Tuesday, April 24, 2007

who wants a love story anyways?

Okay, so sometimes I read Harlequin Romances. But only vintage ones--I don't read anything past 1974. I'm not really sure why, but I think the covers start to get trashy looking after that.

So this week, I've been obsessively reading, instead of dealing with the fact that my jobs totally stress me out and I have a craft show and only a week a half to prepare. And I'm turning thirty in seven days.
One new book, Lisa Lutz's The Spellman Files, I checked out of the library because I liked the cover. And I read it one sitting--I couldn't put it down except to make more coffee. I have a thing about books set in San Francisco, and girls who wear leather jackets. Izzy Spellman, the main character, rocks. And the author wears leather in her jacket photo.





One book I've had on my shelf for awhile, and reread periodically, is The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. It's a love story. And a sci-fi novel. And the Ms. Niffenegger includes poetry--a lot--which I adore. In real life, she's a book artist and college professor and I have such paper-book envy of her I can't even stand it. This weekend at Paper Source (after teaching a truly fun workshop) I browsed through a new book called The Book as Art: Artists' Books from the National Museum of Women in the Arts. It's totally drool-worthy, and for the first time, I was sad that I didn't live in DC. So that I could sleep on the steps of that museum to be the first one in the door every day. It was also a good inspiration to get off my ass and start making my own books again.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Snow? Spring? Whatever.


These pretty birds were making a ruckus outside my bedroom window--trying to pluck the crabapples off the tree.

Friday, April 6, 2007

i just can't get enough


It's true. I just can't get enough. Since browsing through my latest Smith Alumnae Quarterly, and discovering that Smith's radio station streams online, I put it on every day at work. It's good. Really good. And what's better than listening to beautiful, smart, strong women playing the Flaming Lips?