Sunday, January 31, 2010

My First Favorite Books



My first favorite book? That’s a tough one. I remember carting Go, Dog, Go! everywhere I went when I was very little, and was especially enamored with one of the final pages depicting the ‘big dog party’ atop a tree. I loved that picture...so much to take in, so much going on.

I also remember the first honest-to-goodness novel I ever finished back in the fifth grade, The Horse That Played Center Field by Hal Higdon. I don’t remember much about it, except I was sure proud of myself for reading a book (with no pictures!) cover-to-cover.

Other than that, I remember loving Beverly Cleary’s books, like The Mouse and the Motorcycle, Runaway Ralph, Socks and Otis Spofford.

The first book I actually fell in love with was Stephen King’s The Stand, which I read when I was 15. A friend gave it to me and said it was great, but it sat on my dresser for a month...until one weekend when I was grounded, with nothing else to do, I happened to pick it up, and didn’t put it down until I was done...some twelve hours later (this was an 800 page book). After that, I began to devour King’s novels. Some were good, some were bad, but The Stand remains my favorite (and the favorite of a lot of King fans), and it still the I’ve read the most often (at least five times).

Parental Craziness

Oh, the potential today! Do you want to know how crazy my parents were or how I've driven my own kids crazy?

Yikes!!! Well, let's see if I can do this without too much pain, angst, or autobiographical detail.

I was raised by two loving parents who did all the normal things: they loved me oodles and bunches and showed it by setting protective limits I didn't appreciate and holding me accountable when I screwed up. They tried to shield me from their divorce, made me cringe with post-divorce dating, remarriage, more divorce...Like I said, they were normal.

Basically it was such a normal childhood, I wished for my real parents to come claim me. When they didn't show, I looked around for a circus or local wolf pack to run off with. And I lost plenty of sleep waiting for my superpowers to kick in so I could join Professor Xavier's school.

Which probably explains why my imagination is so over-developed and my young adult stories (heck, even my novels) have a healthy dose of adventure, not too much meddling from parental units and involve unique, magical transportation to new places.

As for the craziest thing I've ever done as a parent:

I'm an author. I make stuff up all day long and I've even told my kids it's a respectable profession. Parenting doesn't get much crazier than that!

Real life's full of crazy parents and other people - make your escape with a good story!
Regan

Regan is the author of the young adult Hobbitville Saga: The Pixie Chicks, Hot Spots, The Shadow Stone, and Snow Covered Resolutions. All available now on Kindle, or at Echelon Press!

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Afro dance at Friskis & Svettis

Aouch. My body hurts.

I know I can only blame myself for working out three days in a row, but sis and I have been wanting to try Friskis & Svettis’ Afro dance for quite a while, and since it’s a new thing, they only have it once a week. So we were like: why wait another week when we can go today?

Well well, even though my body aches all the way from my shoulders and down to my feet, Afro dancing was pretty fun. I didn’t get the adrenaline rush like when I’m running on the treadmill, but the hour just disappeared so I guess I still had a good time, haha. ^^ When I think about it, I think I’m going to try it again in the future actually
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Sandra's look of the day :)

Friday, January 29, 2010

Upcoming travels: Your advice?

This image is courtesy of the 2010 Austin Marathon and Half Marathon (recently sold out, but put 2011 on your calendar).  

 Enough CYA on copyrights.  News!  Now you can follow me on Twitter.   Besides restaurant news/tasty bites, I might share more about my recipes/cooking there--I try to keep this blog 99% dining out, but it turns out that we actually cook dinner 5-6 nights a week.  Imagine that! 

I'll be checking out 36 hours, Tom's Postcards, Yelp , and Urbanspoon for sure, but if you have any suggestions for the following cities, I would really appreciate it!  Some trips are sooner than others, and some are downright tentative.  But still!

1. Austin, TX (W&CP, I managed to find your friend's blog through Twitter--it's going to help on this adventure)
2. San Diego, CA
3. Savannah, GA (besides Lady & Sons, which I will go to even if you didn't have a good time slash waited on line for 4 hours, because Paula Deen is the southern grandma that I never had)
4. Charleston, SC
5. Pittsburgh, PA

P.S.  A few fun links.  This description of a blog (via @Slate) is hilarious and true.  The second comment is the best.  Also, these macarons. I may not have to run back to Paris as fast as I thought...

Forgetful me

Aargh, I’ve become so forgetful lately! I just saw (or jie jie told me the other day )that I have an expired 10-times swimming card for Centralbadet lying around…-.- Not even slightly OK, Sandra.

I just don’t get it. Me, who usually will make people shake their heads with my perfectionism for keeping everything organized with all of my lists, and my from time to time, OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) that makes some think I’m crazy, hehe.

But maybe I can still use it…^^ I payed quite much for it, so why not just try flirting with the reception guy and see if I get in…? God, I’m horrible, but it’s not such a bad idea actually! Haha! Anyway, I’m off to the gym now. And I am going to make sure that I always will remember where I put my gym card so that one won’t expire without my knowledge as well.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Spotless

Yesterday I had progress talks with Faf (Fredrik - but we call him Faf) and he was almost “concerned” about my abcence from class…^^

No black = 0.00% absence

What can I say. I’m just extremely good at attending class. No secrets, I promise. ♥

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Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Parents

Parents - the people that raise you from birth. Parents can come in a multitude of different forms, and nobody's parents are alike. (Even when kids discuss how their parents are ruining their lives.) They're all different.

But let's take a look at a different aspect of parents. People always say that their parents are crazy - controlling who they go out with, when they go out with them, where they go, where they live... But what about a softer version of crazy that's really just a form of showing how outgoing they are. (Or it could be how the child thinks the parents are just embarrassing them. That's another option. I just think the parents are being fun.)

...

They go to a party and are the couple singing karaoke, horribly off-key but having fun. They go to your baseball game and cheer regardless of whether or not you hit the ball or whether or not you won the game.

But they love you. They might be crazy, but they love you.

Welcome to the world of craziness!!

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Crazy Me

My kids think I’m crazy. And, well, maybe they’re right. Of course, they had a hand in it.

A time ago, I was just a normal guy … listening to eight tracks, wearing terry cloth shorts, watching antenna television … yeah, quite awhile ago. But I was normal. A regular guy, just hanging and stuff.

But then I met and married a beautiful woman, and we decided to bring new humans into the world.

Before we could consider all of the ramifications, there were two, both girls.

Flash to fifteen later, and I’m having a patient conversation with one of them, complete with bulging eyeballs, veins standing out from my neck.

She’s warding me off by rolling her eyes like ‘Dad, you’re so stupid, and I’m just pretending to listen while I’m really humming that new song by Twobuckrapalot, and I’m not learning anything here and I’m telling you this by rolling my eyes at you.”

I could yell at her for what she’s thinking, but we’ve had circular arguments about my mind-reading ability in the past that have all ended in a draw, with her winning because it ended in a draw.

So I vented and spewed, and noticed she was just looking at me, a ‘my dad’s a crazy person’ look in her eyes.

WHAT! WHAT’S SHE TALKING ABOUT! I’M NOT CRAZY! I’M NORMAL !!! JUST A REGULAR GUY!!! ALL I WANT IS FOR THEM TO ACT AND SAY ONLY THE THINGS THAT I WANT THEM TO, BECAUSE I’M THE PARENT AND I KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FOR THEM. SO HOW’S THIS MAKE ME THE BAD GUY. HUH?! HUH? TELL ME! SO I’M OKAY. I’M NORMAL. THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!!

(pant, pant)

Whew.

Um …


… well, okay maybe she has a point.

Norm

author of Fang Face (vampire young adult funness)

www.normcowie.com

Monday, January 25, 2010

Indique Heights

While in Boston with my sister a while back, the two of us enjoyed lunch at an Indian buffet.  I think that's why I felt like we should have Indian cuisine together on her recent visit!  Also, eating with actual family is like eating with M & F or J & J - SHARE CITY!!!!

We had never been to Indique Heights, but we did go to Indique in Cleveland Park...err maybe 4 years ago?

Enough background, on to the food.  The Street Snacks are where it's at--you can even see pictures online, although really, it doesn't do the taste justice.  Let's do a rundown:

Papri chaat: AMAZING!  My favorite dish.  it was a yogurty, chutney-y, creamy delicious happiness in a bowl, with some chickpeas, crisps, and potato pieces thrown in for interest.  I made sure to scrape the sides of the dish before I let anyone take this away.



Vegetable samosa chaat: Mmmm, yummy.  And pretty!  Sort of half-deconstructed samosa, easy to share.



Syrian lamb fry:  Super tender boneless lamb cooked with cardamom, cloves, fennel, cinnamon, and ginger.  A really great flavor combo, and the texture was yum.  And visually, there's nothing quite like a pile of meat!



Chicken mini-dosas: This crepe filled with a finely chopped chicken mixture was delicious--the chicken wasn't at all evenly distributed, so if you try to cut this up and divide it among the group some people will get an empty piece of pancake.  The chicken filling was a little spicy, super flavorful, and I could probably have two or three of these for dinner any night of the week.  Table shot!



Saffron malai kabab:  Superduper tender chicken breast chunks marinated in yogurt, cream cheese, and saffron.  Really yummy, the chicken definitely melted in your mouth, and most importantly, it came to the table piping hot.  I thought the saffron flavor was pretty light, but that may be best--the most expensive spice in the world is pretty potent!



Dal makhani:  Mmm, lentils in the tomato/garlic/ginger happiness, apparently simmers in the oven overnight.  A perfect complement to the paratha and chicken.




We had the perfect amount of food for the three of us--not a bite was leftover, and we were too full for dessert, but we didn't need any wheelbarrows or helpers to get us home.

The service was--well, I guess one word is attentive.  But maybe too attentive.  Our server re-filled water glasses after almost every sip we took.  He came back to our table two or three times to see if we were ready to order while we clearly had our menus open and were discussing our options (and we didn't do this for a longer-than-normal time).

And then there was the staring--I'm not a fan of staring, generally.  Servers who were not otherwise engaged stood at the stand with the computers (where they print the checks, etc) and chatted while staring at patrons.  If you're going to stand around and talk, do it somewhere else.  Or at least look at EACH OTHER.  People do not like being watched while they are eating!  REALLY.  WE DO NOT.

I guess if we weren't sitting in view of that waitstaff stand then we wouldn't have had this problem.  We were straight into the restaurant from the hostess stand and then on the right.  The place is huge, but it was mostly empty on a Friday night.  So when you visit (and you should), ask to be seated somewhere else!

My only other complaint is that the restaurant can be hard to find.  You have to take the escalator upstairs at the little bus pavillion by the Friendship Heights Metro, and there's a small sign advising you of that. But then you go into a building that looks like a bunch of doctors' offices, and you think hmmm where did we turn wrong?  Walk straight past the reception area for the office part of the building and the door to the restaurant is on the left. 

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Indique Heights
2 Wisconsin Circle
Chevy Chase, MD 20815
Metro:  Red Line to Friendship Heights

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Sunday, January 24, 2010

Can You Do Mma With Genital Herpes

Of the announced withdrawals

"Every Word Written Is A Victory Against Death"
Michel Butor




Since the beginning of this blog in 2005 much has been written, little has been published and has been exposed enough. The experiences have been varied and it is important to recognize that the author was so deeply in love with this blog that had not been so great things. She would have loved just for being you.

The Blog at times and texts reflected the author's life, from 2007 to 2008, each post was dotted with intimacy and the reader could take a look at a world as large as the letters to told. At other times and texts reflected the blog at a glance, a thought, a criticism or an attitude ... reflected in any case was always a hint of the author; hue involuntarily exposed in many cases, completely volunteer in as many and some even manipulated by its author. Texts was deeply relaxing, moments reflected in letters that allowed the author to encapsulate perfect moments. There was also hell written, perfect storms and endless silences ... there were people and places that have transpired not to be embodied in words.

The blog over the years has documented the growth of author. This blog is emotional crutches, anonymous notes, post declaratory, manifestos and conditions ... the blog is the author, the blog is Coffee Girl.

Needless to say, almost 5 years into the life of the author has changed.
The blog so far is insufficient and the attention of the author towards the same has been limited. I think it is not fair to the Blog or to the author who thinks he at fault for leaving ... the letters did not end, words and stories continue to flow increase, it's just that time, space and the need to save some letters only to have complicated the author publications.
The author has announced a couple of times a temporary retirement along the almost 5 years, this time more than a blog withdrawal is imperative to put on the shelf of texts. It is imperative to do what the author should have done 12 months ago and saved the letters, words, silence in order to take further steps, stages wonderful who left breathless.






The manuscript with me again some months ago, letters have always been my heart and I can not imagine my life without writing, without reading ... without reading. I love the lyrics, I live in my words and the respect that it deserves to give their time then to pens and paper, the text editing programs and personal issues.





Enjoy a life full of letters.

be back!



"Every author in Some Way portrays Himself in His works, Even If It Be Against His will "
Johann Wolfgang Goethe

Sunflowers

We are sweltering here at the moment and Dana Marie's sunflower post seemed so appropriate for our climate.

But, she lives in the USA where, I believe, it is rather COLD!  Maybe the sunflowers were a promise of things to come?

Anyway, I finished them on time for a change and got them up and posted.  All the time whilst painting them, I thought of that marvellous Sunflower/Pug lady, Nancy Medina whose favourite flower is the sunflower and who also loves dogs (especially Pugs).  Her sunflowers are a must-see if you haven't already.


My cat, the Prizefighter

I have a cat.

He's kind of a funny creature. For a cat, he's extraordinarily well-behaved (mostly). He comes when called (usually), growls when there's a stranger at the door (seriously!), sleeps outside my bedroom door (probably would sleep IN my bed if I let him), and gives lots of lovey greetings when I come home from work.

Sounds like an average cat, right?

Except, I suspect Bear (my cat) was an Irish Prizefighter in a past life.


You see, he loves to box. Many times I have come home to see my husband playing bloody knuckles with him, and you can't wave anything -- umbrellas or walking sticks or curtain tassels -- around without expecting a fight. He'll box with my purse if I hang it from the chair, he'll attack the plastic bags from the grocery if they so much as look at him funny.

Yet, for all his wild athletics, he maintains the quiet dignity of a gentleman from the 1900s (including an awesome mustache!). Who, me? I'm stretching before taking on the side of the couch! It insulted you, dear lady, behind your back!

My husband's cat, on the other hand, was a certain, fearless Civil War general (Stonewall Jackson) and a Sous-chef in his previous lives. (He has to inspect everything we put on our plates.)

It's never dull around here, to say the least.

~*~

Heather S. Ingemar has loved to play with words since she was little, and it wasn’t long until she started writing her own stories. Termed “a little odd” by her peers, she took great delight in exploring tales with a gothic flair, and to this day, Edgar Allan Poe continues to be her literary hero. To learn more, please visit: http://ingemarwrites.wordpress.com/ or follow her on Twitter: http://twitter.com/heatheringemar

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Take the bus

Out of laziness to wait for the bus, I decided that I instead would take the bike to the gym. Good Lord, that was the most horrifying biking experience I’ve had in ages!

People think that Halloween is scary, but I know something that is so much more scary than that. - Biking in Sweden when it’s a lot of snow outside. I must have been so blessed today since I didn’t get injured. So please people, why put yourself in danger like that? Take the bus.

What if they would have had Hello Kitty buses in Uppsala...Then I would always take the bus, haha. ♥


An interview with Junior


By Katarzyna Eluski


When I sat down with Junior at his favorite café in downtown Wayne, Pa., he was sipping warm banana milk (shaken, not stirred) and signing a stack of self-portraits.

“It’s hard to keep up with all of my fan mail,” the popular children’s book character said, “especially cause I haven’t learned how to read yet.”

Junior’s claim to fame came after Katie Pasek, his “guardian,” began writing about the orangutan’s antics.

“He thinks he’s a real orangutan, and not just a stuffed animal as he appears,” said Katie, who was joining us at the table — presumably to pay for Junior’s meal.

None of Junior’s fans seem to mind, though.

When Katie finished her first story, titled “Junior’s New Home,” she read the book to her mother’s second grade students at Ralph Waldo Emerson Elementary School in Levittown, Pa. Then she introduced them to Junior.

“He has no problem starting a conversation,” she said, “and after a minute the kids didn’t notice that he wasn’t the one doing the talking.”

“They asked me what I like to swing on and what my favorite foods are,” Junior recalled. “They also kept asking me math questions and were trying to tell me two plus two is four.”

Junior maintains the answer is really 22.

Since that initial reading in fall 2002, Katie has written three more stories about the orangutan, and Junior has met more than two dozen classrooms of children from first through sixth grade in both Emerson and nearby Clara Barton Elementary School.

The precocious primate has become something of a legend at Emerson, and children who have met or heard about Junior eagerly await his next visit.

Over the past few years Junior has had to field the occasional question about why his mouth doesn’t move when he talks — “He’s not a puppet or a ventriloquist’s dummy,” Katie explained — but he handles those inquiries with his trademark style.

“I just tell them it’s too much effort,” Junior said.

Katie declined to comment on the next tale in the continuing saga that is Junior’s daily life, but she said a book is in progress.

Junior, however, offered a hint for curious fans: “I get a chance to visit the zoo!”

Before we parted Junior passed me one of the signed photographs.

“You should frame it,” he said, “because someday I’m going to be famous!”

No doubt he will.


For more information about Junior, visit www.katiepasek.com.

Friday, January 22, 2010

At the gym

I never thought I would say this, but I had so much fun at the gym today! M showed me how to use a lot of different machines; in a way, you could almost say that she was my own mini-version of a personal trainer. So kind of her. ♥

Although we couldn’t stay very long (50 min) since we had a class afterwards, it was enough for me to give my stomach, chicken arms and legs a workout. I mean, now the cross trainer and I are like best buddies. (Meaning that I now know why Oprah uses that one every morning, haha).

Oh, and since I was such a good girl going to the gym, I just had to give myself a reward…hihi.


I usually don't eat dinners like these, but to be honest: I would be able to live on a diet with mango chicken skewers, Greek bread and vegetables, haha...

Friday's sin.

Busy busy

I don’t think I could have been more efficient than what I have been this whole week. Ever since Monday, I’ve been booked from morning to night with everything from info meetings to open house tasks, and on top of that, homework. Puuh, I must say that I am tired. But, I am still going to the gym today with M.

Yesterday I went to buy my first ever gym card at Friskis & Svettis, so I am going. No excuses. I need a dose of sweat! Haha…