Turkey Trot

Kelly and I signed up for the Turkey Trot back when I didn’t have to wear a coat when leaving the house.  Now I’m wearing a layer of long johns, pants, shirt and a jacket.  It must be Thanksgiving.
 
Some Pilgrims showed up to run.
 
This turkey looks like it’s already been slaughtered.
 
There were a lot of fun hats.
 
And headbands.
 
Pre-race photo.
 
There was an entire group of Thanksgiving dinner items. I first spotted “Sweet Potato” a kid wearing (what else?) an orange shirt.  The later saw Stuffing and Turkey.
 
The Turkey Trot ends in the Zoo and we stopped to look at the Leopards on our way out.  This one is investigating his Thanksgiving surprise.
 
I didn’t realize my camera was on the Fish-Eye setting.
 
Looks like my cat.  But much, much bigger.
 
Kelly’s wingspan is not as great as a California Condor.
 
But she’s giving the Bald Eagle a run for its money.
 

Baghdad Refurbished.


Before seeing a free showing of My Own Private Idaho, I heard the end of the lecture on the history of the Baghdad Theater.  I arrived for the lecture during the period when the Baghdad was going through a transformation to a “multiplex” which meant walling off the balcony for a separate theater and shoehorning a third theater, called the Back Door Theater, behind the main theater space.  All McMenamin’s movie screens show slide shows before their movies begin, and interspersed with the slides for the many McMenamin’s products are historic pictures.  I have been seeing the picture of the Back Door Theater for years and wondered about it.  Now I know.

This picture was a poster for a premiere that happened at the Baghdad:  They Live.  Among other things, this  forgettable movie had the involvement of the man who invented the propeller beanie.  Thus the explanation of the strange juxtaposition of these two pictures.

The history of the theater was quite interesting and I was sorry I didn’t prioritize listening to the entire lecture.

Awesome Thank You cards.

Some time ago, I did a favor for a friend and she grew concerned that we were not “even.”  This would be the same friend that made me the fabulous birthday card last year.
“Oh, I’m sure you will eventually do something for me to even things up,” I said, not at all concerned.  But within a week I had a nice stack of Thank You cards she made for me and which I have been sending to people since.  They always assume I made the cards, but card-making is not really a skill I put in play often.  When asked, I set them straight. 
And then I ran out of the cards.  So I mentioned to her that I would have to put myself in her debt again so I could get more cards.  And within a week I had a stack of Thank You cards that blew away the previous ones.  I love them so much!
She bought a bunch of doll clothes patterns and realized she would never actually sew any doll clothing.  So here they are repurposed for me.

 

  
This one is my favorite as I hate the word “panties” but love that doll panties have made their way to a thank you card.
 

New Camera!!!!!

With the sadness of the death of the old camera, comes the happiness of the new.  This one is another Canon.  It’s a PowerShot SX170IS.  I’m not in love like I was with my previous camera.  But I think we will like each other very much.

Let’s play!  Here is Antares, looking grumpy that I have taken his picture.
 

And again.
 
And here is how far away from Antares I was standing when I took those two pictures.  Excellent zoom!
 
Sentinel!  With flash.
 
Let’s test the fish-eye feature.
Normal.
 
Moderate.
 
Extreme.
 
Extreme fish-eye and Antares.
 
Back to normal.
 
Here’s a new feature I didn’t have before.  Timer, than three shots.  Here are three of Antares.
 
 
 
And three of Sentinel (with flash).
 
 
 
Three more of Sentinel (without flash).
 
 
 
Here is an early morning shot of Paul Bunyan peeking through the trees.

As soon as I read that owners manual (which I have to download as a PDF, it didn’t come with the camera) we will discover all sorts of interesting things, I’m sure.

Welcome Canon PowerShot SX170IS!

Somewhat blurry images from Wordstock

Wordstock is Portland’s Festival of Words and I managed to attend this year’s event.  I always forget to put it on my calendar and then have too much going, but this year I made it there.

Walking around the exhibit hall, I saw the great scarves with words from famous literature on them.
 

I heard Whitney Otto discuss her new book.
 
Here she is.  Here novel is fictionalized portrayal of different women photographers in the 20th century.
 
This panel was called “A Songwriter, a Novelist, and Some Poets Walk Into a Bar.”  Great title, lousy panel.  It started off badly when one of the poets disregarded the question asked, said, “I express myself best through what I write.” She the proceeded to read an endless poem.  It must have been four single-spaced pages at least.  It went downhill from there.
From my notes:  the poet is pretty much confirming the general belief that poetry is inaccessible.  She is reading what she wrote and I’m not sure when she started writing this, but it is very long.  And it is not accessible.  We, in the audience, are lucky as we can process this out of view, but her four panelists are stuck in full view of us and are tasked with keeping a straight face.
Whew.  Over.
 

Karen Karbo and Kim Dower told us about Publicity and Publishing Secrets No Author Can Afford to Live Without (and Some Gossip, too!)  They were hilarious.  I was already a Karen Karbo fan, and I liked Kim Dower so much I bought a book of her poetry.

From my notes:

  • Every author needs a one-line description of their book.  Then figure out who is interested in it.  Then go and find those people.
  • When you start a book, put aside a little money every month to promote it.  Then you can pay someone to do the promoting things you are uncomfortable doing.  Plus, you will have a partner in crime and that will make you feel better.
  • Cooperate.  Be fun to work with.  (This is a Karen Karbo adage I learned years ago)
  • Keep a folder of anything in the news that is relevant to your book. When the book is published, these are your connections for promotion.
  • You must have a website.  On it should be:  who you are, what are your credentials (esp. for nonfiction), the cover of your book (if it exists), reviews, anything anyone has said about the book, a way to contact you or your representative, two minutes of you talking about your book–so media people can see you are articulate.

 

At the “Captivated by Contemporary” I noticed a local author. Laini Taylor.  I’m usually horrible at noticing famous people in my midst, but the hair helps.  That’s her in the pink.
 
“Captivated by Contemporary” was a great panel full of four YA authors, only one of which I have read, though I quickly remedied that situation.  Stephanie Perkins (Anna and the French Kiss) moderated and I was introduced to Corey Ann Haydu, Miranda Kenneally and Gayle Forman.  Remember Gayle Forman’s name.  She will come up again soon.  Stephanie Perkins was the best moderator of the panels I saw.  Her questions were insightful and fun.  She was also wearing a fabulous dress and incredibly cute shoes.

Here’s what she did to run such a fabulous panel.  She had four clear topics:  Parents, Friendships, Love Story vs. Romance, Sex.  (“I feel like we’re on a date” Gayle Forman quipped)  Those broad categories gave her panelists a lot of room to talk, so good things were said.  Then she opened it up for questions.
 

The crew waiting for the “Literature Online:  Publishing New Fiction on the Web” panel.  “All white dudes.” remarked the white dude on the right.
 
This woman was captivated by the words on the face.
 

The white dudes in action.
From my notes:

  • The thing about online is that you can take tiny steps toward your writing goal.
  • One guy used a Google Ad to name his character.  He had 10 possible names and a tag line. He then bought 2 hours of Google Ads for each name.  After the two hours were up, he was sent a handy graph of which name had the most clicks. I found this to be kind of genius, but he seemed a bit embarrassed by the whole thing.
  • During the question section a nuts-and-bolts-type person said, “But where is the literature published online?”  And then we got a list.  Here’s what I wrote down:  Jute, Hobart, Atticus Review, Slope, Front Porch Journal, American Short Fiction, New Pages.com, Review Review, Duotrope Digest.  There was also the suggestion to get the collections of modern fiction that are published each year and see where those works were originally published.


I then attended a hideous writing workshop which I paid for, but no need to go into that. Overall, it was a good day.

Catio Tour. Last stop.

There were more stops on the east side of town, but time was running out so Fantastically Fenced was our final stop.

I liked this one because it looked like a normal yard.  The overhang keeps the cats from jumping over the fence, but otherwise looks fairly normal.
 

The fencing is also powder-coated.  Which probably explains why the estimated cost was around $3,000.
 
Backyard view.
 
Gate from the driveway.
 
Sunny perches.
 
Side yard view.
 
On our way out.
 

Catio tour. Stop the fourth.

A Yard with a View.  But before we get to the yard, I liked this little window box.
 
The couple used mesh fencing to keep the cats in and the predators out.
 
 
 
Here is the way the cats get to the second level deck.
 
 
It was built the same time the Portland Tram was built.
 
The cats have a very nice view.
 
Closeup of the mesh fence.
 

Third Catio.

This is the Five Ferals’ Fort and is built in a house-turned-shop in Multnomah Village.
 
Detail of wire.
 
The cats can pass from the shady part on the back half of the house to the sunny side yard using this tunnel.
 
The sunny side.  There was an umbrella (you can see the yellow in the top of this picture) to keep off the sun for the duration of the tour.
 
Here is the cats’ entry to the basement of the house.
 
And a long view of the sunny area.