Showing posts with label The Trilogy of Two. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Trilogy of Two. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Throwaway world. . . . . .



Staying home today and doing a little 'housekeeping' here on my MacBook. Have had several issues with the printers we use and a techie came by yesterday, braving the bad roads at the end of the ice storm, and worked on things for a while. We are useless when it comes to computer issues. I'm able to print again on both our b/w Laserjet and the 4-in-1 Photosmart, but for some reason we still cannot get the Scan feature to work which is most frustrating. The HP Photosmart is only about 18 months old and should last longer than that, but he thinks something could be broken and we may want to replace it as repairs would cost almost as much as a new model!

Electronics are apparently now classed as throwaways rather than repairable items - from computer to microwave oven to the lowly toaster. Thoughts of horrific mountains of household detritus covering the landscape, or simmering underground in coming centuries, scares the hell out of me!  That amazing book by Juman Malouf which I wrote about here - The Trilogy of Twois set in a futuristic world which has been buried under trash, really makes one stop and ponder the horror we are producing in this now throwaway society.

So, this morning I took a lovely photo featuring old stuff. Roses made from old paper mixed with real roses I have dried. Vintage silver vessel. . . . . .I love it unpolished, taking on this dark mysterious shade of charcoal. Tiny French vintage glasses. China, always loved when crazed, chipped, stained, no matter - still pretty stacked or standing, usable, lovely to look at. To think all this could be in the landfill breaks my heart.



Thursday, January 14, 2016

Good Books and My Love of Penguins. . . . . . . .


If I was ever able to take another journey to AntarcticaI would go in a heartbeat. 
Main reason you may ask. Definitely to spend more time among penguins.

Penguins, those adorable flightless birds who waddle around on land, and
 swim like fish in the Southern Ocean, always seem to be popping back into my life.
The recent beautiful gift of a carved penguin named Fiona from Jannett at her shop
 Barouke HERE, is bringing me such happiness daily. 

Then, coming across my little wooden box with the penguin on top - purchased in
Ushuaia, Argentina, the southern most city in the world as a souvenir before we sailed
 out on the most exciting adventure ever. I just now have realized it's perfect for
 some of my rings and it's on my dresser where I can enjoy it and the memories
 of another place, another time.

Yesterday, over coffee with Mr. Johnny as he took a break from making
 our walk-in shower tile and grout look like new, I showed him some penguin 
photos I took on that expedition, and he loved them - even asked if I would share
 one with him which I was happy to do. Mr. Johnny is a true artist, painting
 colorful canvasses, writing songs, playing guitar in his other life away from tiles
 grout and caulking.
When a real artist, such as he, reassures you that you too are creative and
 have a good 'eye' for composition, that's always a generous compliment. 

Then there's the book which arrived at Christmas! 
The Penguin Lessons - What I Learned From a Remarkable Bird -
by Tom Michell
Such a huge story packed into a fabulous little book. 
Heartwarming, witty, funny, and oh so sad at the end. . . . . . 
well actually not come to think of it!
The last couple of chapters were difficult and brought tears.
Then, turning a page, the Epilogue appeared (no spoilers here 
in case you are thinking of reading the book), and it was so brilliant 
I was able to put the tissues away and start smiling. 
I do love a happy ending, don't you?

Two other 'Christmas books' were waiting in the wings. 
Which one first - a hard decision because I'm anxious to devour both. 
It was a toss up. I decided to start with Juman Malouf's
The Trilogy of Two
This book is categorized under young adult literature and is Ms. Malouf's 
first novel. After reading a short article about her and this book, I was 
drawn to it by the fact it's a story of twins, and that she did all the
 phenomenal and quite addictive b/w illustrations of some very 
unusual characters in her story.
I've read a couple of chapters and I'm finding it enchanting. 
I feel it would not be appropriate for very young children, more for 
age ten and up. I feel quite at home reading her excellent prose, then 
anxious to turn the page to see the next eccentric character brought to
 life via Ms. Malouf's marvelous dexterity with pencils. 


Do you have a stack of great books awaiting?
With cold weather coming what do we require to make an afternoon
cozy - perhaps a fire in the hearth, a comfy chair, a warming drink
in a favorite mug. . . . . . . . and an interesting and beautiful book.