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get your photos published
I don’t know about you, but I cannot stop my index finger from snapping thanks to the invention of the digital camera. Cute dog on the beach… I’ll take 10 photos. Trip to Yosemite… 100 more. And oftentimes, I get lucky, with light, composition and subject fusing for an extraordinary image.
Feel me on this? Then get your summery photos the ink they deserve in Moonshine Ink‘s Summer Photo Annual (publishing August 13). Email jpgs (200 dpi @ at least 4×6 inches) to info@moonshineink.com by August 3.
livin’ the lake life
ahh… the Fourth of July. While droves of tourists are traveling miles to lounge by the lake, and throngs of lake locals are traveling miles to get outta town (many I know to the High Sierra Music Festival), I have decided to stick around. And there’s no better way to spend the weekend than with the wind—no plans, no need to go anywhere or do anything (except work on that never-ending timeline feature for TQ).
Today’s breeze blew me into the Allen family boat, all the way over to a cove on the East Shore. 7 friends and 2 chihuahuas (the non-yippy kind) = happy.
first friday @ brickelltown
Another month, another party… that’s how the folks at Truckee’s Brickelltown see it. July’s First Friday gathering features “art inspired by the carnival of life,” with more than 15 artists represented.
I don’t know about you, but for me, the word “carnival” conjures up some interesting imagery: part Mardi Gras, part clown frenzy, part brass band, the list goes on. While I let you whip up your own concoction of what exactly July 3 at Brickelltown will be like, enjoy the slightly disturbing, patriotic inflatable clown pictured above. And don’t forget to be there, from 4 to 8pm this Friday.
lake tahoe traveler on newsstands
Another product of my writing and editing has hit the streets! Lake Tahoe Traveler, a complimentary visitors’ guide, is found around the lake, so look for it on racks, at events and in restaurants. Follow the publication on Twitter for even more up-to-date Tahoe info.
popsicles coming to a freezer near you
popsicles… perhaps the best thing invented for summertime snacking.
I am super excited because a popsicle mold is en route to my address! I am now accepting recipes (via comment) to attempt in my new gadget… come on people, get creative! I will share my batches with each and every one of you (disclaimer: you must live within non-melting distance from my house, or be available to come and get one yourself).
(photo by Auntie K/Flickr)
baby greens grow up
Well, the garden is officially a success, especially the lettuce. Our chard, dill, basil and cilantro still have a ways to go, but our baby greens are busting out of their box. Here’s a picture of a salad made from the first harvest… yum!
precocious picassos
Check out my latest arts column for Moonshine Ink on stands now through July 15—got a cover line even!
I profile two local child artists, then detail how to get your own kid involved in visual arts. Was super fun to research, and inspiring to see young ones living creatively. Read it! page 70
reasons why i’ll never fly standby in summer again
Let’s take a look back at the past 36 hours:
Woke up @ 4:45 am EST, drive to airport, kiss mom goodbye, wait for the plane, 23rd on list to get a seat, don’t make the cut.
Wait another hour, nab last seat on flight. Rush over to Reno gate to again be denied. Four hour wait until next plane… read, eat yogurt, drink water, type, edit, type. Too bad I don’t know anyone in Salt Lake City. Afraid of airport’s airport (can everyone online right now access my documents?). Log off. Browse magazines, read Chabon’s Kavalier & Clay—am now obsessed!
Finally, my 3:10 departure begins boarding. Things seem bleak as the attendant is saying they are looking for someone to give up a seat because they oversold the flight. Minutes pass, then miraculously my name is called. I’m handed a golden ticket, to which I hold on tight, navigating the jump flight hallway while texting friends and family that I’ve finally made it. Hooray for me. Get on the plane, putting my bag in the overhead bin, when I hear my name again. Uh oh. Yep, the cruel humans yank me from the flight to wait more hours upon end for more oversold situations. Oh the emotional roller coaster of standby. (note I use no exclamation mark because I am now emotionally blank after the ordeal)
Needless to say, I left my Delta standby dreams at that awful E72 gate, then caught the next Southwest flight outta there (which was delayed 45 minutes). Some twelve hours later, I am still trying to get ahold of a Reno Delta agent to obtain my checked luggage. sigh.
party for a pub
Edges are beautiful metaphors—for hope, anticipation, limits/boundaries (and crossing them). Thus, the noun is a fitting title for Tahoe Writers Works’ literary journal that no doubt leaps off an edge or two…
The South Tahoe–based writers’ club is releasing its third volume tomorrow Wednesday June 17. From 7-9 pm at the Blue Angel Cafe, join local poets, writers and artists for a release party to include readings and book signings.
Submissions for volume IV are accepted through October 1. See the Tahoe Writers Works website for more information.
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