
On the way home from Winnipeg, I pulled over and snapped a few photos of this photogenic little creek.
I think this one might end up being a submission for McNally Robinson’s Manitoba by Manitoba photo book.
Part-time prevaricator
On the way home from Winnipeg, I pulled over and snapped a few photos of this photogenic little creek.
I think this one might end up being a submission for McNally Robinson’s Manitoba by Manitoba photo book.
Brandon University, as part of its Homecoming this year, brought Colonel Chris Hadfield to Town to give a talk.
It was amazing. I came away inspired and hopeful.
My wife and I still have “Major Tom” stuck in our heads.
Also apparently I never quite gave up the boyhood dream of going to space.
So this is a real thing that I can hold in my hands now. I have a real, actual, physical copy of Parallel Prairies.
Maybe soon you will too.
Ten years ago, in August, we had geothermal heating and cooling installed for our house.
Ten years ago, we had our natural gas cut off permanently, because we no longer need it.
Happy 61st birthday to the Space Race.
October 4, 1957: Sputnik 1 becomes Earth’s first artificial satellite.
Now. When do we get back to the Moon?
This is where the long-ass story goes, right? The one you scroll past, muttering Just show me the freakin’ recipe! under your breath.
It was cold outside yesterday. I had lots of CSA (community supported agriculture) veggies in the house.
OK, story’s over. Here’s the recipe, such as it was:
1 large golden beet
2 onions
4 small potatoes
2 carrots
2 bell peppers
1 middlin’ zucchini
1 large patty-pan squash
1/2 carton of leftover vegetable broth from the back of the fridge
1 block of ice frozen in the vegetable broth carton (my fridge gets cold at the very back, apparently)
1/2 carton of leftover beef broth
1 cup of water
So here’s what I did: chopped up all the veggies, into cubes or slices about 1″ thick. Roasted them at 425°F for various times, till they were all nice and softened. The beet took about 45 minutes, all told; the potatoes, onions, and carrots took 30 minutes; the peppers and squash, about 15.
Then I pulsed ’em all in the food processor, till they were smooth but still a bit, well, rustic. I spooned the veggie pâté into a stock pot over medium heat, and stirred in the broths, the chunk of ice, and the water. Heated till it started to boil lightly, stirring every so often.
Served with cheddar-onion fougasse and finished off with a delicious slice of pumpkin pie, both from Chez Angela.
This is the first review I’ve come across for the new made-in-Manitoba anthology Parallel Prairies, and I’m glad to say the reviewer appears to have enjoyed my short story “Vincent and Charlie”.
Another rural close encounter of note in the collection is Brandon-based Patrick Johanneson’s Vincent and Charlie. The story explores the concept of alien telepathy and memory manipulation from inside a mind descending into dementia. Johanneson finds an artful balance between suspense and sentimentality and adds a soupçon of Men in Black for good measure.
Sarah Jo Kirsch, The Uniter
Parallel Prairies launches Oct. 11, 2018, at McNally Robinson Booksellers in Winnipeg, and Oct. 13, 2018, at Brandon University’s John E. Robbins Library.
You can order the book from McNally Robinson, too, if you’d like (there will be copies available at the launches, of course).
Ten years later, this still makes me chuckle.
I went up to Riding Mountain for the Lights Out event.
My friend Tim was camping up there, too, so I went up a bit early and stopped in to see him. We went elk bugling—a birthday tradition of his—but the elks weren’t having any of it. Oh well.
After that I went to the park in Clear Lake, where the lights were well and truly out. It was dark enough that, more than once, I nearly stepped on someone because I couldn’t see them. Perfect conditions!
First I snapped some Milky Way shots. This one’s my favourite:
Then I set up for some star trails. I set my timer for an hour, set my camera to take 15-second exposures, and sat down on a bench to listen to my shutter click.
After seven minutes, the lights came back on. Sodium lights, too, so it washed out everything, making the trees and the beach look orange.
So the header photo is 7 minutes’ worth of Earth’s rotation, instead of the hour I was hoping for. Oh well. It still turned out pretty good, I think.
Prints are available. Contact me for details.
A couple lines from my getting-closer-to-completed first draft of Translations:
General Armitage gave me an amused look. “Oh, but you’re not Daniel Snyder,” he said. He held up a photo of my father: “This is Daniel Snyder.”
—me
Header photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash.