Flowers of color

This is becoming monotonous. The days of my week hurtle past, Sunday rolls around, and I'm at my keyboard about to tell you about the Week that Was. And for six days, you've been staring at a picture of what looks like a denuded lint brush. Not a tenable pattern, I agree, and I promise to try my best to stop it. But facts are facts. Weeks are over in a flash of an eye, thanks to a vigorous work schedule and the lovely spring weather that finally burst forth from its dressing room, threw open the curtain, and announced itself with a loud flourish from the orchestra pit.

There have been many highlights, like a) meeting Michael Chabon and 2) learning how to pronounce his name correctly, and I've got a big week of writing planned so I can tell you all about it. But as this wireless connection seems a little tenuous, I'll leave you with a little photographic proof that spring has finally decided to spring:

It's a tulip bed I recently passed on Park Avenue, and isn't it nice to see the residents of the Canyons of Privilege going that extra mile to embrace a little diversity?

Comments

[a cup of tea]

Some of my best friends are red tulips.

[Another Anna]

Embracing diversity, right. I bet a gardener just got fired.

And do tell, is is chuBON? CHAYbon? ShaBOH? I've always wondered. While you're enlightening us, how about Delillo? As a trade, I'll tell you how to pronounce Featherstonaugh. Which ought to come in handy, oh, all the time.

[Chookooloonks]

There goes the neighbourhood.

[Martha]

SHAY-bon? Whatever it is, I'm jealous as hell. The book is currently waiting on my stove (somehow that's become the Place to Keep the Book Pile), eager to be read.

[21stCenturyMom]

Hey we have something in common besides being parents and bloggers. I too, have met Michael Chabon. Not as a write but just because we were in the same room together. I've also met his wife, Ayelet Waldman. These people seem to specialize in names you don't quite know how to pronounce.

[21stCenturyMom]

ha ha - that was supposed to be 'not as writer'. And make that not as a proofreader, either.

[J]

Beautiful pic. Look forward to hearing about your meeting with Shaybon. I've been a fan sice Werewolves in their Youth, though I have YET to read Kavalier & Clay. It's been on my shelf for 3 years. I'll probably read The Yiddish Policemen's Union first.

[AT]

I'm terribly sorry LOD... I have been in love with your posts for some time as I happened upon it accidentally... and your writing is phenomenal. I don't know what possessed me to plagiarize and for that I am truly sorry. I have been in a bad funk lately and I should not have done that. Please accept my heartfelt apology and know that I won't do it again, ever.

[Jason]

Puts a spin on a new adage, "When one cares enough to take the very best."

So you're a photographer now, too, heh? (Wish I could get those shots . . . )

[shula]

Link dead.

I guess she really was sorry.

LOD, you know you're famous when...

[Alison Byrne Fields]

There is something very very strange about plagiarizing to produce content for your blog.

[Jugi]

Speaking of plagiarism, please don't tell Mr. C that I've just lifted liberally from WONDER BOYS, as the protagonist of my new play is a pothead writer in a failing marriage who's suffering from a bad case of writer's block. As they say, steal from the best.

[Stephanie]

I think you took a Crayola marker and altered that pic.

[LOD]

As my contributions to this blog swerve toward the visual, all images will be actual pictures unless I tell you otherwise.

And isn't it great to see that after all that worry about people swiping pictures from me, it only took about a week before it actually happened?

[J]

What was appropriated, the picture or the post?

[Dani]

I love Michael Chabon. I recently (within the last two months or so) discovered him after hearing an interview on NPR. So far I've read Werewolves in their youth and I'm working on the Yiddish Policemans Union.