Showing posts from May, 2007
Okay, I admit it.

I've been having a pretty fun time in New York. From escapades in Central Park to appearing on the Big Idea (CNBC) to a round-up of the day at the classy restaurant "Moda" (at Flatotel New York), it hasn't been too bad at all.

Just now we came back from a carriage ride in New York. A majestic steed, white with a dappled back (named Whitey), deigned to pull us through the picteresque (though somewhat rutted) paths of Central Park as my mom yakked away with the driver.

Tomorrow I'm going on another lark at the New York Book Expo. I'm also doing an article for the Time For Kids Reporter's Talent Contest about the Expo, which required a lengthy outline (which I did on casually decorated Flatotel notepads).

I'll deign to post the article on the blog as soon as it's strained, tamed, and maimed to the same standards as any intellectual's treatise. I haven't even begun--you'll excuse me, because the Book Expo hasn't, either.


Thrice-Told Tales of the Big Apple

Having sadly neglected my blogging duty, I again take keyboard in hand and proceed to tell this audience of today's events.

I was invited to the "Big Idea" program on CNBC recently. Today we boarded the plane at a pitiful seven AM to charge through the clouds at New York City. This is my fourth time in the Big Apple and I must admit, I hope to no offense, that I did not anticipate the plane journey with much happiness. Neither did I feel particularly reasured when we took off, leaving bloomingly bright Seattle-Tacoma Airport behind us.

It is currently, I believe, seventy something degrees in the humid weather, but no hot weather is pleasant with the sound of a suburb sprinkler replaced by honking horns, the smell of a summer's freshly cut grass forfeited for the exhaust of a limo. And, of course, overshadowing all of these petty complaints, no summer day, not even one bedecked in cookies and cream, silks and satins, could be as pleasant without my sister, and my dad al…
The war in Iraq was a mindless invasion.

George Bush cited "weapons of mass destruction" as a major reason for invading Iraq. However, India, China, Pakistan, and North Korea all harbor weapons of mass destruction, and, while we might sometimes act less than chivalrous to the leaders of these nations, I don't recall an invasion (not that we should invade yet another country, of course.) As it turned out, Iraq had no weapons of mass destruction at all.

Soldiers have been dying in Iraq at an alarming rate. Lives are being lost for a war that was begun on the magic carpet of a president's suspicion. According to an Associated Press count, of Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007, at least 3,431 members of the U.S. military have died in Iraq since the beginning of the war in March 2003.

The war has costed us $400 billion, not mentioning fallen soldiers and the civilians killed in suicide bombings. This number is bound to grow as we continue along the winding, seemingly never-e…
I do love "dw" words immensely, though, at the moment, I can only think of two, "dwelling" and "dwindling", both of which I use quite a bit. The word "dwelling" seems to conjure in mind an image of a a moss-covered cottage, hidden by the thorns of long-long ago, and "dwindling"--well, dwindling food supplies, perhaps, and a warehouse riddled by a trillionaire's greed. Speaking of conjured images, today we did a project in class focusing on writing about a time in which we imagined ourseves as something else when we looked at something. I looked at a map and immediately imagined myself as a cartographer shut up in a tower drawing with a feather pen on a sheet of vellum. (As a cartographer, this is rather heavy on animal products. Adrianna would cringe.) I copied and pasted mine into here (by the way, it's third person. "She" is myself):
She looked at the map inquisitively and an image came into her mind, a sage of sorts…
The weather is getting somewhat better. The clouds, in the morning, broke up to reveal a beautifully bright sky of velvety shimmers that seemed as fragile as dandelion seeds in the wind. Thankfully, the blue sky held. After eating a lunch of pasta, salmon, and black cherry juice, we set off on an expedition for the awe-inspiring, ballad-worthy, Nike Park. A fearsome place full of rough bushes and thorns, we found ourselves soon in the midst of a hopeless labyrinth deep in the tangles of the forest chasm looking onto multiple layers of rapidly--too rapidly for us poor travelers’ tastes--falling onto the ground below. We hiked about a bit, and, after finding our legs substantially stung, our faces whipped and weather-beaten (as much weather-beaten as faces could get under the canopies of trees), we found ourselves at a fence with barbed wire set in a jaunty pattern atop the wiring. Adrianna made dark suggestions we ought to go back, while our mother obstinately pushed forth. Finally, a…

The Larabar

Ah--the blanket of paradise-like plastic adorned beautifully with anticipation falls to the "oohs" and "aaaahs" of the assembled audience, followed by awed silence like that in a cathedral. The Holy Grail of sweet tooths, the treasure chest of health advocates, the gourmet chef's dream. The snack for the sweaty commute across inner city, the outdoor lunch on a backyard equestrian dream. Play-doh for the babies not yet graduated from incoherent goos and gahs; wholesome broth for the graybeards.


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A Chronicling of Events Including Technology

We have been having a very good time. This morning we went to Nike Park again. Our mother was griping about us going down the woody hills, as she didn't want us to get lost again (ah! how sad! my heart bleeds! If only that bounty of treasure-hunting were open without the roadblock of motherly instincts!). In any case, we ended up going down and coming up directly afterwards, obviously finding ourselves with little other choice.

Today we also went to Theno's Dairy. The very name inspires awe and hope in our hearts for the taste of delicious ice cream. Lodged between a church and a construction site, Theno's Dairy is painted a bright red, with a faded, hand-painted sign bearing "Theno's Dairy" in brobdingnagian letters at the front. There is a friendly plastic cow in the front. Theno's Dairy smells of cookies and is pleasantly warm, though the ice cream is chillingly delicious.

Our teacher, who we call Beastie for her growling tendencies , was sick for two da…

A "Letter to Jamie"

The following is part of our Civil War role playing game. Our family is Confederate middle class in Augusta County, Virginia. "Ezra", my older brother, is played by my sister Adrianna. My character, Caroline-Edwina Lillian Emerson (Carrie), is writing a letter to Jamie, our dashing oldest brother who is a Confederate soldier.

Dear Jamie,
I am doing very well. It is very hot and I know the blood of battle must make it even harder, but the glory is refreshing. I envy you. If I were a boy I would go to fight and drive the Yankees out too.
Father wanted us to donate all of our animals to the war effort. Aunt Alice sent Ezra and me to take the animals to the military post. Ezra likes the pigs, and I like Thunder, the black stallion with the white mane. Ezra, in any case, took action to save the pigs from the soldiers' pot.
Do you remember the abandoned house down in town? Ezra pushed the pigs in through the window of the house. The heaviest we put in a shed. I wished to save Thu…