Okay, stop running. I only appear for like, 90 seconds. And there are lots of other fun things you can look at while I’m babbling something incoherent into the microphone. Really. There are 20 or 30 other writers and illustrators to meet. So you should come.
This is a miniature living room inside a PC console. Boing Boing suggests that this is where the computer elves live. But don’t you think it could be the modern-day home of The Borrowers?
Can you go to this store, so I can live vicariously through you? I mean, don’t but that suit dress, because it’s… um… ugly. But buy something else and send pictures?
My daughter’s school is having a reading olympics, and we’re supposed to record the books we read. Which has made me ponder the deep and painful question…
I went out galavanting in my new boots last night, to the Kidsbooks launch of Norma Charles’ Chasing a Star and Beryl Young’s Charlie: A Home Child’s Life in Canada.
I know Chasing a Star will be wonderful because Norma wrote it and because it’s about Barbara Ann Scott. And the first few pages of Charlie had me brushing away tears in the author signing line-up.
So, I am reading Blessed Unrest, eager to be made hopeful. Also, I have excavated the unread October edition of The Walrus from beneath the teetering pile on my bedside table.
“The Fix for Planet Earth,” it reads. “How human ingenuity will save the day.” Well, that seems serendipitous. I flip it open and begin reading the Editor’s Note.
Yikes! The world’s oxygen is disappearing, the oceans are awash in garbage, people are dropping like flies from air pollution, animals are keeling into extinction at this very moment, and the Great Barrier Reef is dying. (All this, in paragraphs two and three.)
Seriously, that’s what it says. And now I’m supposed to flip to the feature article to discover that there’s hope?
I’m paralyzed by panic! I can’t even turn the page!
This whole post at Editorial Anonymous is hilarious, but what really made me giggle was the phrase “batshit crazy.”
Now, why doesn’t that phrase appear in my daily vocabulary more often? I certainly have enough cause to use it. I’m implementing the change immediately. Thanks, EA!
My eco-friend Joanna is trying to address my apocalyptic outlook with this birthday present:
Apparently, Blessed Unrest is the story of social justice and environmental groups around the world and how, together, they form an unrecognized but powerful movement.
I will let you know if hope springs eternal…
I was wandering through Chapters yesterday, where I saw Margaret Atwood’s new
displayed side-by-side with Dan Brown’s new
and it just made me laugh. Because if you were Margaret Atwood, would you really want your work rubbing shoulders with The Lost Symbol? It might get literary cooties or something. But I suppose even Margaret Atwood can’t control everything.
Have temporarily rejoined consumer economy in order to buy these boots (see point no. 1, below), absolutely necessary for continued ability to generally function in society. Whatever you do, don’t tell Min (see point no. 7, below).