annoying
He butts into her study session with sighs and dramatic comments. "How do you not KNOW this stuff already?"
brushed
I don't hear the bike as it barrels towards me on the sidewalk. I only realize after, what could have happened if I'd stepped a foot to the left.
ineffective
Ineffective sorts of triage - that's what he calls the proposals to address an ever-growing wealth inequality and a middle class eroding.
inspire
He asks, "What inspires you?" "Good writing," I say, "good discussion, good books."
paralleled
A husky and a squirrel run alongside each other, with only a slender fence between them.
struck
I come across these lines from Emily Dickinson: "Not knowing when the dawn will come / I open every door."
tasteless
High-end department stores create a "poverty chic" aesthetic for their window displays. The clothes look like they were fished out of a donation bin an hour ago, but they cost hundreds of dollars.
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Thursday, January 10, 2013
Interview with Naida
Today you're going to be treated to this wonderful interview with Naida, who runs The Bookworm blog and crochets. She's one of my oldest blog friends, and among the reasons I enjoy visiting her blog are the large variety of reading recommendations, author interviews and guest posts, fun memes, and regular doses of Pablo Neruda and other great poets.
Before we start with the interview, here's a bio of Naida:
Bio
Naida is a daydreamer who works a full time job to support her book and yarn obsession. She married her high school sweetheart nearly seventeen years ago and is a proud mom of two. She loves it that people mistake her for being her children's older sister; it's a special treat, and she soaks it up. After attaining an Associates in Business Admin, she's been working in the banking industry for about a decade but hopes to make her way back to school one day for her Bachelors Degree.
Naida's favorite past times include reading books with her daughter, listening to her son play original melodies on his acoustic guitar and cuddling up to watch tv with her hubby. She likes to go hiking with her family in the summertime and she likes to go running, when she finds the time.
She enjoys good music, the kind that makes her stop and think about life and love. Books and poetry that break her heart are always her favorites.
Naida has a chihuahua named Diego who thinks he's her third child; come to think of it, he kind of is. She's a Jersey girl who curses in Spanish when she's really angry but she doesn't like to get angry often because life is too short and precious to waste on being mad. Her hero is her mother, her favorite foods are lasagna and her mother-in-law's homemade spinach pie, she's a chocoholic and her favorite band is Mumford & Sons. She hugs and kisses her kids every night before bed and she counts her blessings every day.
Now, on to the interview!
Before we start with the interview, here's a bio of Naida:
Bio
Naida is a daydreamer who works a full time job to support her book and yarn obsession. She married her high school sweetheart nearly seventeen years ago and is a proud mom of two. She loves it that people mistake her for being her children's older sister; it's a special treat, and she soaks it up. After attaining an Associates in Business Admin, she's been working in the banking industry for about a decade but hopes to make her way back to school one day for her Bachelors Degree.
Naida's favorite past times include reading books with her daughter, listening to her son play original melodies on his acoustic guitar and cuddling up to watch tv with her hubby. She likes to go hiking with her family in the summertime and she likes to go running, when she finds the time.
She enjoys good music, the kind that makes her stop and think about life and love. Books and poetry that break her heart are always her favorites.
Naida has a chihuahua named Diego who thinks he's her third child; come to think of it, he kind of is. She's a Jersey girl who curses in Spanish when she's really angry but she doesn't like to get angry often because life is too short and precious to waste on being mad. Her hero is her mother, her favorite foods are lasagna and her mother-in-law's homemade spinach pie, she's a chocoholic and her favorite band is Mumford & Sons. She hugs and kisses her kids every night before bed and she counts her blessings every day.
Now, on to the interview!
Monday, October 3, 2011
Week in Seven Words #86
abruptly
It's a drab gray street with little to see except for a parking garage and the neon-lit windows of an XXX shop. Expecting to soon put it behind me, I hear someone call out, and there they are, people who haven't been around in months. They've materialized across the street at the bus stop with their child.
germination
Sometimes at the end of a sluggish day, all the inspiration and energy that had stirred quietly beneath the surface will burst out like vines flowering in a bog.
hermetic
There will always be someone sitting alone on the grass talking to himself in the midst of other people.
ineffectual
A thundercloud looms over the city, delivering empty threats all afternoon. We walk undisturbed.
mutual
We feed off each other's enthusiasm.
standoffish
The fountain at Fitler Square is fenced off. It plashes with an aloof complacency at people who try to send their arms through the bars to touch the water.
transmogrification
Old brick homes with fanlights above the doors give way to derelict shops and cold glassy skyscrapers.
It's a drab gray street with little to see except for a parking garage and the neon-lit windows of an XXX shop. Expecting to soon put it behind me, I hear someone call out, and there they are, people who haven't been around in months. They've materialized across the street at the bus stop with their child.
germination
Sometimes at the end of a sluggish day, all the inspiration and energy that had stirred quietly beneath the surface will burst out like vines flowering in a bog.
hermetic
There will always be someone sitting alone on the grass talking to himself in the midst of other people.
ineffectual
A thundercloud looms over the city, delivering empty threats all afternoon. We walk undisturbed.
mutual
We feed off each other's enthusiasm.
standoffish
The fountain at Fitler Square is fenced off. It plashes with an aloof complacency at people who try to send their arms through the bars to touch the water.
transmogrification
Old brick homes with fanlights above the doors give way to derelict shops and cold glassy skyscrapers.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Week in Seven Words #77
exhaust
Each car streams the heat from its exhaust pipe across my shins.
frangible
Time crumbles away in sweat, sleeplessness, and apathy.
heatwave
The air presses down like an iron, smoothing my clothes flat onto my skin.
kinetic
She makes her day sound exciting, each detail a delight, and something new to learn at every ordinary place she visits.
leadlight
The leaves look like pieces of green stained glass. It's reassuring to see that even when the heat is brutal and they're scorched, they can still endure beautifully.
nitpicky
He argues into his cell phone, loudly and unselfconsciously, about the precise number of tissues he used the night before to blow his nose.
pillbug
There's a little cell inside me, accessed by a hatch, and sometimes I disappear into it, curling up like a pillbug.
Each car streams the heat from its exhaust pipe across my shins.
frangible
Time crumbles away in sweat, sleeplessness, and apathy.
heatwave
The air presses down like an iron, smoothing my clothes flat onto my skin.
kinetic
She makes her day sound exciting, each detail a delight, and something new to learn at every ordinary place she visits.
leadlight
The leaves look like pieces of green stained glass. It's reassuring to see that even when the heat is brutal and they're scorched, they can still endure beautifully.
nitpicky
He argues into his cell phone, loudly and unselfconsciously, about the precise number of tissues he used the night before to blow his nose.
pillbug
There's a little cell inside me, accessed by a hatch, and sometimes I disappear into it, curling up like a pillbug.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
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