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wear boots.
walk in sand.
stomp your feet to get the sand off.
the pattern the sand makes around your footprint.

Subtle, no?

and from the back, originally uploaded by your neighborhood librarian.

Every time we say goodbye I dye a little

so thrilled with his red hair!, originally uploaded by your neighborhood librarian.

This is possibly as happy as this child has ever been. I used Manic Panic Red Passion on him and Beyond the Zone in Huckleberry on Mr Four. Even their dad got the gray covered up with blue. Then we went to the mall and got portraits done - hell, I even found a dress! See our adventures on Flickr.

Good goth

Don't get your hopes up, it's just a book review.

I don't like giving bad reviews. The authors always show up and make me feel ashamed of myself. For this reason, I have abstained from reviewing The Flown Sky by Matthew Olshan, the Spiderwick Chronicles by Tony DiTerlizzi and Holly Black, and Drita, My Homegirl by Jenny Lombard.

So, while I don't have too many nice things to say about the Edgar & Ellen series by Charles Ogden, I am going to mitigate my negativity by mentioning a few similar series of books that I liked quite a bit: Franny K. Stein, Mad Scientist by Jim Benton, Pure Dead Magic by Debi Gliori, and Secrets of Dripping Fang by Dan Greenburg (reviewed earlier).

These are your inverted-viewpoint books, the books in which the good-looking, friendly characters are simps and the pale mean creepy kids are the protagonists. Think Roald Dahl, kinda.

Frantastic Voyage: Franny K Stein, Mad Scientist book 5, by Jim Benton. Ages 6-10.
Aww, a kid's first evil genius series... can there be anything so cute? Franny, and her yen for world domination, has something of a Nickelodeon look and feel. She (and her not-so-bright sidekick dog, Igor) put me in mind of Pinky and the Brain, and you know that's not a bad thing. Thumbs up.

Secrets of Dripping Fang by Dan Greenburg. Ages 7-10.
Mystery, adventure, family values, monsters. Already approved this vivid and fun series.

Pure Dead Magic, by Debi Gliori. Ages 7 to 11.
In the Pure Dead Magic books, we have Titus and Pandora and their baby sister Damp (good name for a baby). They live an ordinary life with their mother the witch, their grandmother the frozen corpse, pet rats, etc. Then they solve a mystery. It's funny, the details are imaginative, the kids snipe at each other good-naturedly. Thumbs up.

Rare Beasts by Charles Ogden. Ages 7 to 11.
Edgar & Ellen? God, man, you don't realize what a job it must be writing perverse-and-eccentric for kids until you see one that just misses the mark. Edgar and Ellen are twins who live alone in a big creepy house. In the first book of the series, Rare Beasts, they grow tired of threatening each other's life for fun and hatch a money-making scheme involving exotic animals. They steal all the pets in the town, disguise them with fake horns and glitter, and try to sell them, with no success. It's just a horrible book. The kids are not glamorously goth, nor are they smart or even particularly inventive, the details do not sing (although the children do, dreary little threatening songs), and in fact, you are meant to be rooting against them. That's hard to write, and in this case, I'd say it's not worth the effort.

In other news, I have to buy a dress, as the sundress I was going to wear to my brother's wedding will not work in the 60-degree weather that the Strait of Juan de Fuca is currently experiencing.

Juan de Fuca. Heh heh.

Fried-ku

It's just coincidence that I composed (almost wrote composted - my mind must be rotting usefully) a haiku today. I am not participating in Poetry Friday. I am against poetry. Except Bukowski parodies.

for Jaime, who runs:

Agh pain sweat cars yech
Running in New York City
Plus stepping in gum

in anticipation of our trip to the PNW:

Packing for four
Ass-hot here, it's sixty there
I can't find our pants

for Bob:

At the Zappa show:
Why don't I remember this?
'Cause I spent college drunk?

In our sleep

MUTINUS ELEGANS or stinkhorn mushrooms, originally uploaded by your neighborhood librarian.

You know that part in Dangerous Liaisons when John Malkovich, tricked into breaking up with Michelle Pfeiffer by the devious and jealous Glenn Close, keeps murmuring "It's beyond my control" and Michelle Pfeiffer keeps screaming at him to stop saying that?

Every time I step close to my back vegetable garden I am put in mind of that scene. That overgrown, mutinous thing: whenever I go near it I am bit, stung, scraped, entangled, or, as today, irrevocably grossed out.

I was examining the latest pumpkin (and may I say thank you pumpkins for turning beautifully Halloweeny orange - in AUGUST! you dumbass vegetables will have long returned to compost by the time we'd want to put you on the porch! stupid... pumpkins...), and when I pulled back some weeds - EW! The weirdest mushrooms I have ever seen!

Took a picture, came back inside, googled "dog penis mushroom". Ok: I know better ways to identify living things; I am one of about 230 people who own a copy of G.W. Hudler's classic Magical Mushrooms and Mischievous Molds, for pete's sake. I understand character keys and taxonomy, and I know where to find the online species databases.

But when you want to identify a mushroom that looks like a dog's dick, man there's nothing faster than the straightforward approach.

Stinkhorn. Mutinus elegans. Devil's dipstick.

The kids are into the folk-and-fairy creatures right now. In the car we're listening to The Spiderwick Chronicles (read by Mark Hamill, an interesting choice), and at home they are poring over compendiums of wee folk and dragons. In part, those books are about looking for and interpreting signs of the "magical creatures" around us.

Nibbled leaves, flattened grass, and unusual flowers are all supposed to be evidence of various sprites, fairies, etc.

Yeah. I'd like to see the wings on the fairy who left these in my garden.

(and for Christina, here's how to cultivate them)

How to train your dragon by Cressida Cowell - review

How to train your dragon by Cressida Cowell. Age 5 to 10.

What do you want me to say? If the kid in question likes stories about monsters that aren't very scary... if the kid likes the funny... if the kid likes the mythical creatures... yeah man, you can recommend this series of books (The Heroic Misadventures of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III) to a lot of kids. Hell, there's a movie contract already, so you know it's got broad appeal. (Either that, or an eleven-year-old orphan, which actually this one does not - Hiccup's father, Stoic the Vast, is alive and well and very loud.)

In fact, we listened to this one on audio. Gerard Doyle was the narrator, and my god - the guy really put his back into it! He even sang! He was so entertaining that while we noticed the occasional overuse of phrases and words, it just didn't bother us. Based on this reading, Gerard Doyle has made my short list of all-time favorite readers (others are Tim Curry, Jim Dale, Chiwitel Ejiofor, Campbell Scott, and Stephen Fry). Thumbs up.

No, I do have one more thing to say: Hiccup is brave and smart and a loyal friend. This is a funny book with a big heart. Extra thumbs.

This is mod

Two words. Miroslav Sasek.

I had a lady today looking for this series of really great children's books from the 1960's? each one was about a different city? and the illustrations were really neat?

Well, first of all, I earned my librarian wings today by discovering the author's name and locating copies of the books at the city library. Based on that description.

And second of all, how come I've never seen these books? Not only are they exactly my taste, but they are exactly the kind of thing my parents were into in the '60's. They are the coolest composed salad at the barbecue.

Miroslav Sasek. This is London. This is Paris. This is New York. This is Israel. This is one old Czech who really got around! Some of them were made into films and are available on the website. Rizzoli's Universe imprint has reprinted many of the books in facsimile editions. They're pretty reasonable on Amazon. But I'm going on the bookfinder to find copies of the originals.

Red lights, green lights, strawberry wine

Europa, arguably Jupiter's most elegant moon.

Science on a Sphere is a gimmicky name for one of the most jaw-dropping science visualization techniques I have seen in my life.

I'll let NOAA, the agency that developed Science on a Sphere, explain what it is:

Science On a Sphere (SOS)® is a room sized, global display system that uses computers and video projectors to display planetary data onto a six foot diameter sphere, analogous to a giant animated globe.

Yes, baby. You sit in the dark and the projectors beam synchronized images of a planet, or the sun, or a moon, onto this sphere, and then set it in motion. You can see pictures and movies online here, but let me explain: the sphere is the point. If you have a chance, go see one. We saw the one at the NASA Goddard Space Flight Center, but they are installed at science centers all over the country.


When they showed the earth, suspended in the darkness as it is in space, glowing blue and green and white, tears came to my eyes. Compared to all the other hunks of rocks in our solar system, it looked to me as complex and lush and vulnerable as a sea urchin's egg.

Nothing a cold beer wouldn't cure

us as groenings, originally uploaded by your neighborhood librarian.

God, hasn't everyone done this by now?

The kids have gotten a massive kick out of it, they've designed avatars for the whole family as you see... so I figured I'd just cut and paste us into one image file.

Holy shit do I suck at Photoshop (or Gimp, the Ubuntu version)! I used to be a real whiz at it... back in the early 90's, before Layers was invented. Now this is the best I can do.