Saturday, January 31, 2009
And Tru commented recently -- she has a new 3BT blog, which I'm putting on the Roll of Honour. It's Please Remind Me to Remind Myself.
1. Blackened rosehips wear twisted sepal crowns. Dying heads full of dreams for the future.
2. A pan of roasted vegetables, caramel brown crisps on orange carrots, red onions, potatoes and parsnips.
3. Wrapping up in a fleece blanket after a bath.
Friday, January 30, 2009
2. I'm almost afraid of the way my inky crow has come to life.
3. 'I ate that plate of leftover cottage pie you left on the table. I'm sorry, and it was delicious. We're having that again.'
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tim at Heropress has nominated me for a Premio Dardo -- which apparently recognises unique voices on the net. I'm passing it on to Inspiral Daze for her haiku and photographs.
1. A large chocolate chip cookie.
2. A dusting of red paprika on my scrambled eggs.
3. An archaeologist working on a mesolithic site under the North Sea describes how lobsters kick up finds from the peat of our own Atlantis buried under the sea bed.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
2. We have no need to go out, so it's no concern of ours if the wind roars around the walls and the rain soaks the world drop by drop.
3. It is late and silent, except for me tapping at the keyboard.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Larkspur nominated me for a Superior Scribbler Award. For great writing, you should check out Fiona Robyn's A Small Stone and get some reading recommendations from Tania Hershman's The Short Review, or from The Fix.
1. I love to hear James' mother describing us all as teenagers -- she tells Nick that I was 'one of the ones that looked me in the eye and responded to my greeting' instead of scurrying through the kitchen with my head down.
2. A s-shaped scar on the top of his head has changed his life.
3. The head waiter's tail coat is buttoned over the curve of his belly.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
2. A boy of 13 stands in front of the bakery display, the tongs hovering over an almond croissant.
3. Putting the final stitches in my scissors case.
Friday, January 23, 2009
2. Being driven on a bus through streets running with water.
3. The art teacher tells us: 'I have said "excellent" more times tonight than I've said in a whole week.'
Thursday, January 22, 2009
1. Clouds -- gold edged -- are massing in front of the sunrise.
2. A few pieces of raw celeriac.
3. Condensation diamonds on a crystal wineglass.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
I am expecting to hit 100 followers (see left bar) any day now, which is very exciting. I won't celebrate until it's 101, as I put myself on the list at the start. Thank you very much for your support -- it's amazing to have a visible list of readers.
1. When working in the mornings, when everything but my pool of light is dark and cold, I like to hear Nick getting up.
2. A fixer comes tumbling into the building to give us a bit of encouragement. He says we should put the readers first; that he talks to at least six strangers a day; and that we should be having fun with our headlines and page layouts. We talk it over, and wonder if it's all snake oil and hoopla, or if there really are good times just around the corner. I am starting to feel as if I've been given permission to do the job I love.
3. I miss my train by seconds and feel very sorry for myself. But while I'm waiting I overhear a lady telling an even sorrier story into her phone -- she had got on the train in London thinking she was going to Blackheath. But no -- "Fast to High Brooms... High Brooms? It's somewhere near Sussex."
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
2. Putting a small dish of mince topped with sliced potatoes into the oven. There is nutmeg and cheese among the layers.
3. To run my fingers over the latest section of my sewing and feel the smooth satin stitch and the nubbly mountains raised by Rhodes stitch.
Monday, January 19, 2009
2. Coming out of the house when the sun is shining and a fresh wind is buffetting the street corners.
3. Hearing Nick laugh at QI.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
1. We go into Noakes Department Store in search of clean lightpull cord and leave with a set of bathroom curtains. After climbing up and down the ladder, knotting and unknotting header tape and rearranging hooks, we step back to look. 'It feels like my bathroom now,' says Nick, and we notice that the echo has gone from the room.
2. Katie-who-I-used-to-live-with has been to Sweden. She brings me back the most wonderful bag of Moomin swag -- metal Christmas tree baubles, a romantic mug showing Moomin and the Snork Maiden, a tea towel, a tin tray and a bright orange birthday book (in Swedish) decorated with illustrations from the books.
3. Today has been a busy day for catching up with friends. We saw He-Who-Shall-Not-Be named for lunch; then Backgammon Andy and his girlfriend in the evening. Coming home, I feel tired, but content. I always forget how exhausting a busy day is, but I'm glad to have the chance to firm up my connections with my people.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
2. It is a day with plenty of space between each happening.
3. I am annoyed at having to unpick so many stitches -- again -- but I feel better for doing it, knowing that later on I needn't fudge the pattern to make it fit.
Friday, January 16, 2009
2. I wouldn't have run outside to look if the green sky and gilded clouds hadn't been reflected in the windows opposite.
3. Art class: There is a raven hiding in this piece of cartridge paper.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
2. Standing on the bridge when a goods train goes by. The path shakes.
3. Eerie fields, mist settled in hollows. I look straight up and blue sky sky peers back, trying to see where I am.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
2. The parish vicar visits us at our desks once a month to see how we're doing. He has a fistful of earrings and an infectious laugh. Wherever he goes round the office there is laughter and exchange of news.
3. I wake in the dark and can't remember anything about myself or my life. Then the knowledge returns and I have to smile at how happy I am.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
2. Given the coffee snobbery that taints my character, I am surprised by my weakness for packet cappucino that foams up by a mysterious chemical mechanism.
3. We sit with in a deep hotel sofa with large glasses of wine close by. Plans for the future float around our heads like bubbles.
Monday, January 12, 2009
2. Adding more hot water to a cooling bath.
3. It has taken a week of unwillingly snatched moments to unpick three rows of tightly stitched mistake, but now it's done.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
2. At the market, the goats cheese man blows his fingers. The fishmongers hands are blue and red raw. I'm glad to be going home.
3. A Christmas present of a trip to the theatre, John Buchan's The 39 Steps. A cast of four chase a villainous German spy from London to Scotland via music hall and a shadow puppet show. On the playwriting course I did, we were often told that a script has more chance of being accepted if it will turn into a low-budget play. That might sound sad, but actually the challenge of working with a limited cast and simple (or non-existant) scenery inspires.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
2. The street disappears into the fog, the horizon invisible but for a tree top in front of the misted over sun.
3. He brings flowers, stargazer lilies. They are fast asleep and shut up against the cold.
Friday, January 09, 2009
Megan dropped me a line to say that she's started her own 3BT page: Megan's Three Beautiful Things, so I've added her to the Roll of Honour.1. I lock the door in a strange half-light.
2. I missed school the day we did perspective. Tonight, we learn how its done. My sketch book is full of boxes floating in mid air and shooting off into the distance.
3. Cold hands and face, warm flat and a hot cup of tea.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
1. Crunching on old snow ice in my big black boots.
2. Katie-at-work was touched by the story on one of her pages. It was about a charity, Facing Africa (disturbing images straight away), which helps prevent the flesh-eating disease noma and helps reconstruct the faces of children affected. She has been fretting about these children and how they could have been saved so much pain by £1 worth of mouthwash. In the afternoon, she comes up with a sponsor form: she's going to lose her stone of winter weight and we're going to pay her. We remind her that every slip-up could cost a child its mouthwash.
3. After washing the root vegetables, the bottom of the sink has a layer of muddy ferns. I chase the dirt down the drain with water, and the pattern changes to waves and fans, lines crossing where the flow has hit the side of the sink and bounced off.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
2. Lying in the bath with my ears underwater.
3. Spotting The Jungle Book references in Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
1. On my way to work, the smoky static air fills with falling dots and fluffs and feathers.
2. In the dark part of the afternoon, a leftover box of Christmas chocolates is pulled from a desk draw and passed around.
3. The story of two small German children who were caught waiting for a train to the airport. They explained to amused police that they were running away to Africa to get married. They'd even thought to take the bride's sister along as a witness. Why Africa? The would-be groom, six-year old Mika explained "We wanted to unpack the summer things and then we wanted to go for a bit of a stroll in the sun." I know the feeling, mate.
Monday, January 05, 2009
2. She sits on the corner of the coffee table and stares at me, lifting first one white paw and then the other. She is trying to decide if it's safe to dab at my knee.
3. Through the woods, a line of street lights tells us how to get home.
Sunday, January 04, 2009
2. Fenella brings me a parcel, a something that she's seen and decided that I MUST HAVE. It's The Dodo Pad Book of the Big Day. It's wonderfully approachable, so I won't be scared to scribble all over it and paste scruffy bits of paper into it.
3. In his latest TV series, Amazon, Bruce Parry returns to the Matis who visited a few years ago as part Tribe. He projects the film on to the lumpy log walls of the longhouse and is relieved to hear them laugh at all the bits showing him in pain, throwing up or running for the loo.
Saturday, January 03, 2009
1. 'Christmas has gone so quickly,' says the man in the greengrocers, who must be one of the happiest people ever. 'But I'd have been bored if I'd had more than a week off.'
2. I am in the library and I'm looking for books about getting married.
3. The bacon is unprepossessing, steaming itself in the water that pours out, but in the end it crisps up well.
Friday, January 02, 2009
1. Silence in the woods. Even our breathing seems intrusive. Then, a woodpecker hammers and a flock of geese across the valley calls.
2. Wandering mapless and watchless, we lose ourselves in the woods. We taste paths, hit roads and retrace our steps.
3. Sitting stout fishcakes on a bed of wilted leeks with ginger.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
1. I discover that the sachets of instant cappucino I bought yesterday are decaf. Woe is me. Then I remember that Katie-who-sits-next-to-me doesn't do caffeine, but is very fond of these coffee sachets, so I can share them with her.
2. Picking over the crisply curled leaves of kale and stripping out the stalks and shaking off the diamond drops of water.
3. Spotting a bottle of fizzy wine cooling on the window ledge and hearing fireworks all around us.
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