I don’t know who just up and gave me a baby. BUT now that I’m approaching a year (a-whole-entire-year, GUYS) of being a mama and having a wee one around, I’ve come to some life lessons and realizations about the miracle of life. And being the sharer that I am (and
Good people, hear my editing updates – As of this Tuesday I have successfully edited 100/208 pages. Now, please note this is not a thorough, kill-your-darlings type of editing; it’s more of a fill-in-the-gaps, continuity, make-sure-the-gun-used-on-page-five-matches-the-one-used-on-page-55 type of thang. So far, it’s not as bad as I thought. I will be
Lately I’ve been accosted by numerous co-workers trying to entice me into reading the latest crazy “50 Shades of Grey”. They look at me with glazed eyes, talking about some person named Christian as I slowly back away. And no. No, I will not read this book. I will never ever
(It’s helpful to have the John Lennon soundtrack of Starting Over while reading this intro. If you don’t, well that’s fine too). My book From the Umberplatzen was published this month, December, one year ago. I had big plans. Lots of readings had been set up. I was psyched because I love
The guest blogger for the month of December is Berit Ellingsen, a writer I’m very fond of and lucky to know. Berit Ellingsen is a Korean-Norwegian writer and science journalist whose work has appeared in various literary journals and anthologies, most recently or forthcoming in Thunderclap, Pure Slush, SmokeLong, Metazen and decomP.
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The Hunger Games
"There's murder inside me."
I finished this book in about 4 days and it is as great as everyone is raving about. Typically, I try to steer clear of book trends or fads just because I’m a scoundrel that way and hate giving into the norm but I did. I gave into this. And it was well worth it. A great female character, riveting writing, and a few murder sprees thrown in, what more could a girl (or guy) want?
If the photo doesn’t spur you to make this delicious salad, than I will. I’ll stand behind you in the kitchen and poke you in the kidneys with a fork until you do.
It’s easy. Here’s how.
You will need:
1 fennel bulb, thinly sliced
3 ribs celery, thinly sliced
¼ cup pumpkin seeds
2 tbsp extra-virgin olive oil
1 tbsp honey
1 tbsp Dijon mustard
1 tbsp lemon juice
Salt & pepper (not the musical group)
¾ cup grated parmesan cheese
Combine fennel and celery in large bowl. Toast and salt the pumpkin seeds. Add those too. In a small bowl, whisk the oil, mustard, honey and lemon juice and season with the salt and pepper. Toss all that shit together. I grilled some chicken and then sliced that up and added it to the salad, so do this too if you’re a protein fiend or just like the aroma of poultry. Then top with grated parmesan.
BOOM. Done. Eat.
Now, this salad is addicting. The dressing is amazing and it’s got a great crunch because since I didn’t follow the directions, I hacked the fennel into huge chunks. But that’s how I roll.
I keep having a love affair with Metazen. I really do. It’s my favorite online lit mag. The ballsy quirkiness of it keeps me coming back again and again. It’s not pretentious or too serious, it’s just good. And that’s what matters.