mi casa wireless!

EEEEEEE! Ayiyi, etc. Yo tiene el net. bueno. Benevenudo mi casa.

Above, there are shots of the living room, the two bedrooms, the kitchen, the view from the kitchen balcony, the bath...

I was very excited yesterday to discover a view of the palm trees from my bed. The dog had been very concerned about the birds in the palm trees yesterday morning, but I paid little attention. I was unaware that there were parrots living in the palm trees. Big green ones! No need for an alarm clock at Casa Pacifica, it turns out.

I took shots of our courtyard, which is intensely planted, and "our beach" today, before I was utterly exhausted. A little touch of New England. I will try to post them soon. Our unknown wireless benefactor is a little irregular, so posting pix takes some time!

Casa Pacifica

The latest (possibly greatest) abode. Patience and Fortitude guard the front steps. Apartment has two sets of French doors onto balconies overlooking roses. Entrance is off heavily landscaped patio. Woohoo!

Misc. pix

I'm still playing with my latest toy--and over a month after Christmas. That's our local Barnesandignoble. It's located in a former movie theater, the Loma Star, that was an independent bookstore in it's median stage, hence "Bookstar". The neon is very pretty, though it needs maintenance. It is also proof of two things. 1. There are people on Point Loma outside of our household who read. And not just adult books! 2. A bookstore can survive without a coffee bar. Besides, there's a good local coffeeshop just nextdoor. But they are not open late.



Not a literacy game. Cute though, eh?

the great big bird feeder

There is a large sweet gum tree right next to our balcony. It has just about lost all its leaves, though there are still some green. I've been figuring it will provide welcome shade if we still live here this summer. But something extraordinary happened this weekend. The sweet gum turned into a giant bird feeder. Finches descended on those pointy round pods that are so unpleasant to step on in bare feet. Goldfinches, house martins, juncos, birds, birds, birds. The goldfinches alight right on the pods and hang there pecking at the pods. The (slightly) larger birds sit on the branches to peck. Mourning doves sit on the ground below awaiting fallen seeds. I can sit in a recliner and watch all though the sliding glass doors! W00t.

the latest family addition

There he is, baby Jake. He came a little early, and is still a little jaundiced, but he looks to be a happy boy. I am Great Aunt Elizabeth to Jake, though he gets a few years before he's expected to say that. I've already tendered an invitation that he and his sister Gabriella come visit me in say ten years so I can get to work corrupting them as their crazy old Great Auntie. I had a great ime corrupting their mother many moons ago. Should be a fun role to play with them!

Best reads of 2005

The stated goal of my main other blog, Biblioblather was to maintain better track of my reading. I am THILLED to report that after 44 years of steady reading, I finally found a method of tracking authors, titles, and opinions. There is no searchable database, it's true, but I am very proud in any case. This from a woman who has retained a Pensees Livres from a trip to France in 1971, (thank you Google, and Le Monde for confirming the date, as one of my main memories of that trip was Nixon devaluing the dollar--OUCH!). I managed to enter three titles in that Livres Pensees before losing track/motivation, but those three entrees have been a precious ideal.

Skimming over a year's worth of blog posts for my favorite reads was kind of surreal. I have written in journals/blank books/notebooks much of my life, but never in date order. Whenever I want to write something, I just pick up one of the floating notebooks and start jotting. So they are a very motley array, except the one known as "the divorce journal", which my lawyer advised me to keep as an accurate record of events. I try never to look in it as it is very sad, but I was happy to find it last year before a court visit. Over the years, you do forget, thank goodness!

But it didn't take ten years for me to forget about some of the things I read this year. A few titles were complete mysteries. I decided not to go look up subject headings or reviews, trusting myself to have remembered and written more if it was good. After all, doesn't "forgettable" say it all?

Now I must thank Blogger and Open WorldCat (whose praises I am determined to never stop singing) for finally making it a reality: I know what I read last year!

My absolute favorite fiction read of the year was The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon. I felt like I was in New York in 1941, on top of the Empire State Building watching for Luftwaffe. I spent a week completely swept away in this book. Very little of the other fiction I read made much of an impact. I did enjoy Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman, though it was a bit over the top. Engaging, if not deep. The Good Wife by Stewart O'Nan is relatively short interior novel that spans over twenty years. Spare, elegant--all those things that distinguish good prose. It is set in Owego, NY, which I have driven through countless times. Driving and cars are themes. Long drives in upstate New York were a major motif in my childhood. So this book resonated. It also changed forever the way I think about the incarcerated and their families.

I also want to mention a children's book (more a tween book to my mind) Al Capone Does My Shirts by Gennifer Chlodenko. I picked it up because I had loved another Chlodenko title, Notes from a Liar and Her Dog, plus there's the family history tie-in: this book is about a kid who lives at Alcatraz, and my grandfather was born and grew up at the Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, where Capone was incarcerated briefly. Besides all that, it's a really good book.

This was a really big year for nonfiction for me. I try to mix up my reading, usually 3 fiction titles to one nonfiction or biography. I do subscribe to the idea that fiction is true, and nonfiction merely attempts truth. However, I have to mention Blink by Malcolm Gladwell, and Status Anxiety by Alain de Botton, which I need to reread. I will also mention, without link (because this post has taken me DAYS to write, the Popol Vuh, The Pine Barrens by John McPhee, and Bait and Switch by Barbara Ehrenreich. For anyone reading along at home, this should give you plenty of crunchy thoughts to mull over.

For 2006, I have a few reading resolutions. I want to take in some poetry. It's been a long while since I made a true effort. Right now, I am reading Joan Didion's The Year of Magical Thinking. Only a year?, I think to myself. I am also determined to fulfill my promise to the LISnews Book Club to read The Search: How Google and Its Rivals Rewrote the Rules of Business and Transformed Our Culture. I have had a request in for it from two library system's since September. Since I found the Open Worldcat record, cataloguing should not be an issue. I don't know what gives. But I will read it!

Little Tokyo on New Year's Day

OK, you heard about the rain on the Rose Bowl Parade. Well, here's Em and Matt in front of some unidentified Japanese trees in Little Tokyo in L.A. before the first downpour. We had a great time. We are thinking of going again next year. There was no traffic on the freeways coming or going.

Little Tokyo is crammed with stores selling Japanese books, clothing, housewares, food, you name it. Among our favorite purchases: little Japanese lanterns strung on Christmas lights; teeny mushroom-shaped Pocky candy; a Hello Kitty draincover; an all-metal (read unbreakable) jigger; a My Neighbor Totoro stuffed charm for the Prius; manga; Japanese grammar books; and a Japanese children's book that Em hopes to translate.

We had lunch at an excellent restaurant. The best gyoza we'd ever had plus incredible sushi. Here's Em and Matt outside the restaurant:

An Ocean Beach Christmas

Matt and I attended the Ocean Beach Christmas parade earlier this month. OB, as it is known, is the beach community where Matt lived before I moved here, and works. He is hoping to return there soon, as living one mile inland is making him nuts. OB does have a special laid-back vibe. The Christmas parade is the big event of the year, second only to the famous marshmellow fight on the beach right after the fireworks on July 4th. I thought I'd share the carol lyrics from the parade. Not all of them, not "Jingle Bells, Dog Beach Smells" (there were three large dog contingents in the parade), but here's "Rocking Around the O.B. Christmas Tree". The tree is hung with beach balls and 45s.

Rocking around the O.B. tree
Have a bonfire of the beach
Marshmallows flung where you can see
Nobody's out of reach

Rocking around the O.B. tree
Le the holiday spirit ring
Later we'll drink some spirits, too
And do some off-key caroling

You'll get a sentimental feeling when we say
Jingle bells and Dog Beach smells
O.B. all the way

Rocking around the O.B. tree
Have a happy holiday
Everyone's dancing merrily
In the old Obecian way.

Carols in the key of F

My friends at NOW put up some feminist Christmas carols:

And now, the promised carols in the key of "F" —

One too-frequent charge against feminists is that we lack a degree of levity. A Ms. Magazine cover once showed a cartoon version of a man saying to a woman, "Do you know the women’s movement has no sense of humor?" To which she replies, "No, but if you hum a few bars, I can fake it!"

So, in the spirit of good fun for the holidays...

(to the tune of "Jingle Bells")

Dashing through the snow
On our way to Capitol Hill
NOW rounds we will show,
And we won’t stop until

We save the Su-preme Court
‘Cause it protects our rights
We’ll protest any nominee
Who won’t support our fights.

Oh! Not the church, not the state,
We’ll decide our fate
Oh what fun it is to plan
For the 2006 debates

(Now, Dick Cheney only!)

Oil, oil, oil,
Oil, oil, oil,
We drill it out of clay,
And if there’s more in Iraq than here
Then we’ll go there today,
Hey!

(to the tune of "Good King Wenceslas")

Mad King W. Bush looked out
On his stolen empire
Reporters, they lay round about
Deep and thick as vampires.

For years they let him get away
With jokes and tricks and lying
But now they’re starting to report
On his domestic spy-ing.

Brightly shines the light of truth
On his lies overblown
And soon, we hope, with one more push
King George will be o-ver-thrown!

(Now, Trent Lott only!)

I’m dreaming...of a WHITE Christmas...

(Now, Harriet Miers and Michael Brown only!)

Should old acquaintances be forgot, and never brought to mind...

(Now, Bush only!)

Raindrops keep falling on my head
Since Katrina came, my ratings are all in the red
Oh, crying’s been a fact,
And now the Dems have filibusted
My lovely Patriot Act,
boo hoooooooooo...

(Everyone!)

NOW wishes you Happy Holidays,
We wish you Happy Holidays
We wish you peace and joy and equality,
And a HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Soon we'll rejoin the battles, but for now, have a wonderful, restful, well-deserved break, and I look forward to working hard with you in the New Year.

For equality,

Kim

Dreidl spin, spin, spin, spin!

Here's to hannukah! A very silly claymation for your enjoyment. Matt and I had a very Jewish Christmas. There was gelt in my stocking, and in the afternoon, we went to the movies, then out for Chinese for dinner. All in all a very nice day. Boxing day followed tradition as well: we exchanged gifts (wrong size, wrong attachments), went for a nice walk on the beach (I got the toastiest hoodie evah for Xmas), then I lay in bed eating truffles and reading a dreadful Regency romance. Some one donated what looks like a lifetime collection to Matt's freebie table--it seemed the perfect gift for me!

Oh, I am thinking of starting a blog on "Overheard in OB (Ocean Beach)." Yesterday, I heard a woman say to another woman, "It's such a girl beer." No idea what that means. Matt is so well known in OB, that on our walk yesterday, someone saw him and said "Oh, is the library closed today?" His personal favorite was when a stranger came up to him on the street and just blurted out, "Do you know how to spell fiduciary?" Of course, Matt obliged. Just part of the OB librarian's job.

Merry merry!

Hang ornaments, dude

Fairplay: The Bestest Things About Moving to San Diego

OK, so we need to give equal time to the Good, nay Fabulous, Things about trading Filthadelphia for the Sandy Eggo.

10. The laid-back thing. Except regarding traffic, everyone is calm and willing to wait a minute, and be pleasant. Even if it is superficial, it's way nicer than being growled at by humans.

9. The supermarkets. I have a choice of five just minutes away, three with only or mainly organic produce! All stocking just about everything.

8. Outdoors indoors. Indoors outdoors. There are big windows and balconies and courtyards just everywhere. It is partly smoking sections (every bar has one), partly the architecture, partly the lifestyle. I just love it.

7. The work ethic. Californians work HARD. They work lots. While being pleasant. With incredible flexibility. Wish I could export that to the East!

6. The freeways. Though in some ways they terrify me, they are so well laid-out. Exits and entrances are simple. There are lots of signs. There are little nubbie things to mark the lanes, and the glow in the dark. Such a blessing for those of us whose night vision is challenging, and often "lost" the lane markers in Pennsylvania. Also, those big sweeps of overpasses can be quite beautiful, it's true, and the views of the mountains inspire even me.

5. Knowing that many of our most well-beloved Christmas songs and movies were crafted by people in Los Angeles, half of whom were not even slightly homesick for white Christmases. Ok, many of them were Jews, or even atheists, and now, some Scientologists. California does have its share of rightwing Christian creationists, but all of the froot-loopier-than-thou does make up for it.

4. Hanging up Christmas lights in 75 degrees Fahrenheit. In a tee-shirt: no coat, no gloves, no ice.

3. Matt doing the laundry and grocery shopping on his day off. Every two weeks, he is off on Friday and I am off on Monday. I know it's not that incredible, but I can't believe he actually does OUR chores on his day off!

2. The produce. You can't go wrong. It is heaven.

1. The sun. Knowing that there is really good chance for a sunny day. Even when it's cloudy in the morning, it burns off usually by 9:30. Now, December is supposed to be the rainy season. I'm tempting the gods by noting that so far, it has rained demonstrably twice since I've been in San Diego, both times in November. Even when it does rain, the sun dries it up pretty quick. Ah, the sun.

10 worst things about moving to San Diego

10. I have yet to find a gas pump with the little bump thing in the handle so you don't have to hold and squeeze it the entire time you are filling your tank. What's with that? Makes me miss New Jersey!
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2. Having to shave your legs in winter
1. Endlessly encountering people dressed in shorts and flip flops (spaghetti straps optional) in December who complain about being COLD!

I've been working on this list since December. I will update if more occur to me. I debated saying something about fish tacos, but I like them (and fish burritos), and I am not sick of them yet!

I Love NY Snow Globe

I Love NY Snow Globe

I've been trying, unsuccessfully to get the image back. For now, just click on the link.

brought to me by Babylon Sister--thank you! The trash bag really makes it for me!

And we're off!

I'm starting this up as quick as I can. I finally realized there was no way I could write a Christmas letter and get it photocopied and distributed in a timely matter.

My new place of work takes a very dim view of using work resources for personal use. I think that's correct, just not what I am used to :D In the meanwhile, I will try to send some joy via this method that I so enjoy. 2005 was definitely the year of the blog for me. Some of you may be familiar with Biblioblather. I love it. I use it mainly to keep track of my reading, but I prose on about other things library and non-book related. I also love LISNews.com and Blog of A Bookslut and Caveat Lector and It's All Good and William Gibson's blog. If this is meaningless to you, just ignore.

I haven't printed my mailing labels yet either, so it may be quite some time before you read this. I am going to try to record some of my reflections on my big move to California in September. Today, I sat in a parking lot just before sunset and watched the wind in some palm trees while John Lennon sang "Happy Christmas; war is over if you want it" on the car radio. I thought about how much I want the war in Iraq to be over, to have never started. Twenty-five years since Lennon was shot. Whatever else you say about him, we still need to hear his message.

So this blog: I will talk about my daughter, my boyfriend, and my dog. It wil be a bit more personal than my other blogs, because I have lots of personal thoughts I want to share with all of you. I'll try to throw in holiday fun as I find it. I hope people will join in with comments--you are most welcome!!!