Day 88 of Project 365: Curtain Call
Tonight, another offering from the Filmhouse’s David Lynch fest: “Dune”. And a quote from Mr. Lynch: “It’s so magical – I don’t know why – to go into a theater and have the lights go down. It’s very quiet, and then the curtains start to open. Maybe they’re red. And you go into a world. It’s beautiful when it’s a shared experience. It’s still beautiful when you’re at home and your theater is in front of you, though it’s not quite as good. It’s best on a big screen. That’s the way to go into a...
Read MoreDay 87 of Project 365: Book-Learnin’
Another tiny Advent gift from my mom provides a photographic subject when my creativity is low. As negative as I feel about grad school sometimes, I am very excited to be finishing up in December. “A little over two years” seemed like forever, but now it is drawing very quickly to a close.
Read MoreDay 86 of Project 365: Dreamtooth
Dusting off the macro lens to capture this necklace. I found this several years ago in a little store called In Phase close to where I grew up. The owner of the store set the stone himself. I can’t remember when or why I started calling it my Dreamtooth, but it is vaguely tooth-shaped and the colours are dreamy, so it stuck. I have a lot to learn about photographing jewellery, and specifically opals. The purple fire eluded me, and resulted in bruise-like spotting on one side. In person, it looks...
Read MoreDay 85 of Project 365: Qwirkle Cubes
Ned is visiting us from London! I made an American dinner of meatloaf and mashed potatoes, and Ned kicked our butts his first time at Qwirkle Cubes. Now we are under the spell of Prose with Bros. Competitive magnetic poetry. I’m in love.
Read MoreDay 84 of Project 365: Beware the Avocado Masher
I tried to make baked eggs in avocados for lunch and failed. I didn’t even get to use the avocado tool, because I stabbed the pits with the knife before I realised I had a fancy scooper thing. If I ever need to make a ton of guacamole, I’m ready. I am extremely out of sorts today, which I can’t even blame on seeing “Wild at Heart” on the big screen last night, though it was mightily disturbing. I feel like Princeton in “Avenue Q”, searching for my purpose. I need to finish this degree — being in grad school is like meta-living instead of living — so I can stop thinking so damned much and get on with everything...
Read MoreDay 83 of Project 365: Where’s Marcel?
This little shell, sans googly-eyes and shoes, has been attached to the outside of one of our living-room windows since before we moved here. It might seem like a morose photo for Valentine’s Day, but as I was walking home I was thinking about all the things I loved about being here. This is one of those things. Not just this shell in particular, but the peculiar refuse that accumulates on buildings. When I take the bus, I get a great view of first-storey ledges. Mosses and grasses are most prevalent. Along with the occasional rocks, shells, and plastic caps, they form little dioramas of detritus. Happy Valentine’s, or happy day of noticing things we take for...
Read MoreDay 82 of Project 365: candle and rock
While packing for Scotland, I had no trouble choosing which gadgets and clothing to bring. Books were harder. The hardest choices were the least functional possessions, bits of decoration and significance that we all accumulate but may be hard-pressed to categorise. This little bit of golden quartz was a gift from FunkyPlaid along with six other stones on my birthday in 2008. Although I started writing about the city-wide treasure hunt that he created for me, I never finished. It was magical, and I was afraid too much examination would unravel the stage curtain. I was told that golden quartz boosts creativity and chases fears away, and I could always use a little of...
Read MoreDay 81 of Project 365: kitchen learning
The giant supermarkets in this country are the same as the giant supermarkets in the other country, especially on Sundays, all elbows and oopses and no portobello mushrooms so I had to substitute weird giant button mushrooms in my recipe. I watched someone walk away with my portobello mushrooms. My portobellos, mine. I could have snatched them out of his cart. Instead I shuffled the green plastic bins around over and over again, hoping for a secret stash. If I didn’t like cooking so much, I would never go to a supermarket again. One good thing about cooking at home is that I am ensured a photo for that day. Here is our ultra-simple dinner, teriyaki mushrooms from Stephanie O’Dea’s “More Make It Fast, Cook It Slow” cookbook. I served...
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