One of the things I really thought I would miss, moving to Ireland, were some of the flowers. Forget-Me-Nots, fireweed, lupins. Only it turns out Ireland has all three of them, or something so very like them that it makes no difference to my untrained eye. The only flower I’m left to miss is Alaska Cotton, and I wouldn’t be entirely surprised to find it lurking around here somewhere.
Last night I went to see Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo+Juliet, because I’d never seen it and they’re doing a Luhrmann month at one of the cinemas to lead up to Gatsby. (Picoreview: It was pretty good. Bits felt like a dry run for Moulin Rouge, but it was pretty good.) Upon arriving at the Lighthouse Cinema I discovered there was a Star Trek party scheduled for a midnight premiere. Upon *leaving* R+J, I ran into friends…who had a spare ticket. I did not go. Somewhat grumpily and bitterly and regretfully, I…
I believe the toothy one here might be Kafi, a 3 year old new arrival to the zoo. I got a bunch of pictures of these two chasing each other around and jumping on one another in what looked like semi-friendly play, and then discovered there was a new gorilla at the zoo, so I think this is as much establishing heirarchy as play.
So Maureen Johnson, YA author, threw down a gauntlet a couple of days ago regarding the way books are marketed and asked her jillions of Twitter readers to gender-flip some of their favorite book covers. To make a cover that might have been offered up if the book was by a person of the other gender, or was gender neutral (initials instead of full names. She’s written a terrific article about the whole problem of gendered covers here, and it is truly worth a read. Really truly honest to God.…
Grumpy gull challenges you to give him a reason to be happy on Wednesday needs to go back to bed (as Silkie pointed out :)).