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Potpourri on Thursday

January 19, 2017 at 11:10 am by Claudia

• I’m posting a bit late this morning. I got up and realized I needed some half & half for my second cup of coffee. I’m incapable of doing anything until I finish my first cup. After that, I pulled on my jeans and a sweater and ran over to a nearby shop to buy some. Came back, made the second cup, signed onto the laptop…and my husband called. And now it’s 10:27.

A bit of a potpourri for you today:

• Staging the curtain call yesterday. The show is frozen now. I went to the performance last night, but I didn’t take any notes. It’s time to let the actors do their thing and trust that those notes will be incorporated at some point. Actually, this is a great cast and they appreciate notes and take them seriously. Opening night is tomorrow night. And then homeward I go on Saturday.

• When I arrive back home, Don will most likely not be there as he is doing everything in his power to  make it to the Women’s March in Washington D.C. on Saturday. Bravo, Don! He was torn about the whole thing, thinking he should be here for my opening night, but I encouraged him to go to D.C. Much more important. I’m frustrated and have been frustrated that I can’t be there, so he will represent the two of us. Fingers crossed that it all works out.

• Tonight at 5:30, I am taking part in what is called the Ghostlight Project. The ghostlight in a theater is the single bulb on a metal stand that is left to illuminate the stage at night. The Theater Community across the country is taking part in this national day of light, with a pledge to uphold the values we hold dear: inclusion, participation and compassion for everyone in the community. We will each bring a light as we reaffirm the importance of these values.

• As we face the inauguration tomorrow, I want to direct you to this post by John Pavlovitz. I don’t know whether you’re familiar with his blog, but it has fast become a favorite of mine and of my sister, as well. John is a minister with an activist’s heart. Today’s post: Let the Record Show, says everything I believe. Please give it a read.

As I lie awake at night thinking about what is to come, filled with fear and foreboding, I often go back to one thing: That man who shall be nameless mocking a disabled reporter. No matter how he tries to spin it these days, we saw it. Over and over and over again.

A vote for this man said that was acceptable behavior. No other way to spin that, either. Those who voted for him either thought that making fun of someone with a disability was okay, or by compartmentalizing that behavior, turned a blind eye to it. Equally reprehensible.

My nephew is disabled. By voting for him, they’ve given a ‘free and clear’ to making fun of my nephew – or anyone with a disability. You don’t want to mess with me when it comes to my nephew. Trust me.

Years ago, actually, not very long ago, this alone would driven him out of the race.

What have we come to?

I don’t have to ‘come together’ with anyone who, by voting for that sorry excuse for a human being, said that mocking a disabled person was worthy behavior for a candidate for the highest office in the land. Frankly, I don’t have to come together with anyone who thinks that’s acceptable in any  fellow human being. And the argument that he ‘didn’t really mean it?’ Yes, he did. He means everything he says as we will discover all too soon.

As to the voters who condoned that, who, by their silence, tacitly agreed? They’ll have to make their peace with it.

I could write a month’s worth of blog posts about what I find abhorrent and unacceptable about that man. You already know how I feel. I’ve made it abundantly clear.

But, as Don and I often say, that one thing – the mocking – was enough for us to wash our hands of him. It’s the behavior of an insecure, narcissistic bully, which I strongly suspect he has been all of his life. I have always fought for those who were bullied, even when I was a kid.

I’m not about to stop now.

Happy Thursday.

 

Filed Under: Don, Donald Trump, life, On The Road, theater 61 Comments

Cameras, White Noise, Packing

January 18, 2017 at 10:05 am by Claudia

I took this shot as I stood at a corner in Hartford, waiting for the light to change. Timing is everything, isn’t it? It was a perfect time of the day to catch the reflections of the buildings across the street in this glass of this more modern building.

My day off was restful. I ran a few errands, hung around the apartment, and rested up for the week ahead. One purchase was a white noise machine by Marpac called the Dohme. A couple of years back, I looked into them, thinking one might be nice for Don when he was on the road. I never did anything about it, mostly because he thought he didn’t need one. But, since my neighbor makes some noise occasionally and I tend to be a light sleeper anyway, I researched ‘white noise machines’ and rediscovered this brand, which, happily, is carried at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

 

Courtesy of bedbathandbeyond(dot)com

I love it. I slept so well last night! I know, of course, that there are many factors that can contribute to a sleepless night. However, this little – and it’s fairly compact – machine will surely help when I’m on the road. It’s a good investment.

What else is new? I’m contemplating packing all of this up in about 3 days and heading back home, trying to use up all the perishable food in the refrigerator, and looking at cameras online.

Don has found a new passion for photography. It’s all been done on his iPhone so far. He has a fantastic eye and he really gets some beautiful and, at times, provocative pictures. (I think he would have been a great photojournalist.) When I was home last, he casually asked me about DSLRs and whether I ever thought about upgrading. To which I responded, “Why? Do you want to inherit mine?” He loves taking photos on the iPhone but wants to explore a DSLR, because though photo quality on phones is pretty good these days, it’s not the same as the quality on a DSLR.

I had no plans to upgrade and I might not. We’re thinking about our options and I have a feeling we’ll be taking a little trip to NYC and B&H Photo to do some research.

But it got me thinking, that’s for sure. Which led me to play around with shooting in ‘Raw’ which is a setting used by a lot of photographers, like my friend Dawn and my friend Elizabeth. Raw is a format that captures all the image data when taking a picture. None of it is compressed, as routinely happens in a JPEG format. It requires more editing, but produces higher quality images.

I have that setting on my camera, so I played around a bit with it on Monday.

I have limited opportunities to experiment in this apartment, so this is what I came up with. I have much, much to learn! Fortunately, Don’s interest has sparked some renewed interest on my part, which is a good thing. I need to expand my everyday knowledge and skill set.

The show is going very well and we’re getting near the point where Darko freezes it and doesn’t do any more tweaking. We’ll probably be there by tomorrow. It’s a truly funny and joyful production.

Happy Wednesday.

Filed Under: camera, On The Road, photography 30 Comments

Book Review: Her Every Fear by Peter Swanson

January 17, 2017 at 8:55 am by Claudia

Today I am reviewing Her Every Fear by Peter Swanson for TLC Book Tours. As always, I am provided with a copy of the book in return for my honest review.

About the book (from the publisher): Growing up, Kate Priddy was always a bit neurotic, experiencing momentary bouts of anxiety that exploded into full blown panic attacks after an ex-boyfriend nearly ended her life. When Corbin Bell, a distant cousin from Boston, suggests the two temporarily swap apartments, Kate, an art student in London, agrees, hoping that time away in a new place will help her overcome the recent wreckage of her life.

But soon after her arrival at Corbin’s grand apartment on Beacon Hill, Kate makes a shocking discovery: his next-door neighbor, a young woman named Audrey Marshall, has been murdered. When the police question her about Corbin, a shaken Kate has few answers, and many questions of her own – curiosity that intensifies when she meets Alan Cherney, a handsome, quiet tenant who lives across the courtyard in the apartment facing Audrey’s. Alan saw Corbin surreptitiously come and go from Audrey’s place, yet he’s denied knowing her. Then Kate runs into a tearful man claiming to be the dead woman’s boyfriend, who insists Corbin did the deed the night before he left for London.

When she reaches out to her cousin, he proclaims his innocence and calms her nerves…until she comes across disturbing objects hidden in his apartment – and suddenly learns that Corbin is not where he says he is. Could Corbin be a killer? And what about Alan? Jet lagged and emotionally unstable, Kate can barely trust herself.

Yet the danger Kate imagines isn’t nearly as twisted and deadly as what’s about to happen; when her every fear becomes real.

My review: (Side note: Sometimes the publisher’s blurb simply gives too much information and I struggle with that when I type the words on the page. I edited it a bit, but it is what it is.)

The premise for this novel/thriller is an interesting one: an apartment and country swap, a young woman recovering from an assault that nearly killed her, a mysterious cousin who she has never met, and big old apartment building on Beacon Hill in Boston.

I lived in Boston for years and I must admit I loved reading the descriptions of the hilly, winding and narrow streets of Beacon Hill. Swanson clearly knows the area well and it shows in his detailed rendering of that landscape.

But, I had a problem with this novel. It suffers, in my humble opinion, from what I have referred to on these pages in the past as the “Gone Girl” syndrome. Yes, I know that novel was wildly popular and I’ve stopped counting the number of books I see in the bookstore that have a “In the tradition of Gone Girl” blurb on the cover. The problem for me is that I didn’t like Gone Girl  because it suffered  from an emotional disconnect with the characters, especially the protagonist, that kept me from ever accepting the plot and, instead, made me angry at the obvious manipulation behind the writing.

This novel has some interesting characters and, indeed, as I have mentioned, an interesting premise. But I never felt the slightest emotional connection to the protagonist, Kate. In this case, it wasn’t because she was cold or amoral, not at all. She is the innocent in the novel, trying to find out the truth. Nevertheless, there was something missing. Something that kept me from caring about her. And I felt that about the other characters as well.

I know how difficult it is to write a plot that is chilling and has a lot of twists and turns, with interesting and compelling characters to boot. I don’t have to like every character and I’m all for flawed characters. But there has to be something that draws me in, that makes me care about the main character, and I didn’t find it here.

All of that being said, there are moments in the book that are quite frightening and there are surprises along the way. The climax is compelling. Just because it’s not my cup of tea, doesn’t mean it won’t be yours.

If you like the work of Gillian Flynn, the author of Gone Girl, or Paula Hawkins/The Girl on the Train, this might be the kind of read that you’ll really love.

About the author: Peter Swanson is the author of The Girl With a Clock for a Heart. He has degrees from Trinity College, the University of Massachusetts at Amherst, and Emerson College. He lives with his wife in Somerville, Massachusetts, where he is at work on his next novel.

There is a giveaway connected with this review. You can win your very own copy of Her Every Fear. Leave a comment on this post, and I’ll draw the name of the winner on Wednesday evening.

Happy Tuesday.

 

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