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A Pinterest Project That Actually Works
If you are a female my age, chances are you’re in the thrall of Pinterest. You collect recipes you’ll never make, you bookmark dresses you will never own, and you plan a dozen different weddings for yourself that all utilize mason jars in some way. And let’s be honest– who even has that many mason jars just hanging around? And still, we collect these projects and we share our pictures and links like their were butterflies pinned under glass. We pin the lives we wish we could have. While politics and singe/married and religious beliefs divide us on facebook, Pinterest is the great equalizer.
It’s not all golden in the utopian state of Pinterest. Some people just pin really stupid things. And some projects loos wonderful on paper, but fail in execution. Pintester writes a glorious and hilarious blog to test some of the ideas that seem too good to be true– and often are.
But sometimes, the average girl can have a Pinterest life. I discovered one such project recently and delight in its real world perfection: Sharpie Mugs.
You just write on the mug in Sharpie and bake on 350 degrees for 30 minutes to make it set. That’s it. No catch, no glitter, no Modge Podge, no mason jars. Brilliant and useful gift for anyone or addictive craft to furnish your own home. I tried it with great success this weekend.
Quotes used:
“I do not want people to be very agreeable as it saves me the trouble of liking them.” -Jane Austen (for me)
“I’ve never been a millionaire but I just know I’d be darling at it.” -Dorothy Parker (for my friend)
After all, nothing says “morning coffee” like whip smart bitterisms from classic female authors.
For those seeking to create their own Sharpie mugs, I took the liberty of testing a few different Sharpie inks to see which ones hold up best in the oven. Many of them fade or distort in some way, but black stays brilliant. Other colors that stay true: red, orange, blue, purple, fuchsia, turquoise, brown and indigo. The others distort in some way, with yellow being the worst offender.
So, go forth and pinterest all of your plain ceramics!
EDIT TO ADD: You must use oil-based Sharpies for this to work. I just found out the hard way.
Daddy/Daughter Book Club: A Wrinkle In Time
Earlier this summer, Dad said he wanted to read a book from each of my bookshelves as a kind of tour through my literary interests. We started with the “Road Trip” shelf, and I chose the classic Newbery Award winner A Wrinkle in Time by Madeline L’Engle.

from the publisher’s website
“It was a dark and stormy night.”
Yeah, Madeline L’Engle has the balls to start her book that way.
Meg Murry doesn’t quite fit in, and her younger brother Charles Wallace is a child prodigy who doesn’t talk to most people. Between the two of them, they don’t get out much. They live with their brilliant scientist mother and their popular twin brothers, but their father has mysteriously vanished while doing his job. Charles Wallace might be more social than Meg realizes, though, because he’s made friends with some dotty ladies that live in the woods. One day, they whisk Meg, CW, and Calvin (a guy from school) through a wormhole with the intent of stopping a dark force from taking over the universe. Meg must show her intelligence and courage as she battles the treacherous IT and tries to keep her baby brother from succumbing to his darker nature.
Chances are you read this in middle school. I know I did, and I drew a picture of the Happy Medium for reasons I cannot entirely remember. It’s a favorite of librarians and regarded as one of the best books for children ever written.
Here’s what Dad has to say: (Spoiler warning here- Dad comments on the ending)
I finished A Wrinkle in Time today. Here are my thoughts. Basically a good story. The first half was slow but the second half of the book picked up in the action department. I think the place called Camazotz was a take off on “Camelot”, where everything was supposedly peaceful and wonderful. I also thought the ending was a little weak in how easy it was for Meg to overcome IT with just a little love. IT appeared to be much more formidable than that. As a side note, I think you can write as well as Ms Madeline and it would be fun to see you take on a magical story topic to challenge your imagination.
So there you have it– Dad’s not convinced that Love Conquering All is a compelling ending, and he thinks I’m good enough to take on Madeline L’Engle. While I’m obviously flattered my father thinks so highly of my writing skills, I wonder if love might be clouding his judgement. Just a little bit.
I spoke with him on the phone tonight about the book and he basically reiterated the same points, and his opinion seems to come down to the ending. He thought it was pretty weak sauce that Meg just had to say “I Love You” and everything was cool. I argued that the point is that love is the most powerful force in the universe. Dad said if love was enough, it doesn’t explain why their father was trapped for so long because it’s not like he didn’t love his family. Dad makes a fair point. He also said he didn’t get the acclaim and he thought Harry Potter was miles better. I could almost hear my mother in the background wincing.
Next time: Dad will have to Think Greek on my mythology shelf. We’ll see how he does with Percy Jackson in The Lightning Thief.
This post will be cross-posted on my book blog, The Bibliotherapist.
Independence Day
It’s the Fourth of July. This means I’m watching the Greatest Movie of All Time.
Excellent News: AMC is playing it back to back later tonight, so you can join in on the fun. I’ll assume you already know the finer points of this cinematic masterpiece, so this post is just going to focus on the good stuff. Here are some Awesome Things About Independence Day. Please enjoy these high quality images captured by my digital camera.
There are some great people in this movie. Obviously, every moment with Will Smith is golden, and Bill Pullman is a fantastic gravelly voiced President, but there are plenty of other familiar faces.
For example, Kevin Arnold’s dad. This explains why he was always grumpy after work.
Also, Casey from Chuck/Jayne from Firefly had some early work here as a military man. I’ll assume that he later rebelled against this tightly laced position.
This is where Blair Waldorf’s mom learned to be a stone cold fox. Look at her being the CJ Cregg of this Oval Office.
Have you wondered about the kids from Mrs Doubtfire? Wonder no more!
And look! It’s Andrew Keegan, former fiance to Leann Rimes and go-to actor for movies featuring a teen Lothario.
This little girl grew up to be the rebellious daughter of Lorelei Gilmore on Parenthood. The boy was a little rascal, but otherwise vanished. The dog is probably no longer with us. Pour one out for Boomer.
And then there’s dumb ole’ Tiffany, who you know that you know from some where, but you can’t quite place where. Pretty sure I saw her on Bunheads last week.
Let’s talk about some of the rad product placement. Poor Fruitopia. It went the same way as the alien invaders.
You know who made it through, though? Apple. Actually, I read on IMDB that Mac made some commercials featuring this very laptop with the tagline, “The power to save the world.” I’ve embedded it below.
Even though I love this movie the way one might love a dumb but lovable large dog, I have some questions.
Like, how is it possible we missed an alien spacecraft large enough to house an entire civilization until it was as close as our moon? Didn’t we sense that thing coming just a minute or two sooner?
And how come the aliens welcomed back that ship that crashed in the 50s like it was no big deal and didn’t notice something was up until Will Smith and Jeff Goldblum were parked there for a while? They keep talking about how this alien society is so much more technologically advanced, so why do we just assume that their spaceships didn’t change at all in 50 years and they wouldn’t notice an outdated model cruising in for a landing? They just saw this 50 year old ship and were like, “Oh, cool, you still fit our docking stations with no problem and we’re not in the least concerned about where you’ve been for the last half century, just good to have you back, man”?
Speaking of this old school ship, how is it possible that anything that hits the protective barriers explodes on impact, but you can walk right up to it and knock on the hull? Seems like we could have just sent some paratroopers in to bust up these ships.
I’m no expert on computer hacking, but is anyone else slightly skeptical that Jeff Goldblum could not only write a computer virus that would disarm a foreign made spacecraft protection system, but also figure out how to navigate an alien computer system in just a few hours time? I know Macs are fantastic computers, but I’m not sure they are that good.
And why do the aliens seem to have seaweed growing on them? I understand they are supposed to look icky and slimy, but what’s the deal with the plant life?
Another big question: how did the natives manage to knock down this spaceship without the use of fighter jets? I mean, the Americans figured out that you have to send a missile up into the Bright Light of Death to finish off the whole ship, but we’re generally led to believe that primitive societies don’t have that kind of fire power. Did they just throw their spears really hard in the air? And how did they get the Morse code message in the first place?
And, really, Will Smith, you got your girlfriend a dolphin engagement ring? Nobody likes dolphins that much.
A final question: why did you have to die, Harry Connick Jr? You were a total delight in this movie. Someone should write a movie for you and Will Smith to reunite so you can star as a quippy odd couple.
But I guess we don’t really watch this movie for the careful logic or the attention to detail. We watch for the drama, the Fresh Prince one liners, and the eye popping special effects. Have you ever been able to resist a movie that shows our national landmarks in peril? What is it about seeing the Statue of Liberty crashed down in the water that makes us so excitable?
And don’t try to tell me you didn’t pump your fist when the dog flew through the air and outpaced the raging fireball behind him.
Who doesn’t love the scene with Will Smith dragging the alien through the desert while talking trash to it? Fun fact: the part where he yells, “AND WHAT IS THAT SMELL?” was improvised. Will Smith really did want to know what smelled so awful in the salt flats of Utah where they filmed. Answer: decomposing crustaceans.
And who among us has not dreamed of reading The Speech when you need to motivate people? The pep talk for the team you coach in little league, the toast at your friend’s wedding, the valedictory address from your graduation…. any occasion would benefit from these stirring words. TODAY WE CELEBRATE OUR INDEPENDENCE DAY! And the crowd goes nuts!
What an ending, right? The smug victory walk by Smith/Goldblum and the passionate run of their lady loves? Everyone patting each other on the back and exchanging Knowing Nods? We exterminated an alien race that meant to exterminate us! Earth, EFF YEAH.
Happy Fourth of July to everyone, every where. Always remember that when the aliens attack, we’re all on the same side.
The Daddy- Daughter Book Club
Dad’s pretty smart: two masters degrees, virtual assassin in Words With Friends/Scrabble, and former engineer. Unlike the three women in his life, he’s not a voracious reader. He’s most likely to read something in which a government agent gets involved with a conspiracy theory and teams up with a smart and cute specialist to take down bureaucratic evil. He does read this blog, however, and he recently commented that he wanted to read one book from each of my shelves from my office reorganization project. Dad’s life goal was to visit all of the continents. Now that he’s finished, his new goal is to visit all of my bookshelves. I’m flattered.
I’ve done the math: with my two big office bookcases and a couple of others in my apartment, I have 17 total shelves. (I know, Dad, I originally said 14 but that was just an estimate and I was wrong.) So I have 17 opportunities to share my favorite books with my Dad.
Some shelves will be harder than others; I’m particularly thinking of my princess themed shelf. I just don’t know that Dad will appreciate Princess Mia. My goal is to choose books out of his comfort zone that he might actually like, though it is tempting to make him read something really complicated and dense, like As I Lay Dying. for my own twisted amusement.
As he finishes each book. we’ll have a conversation about it and I’ll post the results here.
First shelf: The Road Trip Books.
There’s a couple of good options here to get him hooked. Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman has the kind of mild mannered but destined for greatness hero that Dad likes, but the fantasy element might be too much for him. I could also make him embrace Maureen Johnson on this shelf, but I might save her Jack the Ripper book for that purpose. John Green is represented here too, and that’s pretty tempting.
Ultimately, it came down to A Wrinkle in Time or The Phantom Tollbooth, two books from middle school with some fantastical elements. I finally decided on a A Wrinkle in Time because I think he’ll like the adventure and I want him to read something with a female protagonist.

from the publisher’s website
I’ll give him the book this weekend and report back once he finishes; my guess is that he’ll have something amusing to say, so stay tuned.
Conversations with Books, Part 3
Here’s more of my imagined conversations between my books. For an explanation of this, see here and here.
Here we have the mythology shelf, where two very different males engage in personal odysseys through a modern world populated by the ancient gods. Teenage Percy Jackson and his pals might be frightened by hardened criminal Shadow from American Gods. True that Percy’s faced down snake-headed ladies and fought death itself, but Shadow’s a little rougher around the edges. Shadow would probably order a straight vodka with his breakfast and Percy would say, “Uh, I’ll have OJ. Straight.” Shadow would smile and say something manly and Percy would shoot a panicked look at Annabeth, who would roll her eyes and reach for Edith Hamilton’s Mythology to correct everything it got wrong.
Here we have a little stack of nice YA romances, and I’d like to send all of them on a triple date together. True that one of them is dead (I won’t say who), but we’ll pretend they’re all alive and healthy enough to sit around a table at a kitschy diner with a fantastic jukebox. Nick and Norah would be engaged in lively debate about music with Audrey and James, and Hazel and Augustus from The Fault in Our Stars would share a milkshake and grins while they listened. Eventually the talk would turn to bad ex-boyfriends and girlfriends, Augustus would impishly play “Audey, Wait,” and the whole group would end up dancing like maniacs.
This is where the upper class hangs out. Naturally, Emma is holding court in the middle and happily telling the Annes from Persuasion and Jane Austen in Scarsdale exactly who they should marry and when. The Annes are making eye contact over head and rolling their eyes. Luckily, Emma has a couple of disciples in Megan from How to Teach Filthy Rich Girls and basically all of the teenagers in Sweet Valley. Emma would really like to be sharing tea with Gatsby, but he considers her to be too frivolous and the rest of them to be too nouveau riche for his tastes. Jessica Wakefield is confident she’ll be BFFs with Daisy though because Jessica Wakefield is delusional.
Things My Dad Says
When I was in middle school, I fancied myself an aspiring poet. Instead of gently pushing me toward other more lucrative career choices, Dad bought me an album to collect my poems. I wrote them on all on different kinds of paper, you see, and he wanted to make sure that I kept them all together. He read all the poems and complimented all of them and always asked me, “What did you write today?” Though I’ve moved on from poetry (let’s all be thankful), Dad still always asks me what I’m writing. It’s just one of the great things about him; he’s always supportive and always encouraging of creativity.
Today, Dad, I’m writing about you.
Dad has a sentimental heart, but I know he likes lighter fare better than sappy tributes. In that spirit, I’ve collected and defined some of Dad’s most often used and most amusing expressions (with the help of my charming older sister A). Feel free to adopt these for yourself– you’d be in good company.
Later than skunks Usually said in a cartoonish voice and with a fake startle reaction. You might guess that he says this when he is running late, but only when he’s not really upset about being late. If he’s really upset, he paces in the kitchen and checks his keys and yells, “COME ON, MARSH. WE GOT TO GO.” (“Marsh” would be my mother. She’s more likely to be tardy.) I googled this expression and I can’t find it online. Congratulations, Dad, you are an original.
Let’s blow this taco stand. You probably know this one- it means, “let’s leave.” Why it’s a taco stand, I can’t be sure. I looked around online, and it might reference an obscure 70s song, a Mork & Mindy episode, or it may just be an alternate for, “let’s blow this joint.” I think it’s probably the last one. Dad went through a phase when he had to change all of his favorite expletives and expressions because my sister was repeating them in context and that didn’t fly at her preschool. Which brings us to….
Manischewitz! (man-ih-shev-itz) Dad uses this in moments of frustration, and it’s usually hissed under his breath. I believe it’s a replacement for “mother effer,” only that “effer” would be more explicit. As to why he chose a Jewish wine, it has something to do with the Polish community he grew up in, but none of them were Jewish so I still don’t totally understand. While we’re on the subject of being Polish, he also likes to say…
Don’t be such a dupayosh (spelling??) When I was little, Dad tossed this one off to my sister and me when we were acting like brats. He told us it was Polish for “ass” and his old aunts would say this to him when he was acting up as a child. When I got to college, I gleefully told a friend from Poland about this. He gave me a confused look and said, “Is you dad’s name John? Because that means, ‘John is a pain in the ass’.” John is my dad’s name, as it turns out.
Bummeruski You may have guessed that we’re a Polish family by now. As such, we like to add “ski” to many common words when talking to small children. “Helloski!” and “Oh No-ski!” are favorites with my nephew. “Bummeruski” is the original example of this practice, and my dad uses it with people of all ages to describe a variety of situations ranging from an emergency vet visit to a broken glass.
I’ll give you a cox in the hoisin (again, spelling?) As I typed this one, I realized it sounds kind of dirty. But I’m confident the meaning is closer to, “I’ll tan your hide.” Actually, this also sounds bad. I want to be clear: my father was never ever abusive. This was more of an empty threat when one of us was being frustrating. Like, “Quit repeating the word ‘bambino’ or I’ll give you a cox in the hoisin.” I can’t begin to guess where this originated.
Let me see if I get this straight… A) yes, B) no… I rest my case. This is usually delivered with a sly, superior smile. Dad loves to use this one to win an argument or point out something he thinks is ridiculous. It’s his ultimate way of shutting you down because he takes away your gray area and gives you two choices: yes or no. If you try to say “yes, but…” or “no… but,” he’ll interrupt you and say, “Oh no… A) yes, B) no.” It goes something like this:
“So, let me see if I get this straight: you and you friends got together and decided to have a party in an abandoned house and you brought alcohol with you even though none of you are 21. A) yes, B) no.”
“Well, yes, but it’s not really abandoned and I didn’t–”
“Ah, ah, ah… I said A) yes, B)no. Which was it?”
(disgruntled and begrudging look) “A) yes.”
(arms folded over chest in triumph) “I rest my case.”
I’m beginning to get the picture and it’s not a very pretty one. Delivered in his best Sherlock Holmes voice, and it means you’re explaining a situation to him that is sounding worse and worse. He likes to use this when we escalate with him. You might start off telling him that you need help picking something up from the dry cleaner. Then once he has his keys, you tell him you also need some milk and eggs and special shampoo from the store. Once he writes down your list, you tell him to stop by the bank to get some cash. And this is about when he starts talking about the picture and what it’s really showing him.
Jim Dandy When you ask my mom how she is, she’ll answer honestly: “Tired,” “Oh, not great,” “Fine I guess.” My dad almost always answers “Jim Dandy.” Most people use this as a noun and it’s supposed to be old school slang for someone who’s very pleasing. Dad uses it as an adjective to mean basically the same thing. So I guess he’s always saying that he’s pleasing to everyone. Real modest, Dad.
Jee-man-eez This is another one that he uses in lieu of the curse word he actually wants to say. I don’t have any idea what this one actually means because it doesn’t sound like any curse words I know. I most often hear it during the holidays when my mom gives him an errand list or when he sees all the stuff he has to carry down from the attic.
Work! Said in a high pitched shrieky voice that you might also use when jumping away from a mouse. He likes to use this often since his retirement a few years ago, and it’s in the spirit of, “Oh, you have to work for a living? How horrifying!” He thinks it’s hilarious. And I also think he’s a little smug that he had to work all those years and now he doesn’t have to but everybody else does. It goes something like this:
Dad: How was your day?
Me: Okay, I guess. I just went to work.
Dad: WORK!?
It’s my belief system that… This is another favorite debate tool. I think it’s his way of softening his statements, like he’s making it clear that this is just what he thinks. There’s something very moral high groundy about it, though. Usually when he uses this he’s really saying, “Well, you’re a total idiot and I’m about to say something that sounds really simple and is way more logical that you can ever hope to be.”
I’m innocent! He says this whether he really is or not, so it’s hard to know when he’s being truthful. He usually says it while making the surrender gesture. Some things he might be “innocent” of: not putting more Diet Coke in the fridge after drinking the last one, breaking something while washing the dishes, or leaving the back door open and letting all the bugs in. He likes to use this one when he is falsely accused and he follows it up with some variation of, “That was lousy, Missy.” (“Missy” would be his nickname for my mom.)
If I’m lyin’, I’m dyin’. Used when he just said something outrageous. Dad is a good storyteller and he likes to tease, and he’s done enough strange things in his life that it’s often difficult to tell when he’s making stuff up. Sometimes we accuse him of fibbing about something particularly spectacular, and he’ll reply with this. My dad is a pretty honest guy, so when he says this, you know he’s not messing with you.
Dad: And then my friend drove his motorcycle down the hall.
Me: No way. Dad, you’re making that up.
Dad: If I’m lyin’, I’m dyin.
Happy Thanksgiving Day to you… You won’t understand why this is unusual until you realize that Dad sings this to the tune of “Happy Birthday” and he does it every Thanksgiving when he gets us out of bed. He loves Thanksgiving because he doesn’t have to buy anything or go any where and the point of the day is to eat with his family. He sings this song with gusto, and there is usually an accompanying dance.
Cat-as-trophe! Yelped when something only moderately bad happens. For example, one might drop a lightbulb or spill a glass of milk, and this would be the reaction. If a child falls and splits his or her lip, he wouldn’t yell this, but he would take said child outside to bleed on the concrete until my mom shows up to deal with it. True story.
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy. You really are the best guy I know and the best dad for me. If I’m lyin’, I’m dyin’.
Conversations with Books, Part 1
A while ago, I found this suggestion online:
Imagine your books are persons. Then arrange them according to the conversations they could have with their neighbors.
Naturally, it captures my imagination to think of my books waiting until I flick off the lights to engage in their after dark chats. When I built my new bookcases and rearranged my home office, I spent hours one Sunday afternoon arranging many of my books in this way. I’ll be sharing some of my favorites over the next couple of days.
The books about precocious kids all got together for a wild rumpus on one of the lower shelves. Allie Finkle is pretending to be a foreign ninja warrior princess with Betsy and Tacy, while Turtle Wexler and Flavia de Luce start a girl’s detective agency. The kids from The Goonies (Yeah, I have the movie novelization. Jealous?) are joining up with Stanley Yelnats and the other delinquents from Holes to find a way to rescue the Lemony Snicket kids (“Orphans never say die! Down here, it’s our time!”), while Matilda and Kat Incorrigible sip tea and discuss Regency era romances and take turns moving things with their eyes to freak out the other kids. I thought about pairing Nanny from The Nanny Diaries with a cute single memoir guy, but I needed someone to wrangle the moppets at bedtime.
I like to imagine this stack gathered around a flashlight at a sleepover when a storm is brewing outside. Catherine from Northanger and the nameless new Mrs de Winter from Rebecca could get themselves all in a dither with their tales of gothic fright. Then the ghostly narrator from The Lovely Bones could be like, “You guys are weak sauce. I have a better story about a creepy neighbor guy who built an underground cave.” And then Ms Roach, who would be surprised to find herself on my bookshelf in the dark, would roll her eyes and tell them that so-called “mediums” used to stuff gauze up their ladyparts to trick people into thinking they were spewing ectoplasm and, sorry Susie Salmon, but you probably don’t exist. But then Rory from Name of the Star would be like, “Uh, hey, I see dead people, so maybe they’re right.” And then thunder would boom through the room and they would all scream and jump.
On this shelf, Katniss from The Hunger Games and Katsa from Graceling compete in a super intense archery contest complete with flinty stares while Peeta and Po sit to the side drinking beer and exchanging war stories. They’d kind of be hoping for a Girl Fight when the lost boys from Lord of the Flies would come over the hill screeching that they’re going to kill the pig, but they’d stop dead when Katniss and Katsa turn the power of their stone cold gazes on them. Peeta would say, “Hey, guys, have a beer or something. The girls will shoot us a pig for dinner later. Where’d you get that face paint? Do you have any left? That really takes me back.” And Po would say, “I sense these guys could use a bath.” They’d all have a good laugh, and then they’d discuss survival skills and form an alliance to take down the rest of the bookcase.
Tomorrow: Mindy Kaling and Bridget Jones have lots of questions for Elizabeth Bennet-Darcy and a bunch of books take a road trip together.






























































