CoverFAIL 2009

100 Scope Notes has helpfully given a bit of levity to CoverFAIL 2009, with the Create Your Debut YA Cover game.

CREATE YOUR DEBUT YA COVER!

  1. – Go to “Fake Name Generator” or click http://www.fakenamegenerator.com/.

    The name that appears is your author name.

  2. – Go to “Random Word Generator” or click http://www.websitestyle.com/parser/randomword.shtml.

    The word listed under “Random Verb” is your title.

  3. – Go to “FlickrCC” or click http://flickrcc.bluemountains.net/index.php.

    Type your title into the search box. The first photo that contains a person is your cover. I took “person” to mean a whole human, a head or face, not hands, or feet. This bucks the YA trend, of course. If you see a decapitated head or a torso/belly button, go for it. You’re REALLY YA then.

  4. – Use Photoshop, Publisher, Picnik, or similar to put it all together. Be sure to crop and/or zoom in.
  5. – Post it to your site along with this text. Drop a note on 100 Scope Notes Debut YA Cover Game to be included in the gallery.

Enjoy!

Away for a bit


Well, folks, we’re off to Oban and the Isle of Mull for the weekend. We’ll be with the International Family group from the University, but are staying at a bed and breakfast, rather than at the hostel (the rooms in the hostel were better set up for families than for just couples). No writing on the will be done (at least for me – T. may, but who knows), but lots of photography is expected. There may be dolphins. There may be puffins (‘though they’re supposedly all done with the whole mating and having chicks thing, this late in the year). There will be leisure. There will be video. There will be debauchery sleeping!

Blogworld Catchup


If I haven’t commented upon your blog, and I usually do, it’s because I’m desperately trying to catch up with the posts which built up while we were in Italy. I subscribe to around 160 different feeds, and some of those push out multiple posts per day, so I’m just now – after being back for a week – managing to get my reading down to below 1000 posts left to read. It may take a week or so more to catch up to where I’m able to really read at the usual pace.

It’s troubling, facing all of this buildup. I’ve gone in & marked thousands of posts as read, just to have them cleared away, in those categories which are more recreational than personal or educational – so, photos from the Library of Congress? Articles from Mental Floss? Cake Wrecks? That type of thing will just have to come through another day, or perhaps I’ll get bored sometime and visit their archives.

How does everybody else out there handle vacations & blog reading?

An Overload of Awesome

D. and I are busybusybusy at the moment, working hard so we can actually take a little vacation with clear consciences, so I’m entirely cheating by dropping everything in the middle of the day and posting this, BUT! — please click here, and tell me it is not the COOLEST DARNED THING YOU HAVE SEEN! (Today. This hour. This morning. Something.)I would have included the pic., but it’s copyrighted and all, so just look at it. It’ll only take a sec.

I have often had overwhelming envy and an attitude of complete and utter craptastictude (Say: crap-tas-ti-sood) about my sewing/crocheting/knitting abilities as compared to the talents of others — but this, THIS is something I could do. It took Canadian artisan Woolly Fabulous (Odile Gova) only a glue gun, thrift-store doilies, and four or five hours to do this project — and it’s fey and whimsical, and utterly gorgeous.

A glue gun and a thrifting expedition: I LIKE! Can you imagine doing this to a tree (or series of trees) along a path — or in your backyard, next to a big tree where you can drag a picnic table? Or on the tree holding up your kid’s tree house??? Or just on the edge of your garden to protect the trunks from the deer…? Or at an outdoor wedding? All I need now is a tree. And a house…

Email Usage

This morning, at a meeting with the acting director of my department, it was pointed out to me that a strongly worded email I had sent to 3 members of my department 1) constituted having “published,” and therefore fell under the jurisdiction of the University Publishing Guidelines. It was also claimed that 2) one of the email recipients was not a member of the department, so I had been “airing dirty laundry,” or something, outside the department. It was further pointed out that 3) some of my strongly worded statements could be interpreted as Defamation.

Let us address point 1:

The University Code of Conduct states that “…[s]ending electronic mail to a bulletin board or even to a list of recipients constitutes publishing the contents….” (in their Acceptable Use of IT Facilities, bullet point 3).

To me, “list of recipients” does not refer to some number of individual email addresses, but to one or more email addresses which are, in their nature, intended to distribute email to a wide group of people. For example, the email address everybody@someuniversity might send to all students at Some University. Sending an email to this single email address, then, would constitute “sending to a list of recipients,” as far as I can tell. I have written to the University seeking clarification of this point.

Interestingly, this policy is meant to govern the use of University resources. I happen to send all of my email through my private email address, not via the use of University resources. Certainly, as a student, the case could be made that I am subject to the policy, particularly when I am addressing other members of the University. So, I may be governed by the intent of this policy, yet not by the letter of it, in this case.

This is merely a quibble, though, and should not detract from my main point, which is that my sending an email to three members of my department does not constitute having published anything.

Let us address point 2:

All 3 recipients of my email are listed as academic staff at my department’s homepage. I fail to see how I could distinguish one as being not of our department, no matter where they happen to maintain their office space.

Let us address point 3:

Defamation assumes that my statements were false. We would need to test this, in order to determine this to be the case. Defamation also implies harm … which is very difficult to quantify, in this instance, because the intended audience for the email was only three people (no matter that one of them forwarded it along to the acting director of the department). Surely, if harm was done, I did not intend for it to be so, as I sent the email to three people whom I thought I could trust to discuss the matter discreetly. The defamation, then, would have to has been committed not by me, but by the individual who forwarded the email.


Basically, what it all boils down to is that I’ve been bad, by having an opinion which didn’t align with that of the acting director of the department. I should be good, apparently, and keep my mouth shut about things of which I am “ill informed.”

We’ll let slide that I was speaking about the organizational structure of my department, and that I have specialized training in organizational development. We’ll also let slide that the people about whom I was speaking are, essentially, engaged in the practice of IT, and that I also have a Master’s degree in managing just these type of people and their projects. It’s just overkill to say that I’ve been developing custom information systems for 15 years, and that I have a handful of professional certifications on top of my degree in the field.

I can even let slide the power-play tactics, of calling me in for a meeting which is “not a formal disciplinary meeting,” and that I was called in along with my PhD supervisor. Letting me stew about that for three days, over the weekend, was annoying, but just let me get a better handle on what could possibly be at stake, so that didn’t work as planned, either. Letting me sit in the office for 5 minutes prior to the meeting … that just made me laugh. I mean, really: who does that?

No, what gets me about the whole thing is that, to wrap up the meeting, I was told that they didn’t want to stifle debate, and that they’re an open department. Yup. Right.

Me: messenger. Message: ignored. Messenger: shot at, but not hit.

I made similar points to these at the meeting, at one point asking, point-blank, what they were hoping to accomplish in talking to me as they were. They had no answer for that, so I concluded that I was simply to lay down, let them take their pound of flesh, and move on with my morning. Which I did.

Will I get myself in trouble like this again? Probably. Will this make me a better email writer? It may make me examine things to see whether what I’m saying can possibly be misconstrued, but I don’t think it’ll change my behavior very much. I’m pretty well set in my ways, and those include saying the things that people don’t really want to hear

– at least, they do in those areas in which I have professional expertise. That’s been part of my value to the organizations for whom I’ve provided consulting: I’m outside the loop, don’t see things the same way as everyone else sees them, and I’m not afraid to speak my mind.

Will I forget this? Never in a million years. Will I smile and go on to be a model student? I hope they think so.

Good News and Cookies, Which is MORE Good News

Never sit down at your computer whilst munching the last of your dessert, an oatmeal raisin cookie, and then inhale crumbs after you open the email marked “Absolutely Essential Reading” from your editor.

Kirkus Reviews, which is known for some of the most deadliest, eviscerating, scary-to-all-authors reviews on earth has awarded MARE’S WAR a starred review, to be published May 1.


I wish I could say I had a picture of the cookie on which I just choked, but no. I find we also don’t often have recipes for these things, either, because I just …whipped it up. Two cups of flour. A cup of oats. Maybe a quarter cup of oil. About a third cup of brown sugar, agave nectar, or succanat – multiple sugars keep baked goods moist. I added some oat bran. Some baking powder. Some cinnamon, cloves, cardamom, allspice. A bunch of sticky raisins which somehow picked up moisture during the move. Half of a broken chocolate bar. A bit of milk, two tablespoons of lemon juice. A cup of unsweetened coconut shreds. I think that was it. And after that, it was stir, parcel out, and bake.


One nice thing about this house — despite the lack of hot water or heat, despite the lack of properly weather-sealed windows — is that the kitchen has a great little oven that heats quickly, evenly, and thoroughly. We’ve both been inspired to bake two batches of cookies in as many days (*naughty!*), cornbread, sweet rolls, and plain bread, not to mention the huge baking potatoes we have here, and a casserole.

Recipes to follow, for sure — eventually. When I quit choking.

…which is obviously a sign of happiness!

Packing the Kitchen

When we first came to Scotland, we had far more kitchen things than we do now. Actually, we had far more of everything than we do now — clothes, towels, table linens. What we’re feeling at the moment is the distinct lack of large tablecloths. In our previous lives, we often had T’s family over for holidays and meals, and used big brocaded cloths and sets of napkins. When we packed for Scotland, we kept lots of these things with the idea that we’d have tons of guests over, and used them on the way over as padding for our glassware. Well, when we realized that we were very unlikely to 1.) encounter a table large enough to need the tablecloths (and dozens of matching napkins), and 2.) ever have crowds of guests who needed all of our bath towels, we took them home to T’s mom, who made sure they found homes where they were needed… and she took the tablecloths herself. She’s enjoying them. We’re missing them, simply because we’re struggling to find things in which to wrap our glassware!



Shown here is one of the worst desserts ever encountered (at Culzean Castle). Stale, pink marshmallow types of things* studded with maraschino cherries in a white chocolate and cheesecake* filling on a graham cracker crumb-ish* crust. Fortunately, neither one of us had the misfortune of trying to eat this. Be sure to read about Culzean Castle over at Hobbits Abroad, if you’re interested in a more detailed “what we’ve been up to.” For now, that’s it. Back to packing!

Note: Marshmallows in the UK are NOT the same as marshmallows in the U.S. They’re …leathery; our friend Jessica couldn’t get her teeth through them. We believe these marshmallows contain either egg whites, and/or have a much higher gelatin content. We’re told they’re also usually berry flavored.

Secondly, cheesecake in the UK is vastly different from cheesecake in the U.S.. It’s made of creamed cheese and double cream — which is at minimum 48% milkfat! That’s like adding butter to the whole thing. You can’t even get double cream with that milkfat content in the U.S. (at a specialty store it’s only 40% – the FDA is concerned you’ll kill yourself, apparently… Ever heard of clotted cream? It’s a whopping fifty-five percent milkfat… you know the FDA doesn’t want you to have that!). Heavy whipping cream has only 36% of fat! Anyway, cheesecake here is obviously extremely rich and sets up firmly.

Finally – graham crackers don’t exist here; the crust was made of what’s called a digestive biscuit, which is sort of a gingersnap type of thing, sans ginger. Jessica said the crust was like sugared sand, and she was desperate to get it off of her lips. One bite, and the whole thing fell apart. It could have been quite tasty for someone, but alas, ’twas quite stale. Oh, well. Eating strange food at castle coffee shops is part of the adventure!

Where Were We, Then?

Time. Flies.

It’s always amazing to us to look backwards through our lives, and see the changes that have taken place. In 2002, we were living in an old house in Santa Rosa. Our neighbors were Italians whose families had emigrated to the U.S. in time to start the city itself. Every year we competed to have the best tomatoes, and every year Charlie, our neighbor, refused to admit defeat. He swore we were doing something to the ground over there. Just to the left, out of range of the picture, is our great big compost bin. Yes, we were doing something all right. Coffee grounds and tea bags and peelings compost so nicely. We had a wonderful garden, seven years ago.

In 2005, we’d just gotten a film camera that we’d saved for a long time to get. We celebrated by dragging T’s mother, aunt, and little sibs to Golden Gate Park, and taking pictures at the San Fransisco Conservatory of Flowers. It was hot inside that gigantic greenhouse — humid — and the lens kept fogging. Still got some great shots. That was five years ago this week.

Two years ago this week, we desperately needed to go grocery shopping, and T. blogged about basic drop-biscuits. They’re something we don’t make very often, because biscuits — like English muffins — can be dangerous. They’re best if made from scratch, and they’re so good you could eat the whole batch. Biscuits are relatively unknown in the UK, and really, these look more like a savory scones, or UK flapjacks — we can’t decide.

This is a memorable picture for a number of reasons, not the least because we had just started blogging, and were cooking with random ingredients we had on hand because at that point we were just finishing the remodel of our beloved condo in Benicia. The marble counter was brand new, the new windows were double-paned, the floor underfoot was cool planks of bamboo. It was almost finished…



One year ago this week, we had moved on to Glasgow, and were blogging about tofu cheesecake. We’d been abroad for about six months, then, and really didn’t know which way was up, and were still stunned after our first winter in this place. I was just applying for the PhD, after realizing that I didn’t particularly care for the Philosophy department, and hoping that next year would work out better than the one I’d just gone through.

We were living in a rented flat, looking out to the south, over Glasgow. We still owned our condo in Benicia, but were renting it out, and tended to compare where we were with where we had left. Sometimes, home looked better, sometimes the adventure we were living made everything okay.



Which brings us to this year. We’ve been in Glasgow for a year and a half, as of this week, and have learned how the world works here, somewhat, anyway. We’re getting ready to move on to our third flat, after having had the first one be too small and too dark, the second one be managed poorly (and also too dark). The third one we’re hoping will be much better, as it’s full of light, closer still to the University, and has nobody else’s furniture in it. It may take us a bit to find just the right bed (Hi, Ikea!) but you can bet no one’s feet will hang off the end anymore. (That alone should make me about two inches taller.)


Our projects will now be confined solely to where we are, since as of today, we’re no longer renting out our beautiful condo in Benicia. As of today, we’re selling it. It’s hard to talk about — it’s not even 1200 square feet of space, but it was ours, and we scrimped and saved for it, and put a lot of love and attention into it, and left it behind, thinking we could leave that part of our lives in someone else’s hands, and come back to it later.

But, while we weren’t looking, the world changed. Our little house has slipped beyond our reach. So, we’re walking away from it. Given a choice between returning home and finding work in order to save a house we don’t live in, or staying here and letting the bank have it back so the PhD. can be finished… well, there’s only one choice that really makes sense. We know that others of you, affected by the economy, have had to do the same. We’ve all silently simply gotten on and done what we have to do. It’s hard, though. Good thing there’s still knitting, crafting, and baking. Two years from this week, or four years, we’ll still be us, doing the same things that make us happy, no matter where we are.

At times there’s a real comfort in just doing things with your hands. Here’s to simplifying our lives and hanging onto those things which matter.

Cajun Squirrel Crisps


One of the things which is peculiar to the UK is their dear love of animal flavored potato “crisps.” We thought we’d seen it all, with Ox or Chicken flavored chips, but … this one has to take the grand prize. Squirrel? Really? Not JUST Squirrel, but Cajun Squirrel? This was so hilarious that one of our friends bought a packet, just to try them. They do not contain squirrel, or any other animal products, and are “suitable for vegetarians.” That said, they are truly horrible. They taste rather like a weakly flavored barbecue chip, but … with herbs, sort of as if someone were to have mixed barbecue flavoring with a Thanksgiving Stuffing Mix packet.

Of course, our minds, here, go first to the meaning of the phrase. Is the squirrel from Louisiana? Is this because they are trying to eradicate the gray squirrel here (imported from America, it outcompetes the local red squirrel)? We will never know, of course.

Update: In case you didn’t catch it, Mental Floss did a little article on this and the other flavors under consideration by Walkers. Builder’s Breakfast flavor?

Which feed / news reader to use?

A few months ago we started using Bloglines as our feed reader. It seemed to work nicely, with some features which outshone Google’s Reader. Well, Bloglines just got kicked to the curb.


Both of us subscribe to well over 100 feeds, so may not notice when someone hasn’t posted for a few days. With Bloglines, though, we experienced several times when a bunch of posts (say, 20) would appear, all of a sudden, from someone we hadn’t heard from in several months. The date of those posts? That would be from the past several months. Apparently Bloglines just isn’t as into serving up feeds in a timely manner as, say, Google is. So, we’re back to Google Reader, but still looking about for anything better.

So, folks: firstly, if we used to comment on your blog and haven’t commented since, oh, December? Please forgive us, and let us know, so we can make sure to catch up. Secondly, please tell us what reader you use, and why you like it.