The RRKidz app made its debut on Apple’s iTunes in June 2012 and I joined representatives from Holiday House Books, Little Brown and Company, Hachette Book Group, and others for the launch party. Mr. Burton — oh, who am I kidding, he’s LeVar! — LeVar and I exchanged good wishes and he thanked ABRAMS for providing, yep, our beautiful books (and it should come as no surprise that I have a newfound interest in Star Trek: Next Generation 365).
The Baked Boys sayeth thus: “Happy homes are full of cinnamon.”
I’m a believer, and always have been.
My three best friends from childhood, Jennifer, Lisa, and Kim, and I were in 4-H. One summer we chose to master the Baking Arts, and practiced correctly setting tables, the proper measurement procedures of wet and dry ingredients, and the preparation of all manner of muffin and biscuit and cookie. I must have made 50 batches of snickerdoodles that summer, perfecting my techniques in the race for the blue ribbon and the chance to compete at the State Fair.
Oh yes, I won that blue ribbon (photo courtesy of Mom). My secret? More cinnamon.
When I heard the learn’d astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
… the balloon whispered itself fat with the hot air rising inside … It was so beautiful, with the light and the shadows dancing inside … It floated up above the apple trees, over the beginning-to-sleep town, and across the night among the stars.
~Ray Bradbury (d. June 6, 2012)
New Yorkers never look up, that’s what they say, but maybe you were out of town, or curious, or practicing a new yoga move, and noted these reasons to glance skyward:
Powell’s City of Books. It’s a nice idea, first of all, but when you’re there, it’s a nice reality. You can wander and sniff out and have coffee and hunker down and pet a cat or a dog – if only the food trucks delivered…. Anyway, I was recently in Portland, OR (City of Roses), so headed to Powell’s, picked up my map, and contemplated the neighborhoods.