Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Next time I'll remember to use the tripod.
This was all just to get them up and moving and in a less-whiny frame of mind for their (semi) daily 'table time.'*
*Puzzle book and work book and Mad Libs and word games and penmanship practice at the dining room table -- in lieu of actual homework, which the Powers That Be at Ander's school decided to eradicate this year...
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
I've been so distracted by all the beautiful babies growing up and all the glorious seasonal weather blowing through on her personal blog, that I have forgotten to check Ander's-first-Other-Mother-alissa's studio blog for about a zillion years.
And so I only just came across this meme:
- Grab the nearest book.
- Open it to page 56.
- Find the fifth sentence.
- Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
- Don’t dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST
The book closest to me at my desk-in-the-laundry-room is on a shelf about four feet above my right hand, has a red cloth cover, and is faced out (once a bookseller, always a...):
Curiously the pages aren't numbered, but the Table of Contents states that Chapter III ("A Few Matters of Form") begins on Page 55.
Page 56 is a full-page illustration.
Thus, I am posting the fifth sentence of what may in fact be page 57 -- a sentence I am not at all surprised that I adore out of context:
"The steady evolution of the language seems to favor union: two words eventually become one, usually after a period of hyphenation."
And here's how I magically make this meme fit my criteria for this blog...
I totally dropped the ball for this dress-up day last year, and poor 'Za was one of a handful of kids NOT in Chinewyear gear.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
On the way to school today 'Za requested a music-free ride, opting instead for a detailed discussion of tomorrow's Montessori school Chinese New Year celebration.
I have signed up to bring a main course of authentic Trader Joe orange chicken for the kids-only lunchtime banquet, and the children are supposed to dress in whatever 'traditional' Chinese clothing their harried and mostly-Anglo parents can cobble together.
Zaza is lobbying for a trip to Chinatown for a new dress, preferably one that is 'good luck red' and 'not itchy.'
I say, hmm, well I have to wait around for the plumber to arrive and then wait around for him to install the new toilet, and then we have to pick up the big kids after school, so, hmmm, maaaaaaaybe. And perhaps she could just wear her super-cute, red, Chinese, brocade, faux-fur-trimmed jacket over a red dress?
Well, only if we really can't make it to Chinatown, says 'Za.
(The truth is, it's a cloud-scuttlingly windy blue-skied day, and I would LOVE to go to Chinatown to explore and take pictures and yes, shop. So much more fun than waiting for the plumber, right?)
But then 'Za says quite matter-of-factly that Chinewyear happens at the same time as the Zazaland Festival.
Oh, I say, raising one eyebrow in the rear-view mirror. Is there a parade for the Zazaland Festival?
Yes, there is, and in this one everybody dresses as fairies.
Well, of course they do. And does anybody give or get special gifts for good luck?
Yes: pieces of paper with drawings of llamas on them.
Ah. Llucky llamas. Makes perfect sense.
And then she teaches me -- very, very patiently, word by word, over and over, all the way up the stairs to school -- how to say "Happy New Year" in Zazalanguage:
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Of Umbrellas, Mary Poppins Jump-Shots, No-Longer-Very-Wooly Mammoths, and Many Many Many Wolves Caught in the Tar-Which-is-Actually-Asphalt
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
What if the mightiest word is love,
love beyond marital, filial, national.
Love that casts a widening pool of light.
Love with no need to preempt grievance.
In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air,
anything can be made, any sentence begun.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp --
praise song for walking forward in that light.
(the inaugural poem recited by Elizabeth Alexander)