenbaums and Moonrise Kingdom –Sunday special June 9th 2013
Dear friends -- sometimes being a quirky failure who survives ought to be enough. Personally, I come from a longish line of failures. My dad was a failure. A terrible one. So was my mom. My mom's mom didn't make it as a ballerina and taught dancing and French instead. My paternal grandfather's parents failed … Continue reading in praise of failure, being weird, and not giving up — Rushmore, the Royal Tenenbaums and Moonrise Kingdom –Sunday special June 9th 2013
Story Time Sunday gallery edition: does the Happy Show make me happy? yes, no, and I’m not sure
I have a confession to make. I tend to resist all things Austrian because of a terrible set of experiences my husband L and I had in Vienna many years ago. As a result, I don't like Austrian food, and I don't like Austrian music. Hitler was Austrian, and that worries me. Although, Arthur Schnitzler … Continue reading Story Time Sunday gallery edition: does the Happy Show make me happy? yes, no, and I’m not sure
whew! Story Time Sunday May 19th 2013
Dear friends of the unreal -- Sometimes reality bites. This has been a hard month for us over at Magically Real HQ, culminating in an auto collision, that has left us scared but safe. Thank goodness at these times for family, friends and strangers. Family members -- biological and choice-ical -- who send cards, show … Continue reading whew! Story Time Sunday May 19th 2013
story time sunday on monday, April 29th 2013
Once upon a time there was a woman who loved German. First she had been a girl who loved French and she remained that person for all her life. But when she got older she got interested in those big words that you can only make in German like Geschwindigkeitsbegrenzung (speed limit), and Kaufhaus (store). … Continue reading story time sunday on monday, April 29th 2013
Story time Sunday, April 21st, 2013 “It’s all poetry”
One upon a time there were two brothers.No, not Jacob and Esau. And for heaven's sake not Abel and Cain!And no, not the Wachowski Brothers.No. These were two brothers living in late 18th Century Germany (well, not Germany yet, more like the remnants of the Holy Roman Empire).No, not the Brothers Grimm.The guys I am … Continue reading Story time Sunday, April 21st, 2013 “It’s all poetry”
Story time Sunday, 04/14/13 — a tiny tale about nothing
Once upon a time there was nothing to say. Whatever there was to say had been said earlier. Words had been crafted and tweaked and sent out all over the place. It had been a busy day. So nothing put its feet up, and had a cup of tea. Nothing had 3 cookies. Nope. No … Continue reading Story time Sunday, 04/14/13 — a tiny tale about nothing
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