A bit more than year after the not-Poland novel first came to my head, I have an outline. This is not to say that I didn't know the whole of the events in the story before now -- I did -- but the specific structure wasn't there, which is why I kept moaning about how it should be written. Now I know in what size chunks the story needs to be told, ( Read more... )

So we're all sitting around the house, doing what we do (after a delicious meal of sauteed mixed forest mushrooms -- grisette, chanterelle, and calyptrata -- and brown rice pilaf with dried craterellus. It rained yesterday!). The house begins to shake. Earthquake. Nobody moves. The house keeps shaking, harder and harder. And it goes on. So ( Read more... )

Life on the Central Coast is sure shaking these days. I couldn't resist that little pun: I was woken by another light earthquake this morning at 5:24 am. Truly not a big deal. You could hear it and feel it, and the birds outside got excited -- but they'd have been somewhat excited anyway at that time. The dog did not react at all, in spite of ( Read more... )

So April 17 is the commemmoration of Enrico Caruso's last concert in San Francisco on the eve of the FIre and Earthquake. There's going to be a concert and singalong of Caruso numbers at the Yerba Buena Gardens at I think 5:30 pm, so if you can be in the City at that time I'll be grateful. Since I can't ( Read more... )