Serious Literary Discussion

Matt and I often like to discuss literature. Though we have differing tastes (Matt would say I have none (I would counter that he should take his bourgeois attitude elsewhere because honestly if a magazine is going to print a picture next to an article it ought to be related to said article ::shakes fist at Harper's::)), we find it enjoyable to really examine literature and it helps us to really understand each other.

So, dear internets, I thought it would be a nice social gesture to show you how such a discussion unfolded between the two of us one day not long ago. So that through this example you too will be be able to create bridges of understanding with your partner.

Without further ado here are our thoughts on:






Ghost Shadow by Heather Graham.
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From: Gaby
To: Mafoo
Subject: Just because the word "ghost" is in the title does not mean it'll be good reading

OMG if the author of my book doesn't stop using the work "huskily" I'm gonna throw up.

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From: Mafoo
To: Gaby
Subject: RE: If the word "ghost" is in the title you can pretty much assume the book will be bad

Mafoo laughed huskily at the Ga's obvious discomfiture, then drove his dogsled off across the Alaskan tundra huskily. Also later he removed the coverings from ears of corn huskily.

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From: Gaby
To: Mafoo
Subject: RE: That isn't so. I bet "Ghost Pirate Raptors from Outer Space" would be a good book

AHHHHH!!! I die.

(Note to readers: proclaiming your own death is an unbeatable argument against many things)
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From: Mafoo
To: Gaby
Subject: RE: That isn't a real book

"Don't die," he whispered huskily and tenderly into her ear, as the sun set duskily on her life half-lived.

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From: Gaby
To: Mafoo
Subject: RE: Suck it

"It won't be forever," she whispered through her half closed lips. Her heart beat on its own one last time as her tormented soul was released into the mystical ether of another world. Wiping tears away and sobbing huskily, Mafoo turned away, unable to look at the prone corpse of his lifelong lover. Unbeknownst to him, Ga's quickly cooling hand moved to comfort him. Startled, he turned, hope swelling in his bosom, and saw that the lively Ga had changed. Before he could comprehend what may have occurred, his vision was blurred by a sound knock to his head. "Vampire!" he exclaimed as his life ebbed away down his dead lover's throat.

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From: Mafoo
To: Gaby
Subject: RE: That's what she said...huskily

Nobody likes vampire Ga. She is a jerk.

Mumified Fairies

Pixies, Doxies, Fairies call of them what you like. These tiny winged magical creatures are rarely seen and often when they are found they are generally long departed from this world and hardly recognizable. So imagine my pleasure when I found this fine specimen at a local rare antique shop we endearingly call Borgin & Burks.

Ok, I may be exaggerating. Borgin & Burks does in fact exist in our neighborhood (officially called Justin and Burks) and they do carry the coolest array of curiosities but this lovely little creature was not purchased. It in fact is a product of the "Halloween Madness" I succumb to every year. Surprisingly simple, it only took me a couple of evenings to create. A little glue, a pair of old nylons, paint, leaves and - ta-da - ancient dead fairies! I gave Matt the task of creating a specimen label and true to form he spent the next hour researching fun sounding and interesting place names in Britain.

My first attempt worked out so well that I made a second one for my friend. At her request I mummified Tinkerbell. (clap harder next time boys and girls).

Pillows and Hats

Spring started about a month ago here in Portland; unfortunately, this last week has seen a reintroduction of cold, rain, hail and well... winter. Bleh! But no matter, my company gave us a "Spring Holiday," which is just a thinly veiled way of celebrating Good Friday. So yesterday while I was puttering about the house contemplating doing laundry I stumbled upon a post on Lulu's Vintage blog announcing that she would be holding their first annual Easter Hat Parade. My interest was piqued, but only slightly, as my only experience with Easter Hats has been this. And that experience was like walking into a scary warped world of undue privilege and people named Muffy. But then of course there's the hats! And the making of hats! I sighed and buried away the urge to make a hat for a holiday I don't even really celebrate and went to Joann Fabrics to try and find some Super Sculpy clay for a project that has been rattling about in my head for months now. Really, I had convinced myself that the trip to the fabric store was only for clay. But then at the store all the spring flowers and Easter accoutrements were on sale and honestly I ALREADY had a little felt ram that I made sitting at home. How could I not? Half an hour later I was sitting at home covering one of Matt's top hats with moss and carefully trying not to get hot glue on the hat itself. (I had given this hat to Matt when we were 17 and he hasn't worn it because it's too big and he doesn't like the period that this hat is from so I didn't think he would get to angry if it got ruined). In a few hours I had this!



Today we scoffed at the miserable weather and I donned my hat. Matt grabbed the umbrellas and off we went! The ladies we met were sweet though a bit "networky" and I'm not particularly good at that. We had a small but intrepid group and off we went on our parade.

We skipped out a little early and headed back to Pioneer Square to partake in International Pillow fight day. But that is for another post.