Thursday, April 17, 2014

NaPoWriMo time

I just found out it's National Poem Writing Month! That's long for NaPoWriMo, which I'd never heard about, though I know about NaNoWriMo, the month of writing a novel, which happens in November (which, I realize, is the date of my last blog entry, around the time I also wasn't writing a novel), which I've participated in several times, unsuccessfully, though I do have a T-shirt commemorating one year. I thought, Well, this is far superior! Here, I have 30 days to attempt 30 poems, and even if I only manage to write one poem, I'll at least have the satisfaction of having finished one thing instead of nothing. Since today is April 16, I've clearly not succeeded at half the poems so far, but I took the prompt for the day from this year's day 16 and wrote a poem. Here you go:

This Poem Doesn't Know How to Tell a Lie

Of course it's Tuesday.
Except when it's Tuesday—
Then, it could be any other day of the week.
I'm only saying this because what follows Tuesday is another Tuesday,
And so on, until eternity ends, a succession of Tuesdays, succeeded by the end of eternity.
That will happen on a Wednesday, because, of course, Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Not bones and blood and guts and good intentions, rather, empty of all that is not woe.
Woe was a child, not a cockatiel she once knew who belied his name by acting chipper.
Child of woe met bird of cheer and thought, Just once, can this be a bird who won't bite?
Of course Woe did.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Love Token Necklaces

If you're searching for a nice gift, I'll be listing quite a few love token necklace in my Etsy shop in November. From the early 1800s to the early 1900s, tokens made from coins were given to loved ones by suitors, friends and family. One side (sometimes both sides) of the coin were smoothed down and engraved with initials, names, phrases and/or scenes. The Seated Liberty dime from the 1850s–1880s was frequently used, but tokens are known on all U.S. denominations, as well as on many world coin denominations. 

Here's an older picture of some of the tokens my collection, a few of which have already sold. If you're interested in a particular token or necklace in one of the pics, please shoot me an email.

Soon to be listed love token necklaces.

Love tokens available for swapping out.

Thursday, April 18, 2013


I tried to make perfect hardboiled eggs today. I craved them deviled.

I failed to make perfect hardboiled eggs.

In fact, they were the most imperfectly boiled eggs I've ever accomplished.

After their ice bath, I peeled them and, for want of a better phrase, gave them a "squeeze feel." They felt gooshy, not hard, medium boiled at best. So I put them in a glass bowl with no cover and nuked them another minute or so.

While I was waiting for the microwave's ping, I pushed the shells down the disposal and turned it on. It seemed unbalanced and knocky, and I wondered if it were possible for an unbalanced disposal to fly off the pipes, which prompted me to imagine in great detail what would occur should that happen.

I pictured metal bits flying through the cabinet doors under the sink, with shards ripping into my knees and shins, which led me bleakly to pressure cookers and shrapnel and all the images and aftermath of the bombs at the finish line of the Boston Marathon.

As I was thinking these things, I took the eggs out of the microwave and dumped them on a paper towel--and one of them exploded, hurling the yolk into my stomach. I shrieked, and then started laughing hysterically. Hysterically.

I looked for an exploding egg image online that would do the
incident justice. I couldn't find one, so I drew this. And now I
see that I somehow managed to give it balls. 

Monday, March 11, 2013


If your name was I, and you wrote a blog about something you'd done that day, you would be writing in first person and third person: "I wrote a blog about what I did today."

If your name was You, and you wrote a blog about something you'd done that day, you would be writing in second person and third person: "You wrote a blog about what you did today."

If your name was We, and you wrote a blog about something you'd done that day, you would be writing in first person and third person: "We wrote a blog about what we did today."

All you want to know about person and form and case: go.

You can't blog, dog.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

dreadlocks for Elloree

I just came back from an estate sale half a block from my house. I scored a 200-year-old money bracelet from Ghana with a bunch of other costume jewelry for $20. I researched the bracelet when I got home and found others like it worth $700! But my favorite find was a collection of accordian-folded garlands. The woman in charge of the sale was going to throw them away and let me have them free. The lady who had lived there had made the garlands to cover her windows. She had lined the varying lengths of folded paper on hangers, arrayed along a curtain rod. I used to see her at her mailbox when I'd walk by with my dog, and she always said, "What a handsome dog." I can picture her folding strips of paper from magazines to make the garlands. I think they'll make excellent party decorations. In the meantime, I've hung them on Elloree's antlers.

like a stag in a paper shop

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Call me Wallace.

You know when you're sitting around with a person or people and one of you laughs so forcefully you audibly fart? I find that hilarious. I can't keep from laughing. So the other day, Mike and I are sitting around, and this subject comes up, and I say, "Farts are never not any any language." Then I say, "Oh my god, I have to make a site that translates fart into every language." Mike says, "There's probably one already. Remember baconwater? Remember Pornterest?" And of course there's already a site. Or an app. If you have a eureka moment, as sure as dogs love baconwater, someone has already not only had the same idea but has also implemented it. There will always be a Darwin to your Wallace.

You're never too evolved..

Sunday, January 27, 2013

a little coverage goes a long way

Heartfelt thanks to Porthole Cruise Magazine for the wonderful write-up of Millennium General Assembly in its "Savvy Cruiser" department for the February 2013 issue.

My gratitude goes out to managing editor Emma Trelles, art director Laura Roche, and the rest of the editorial staff. If this sounds like an acceptance speech, I guess it sort of is. I gratefully accept this boost, this nod, this affirmation. Media exposure is vital to small businesses like mine trying to get a foothold in a burgeoning field. Now I can add "As seen in Porthole Cruise Magazine" to my press kit.

Here's the text:

Fashion Forward
Millennium General Assembly handcrafts its jewelry from vintage and curious baubles, and each one-of-a-kind piece flashes a days-gone-by glamour. Necklaces and bracelets are constructed with Victorian keys and lockets, Old World watch fobs, and antique silver spoons and brooches, to name just a few of the eclectic elements carefully selected and transformed by the company's founder and chief craftswoman Maidel Margulies. In fact, most of the materials used by MGA are repurposed or "revived," which means you can be socially conscious and fashionista-like, all at once.