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T2 = Tippy Two, the name of this giant stuffed pup, a reboot of Tippy the first circa 1980.

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(via TabletHotels.com) St. James Paris is a chateau in the city, appointed how I would wildest-dream decorate if I had the means. So gorgeous; it fills me with joy just knowing that a place this exists for real out there in the world and that, if I pay cash money, I can go there someday. (via TabletHotels.com) Just look at this turquoise room! Just look at it! (via TabletHotels.com)

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You're not supposed to be 15! You're just a baby kitty!

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One thing about adopting a baby is that you don't look or feel like you are obviously expecting one. There aren't empathetic stories from anyone who's experienced pregnancy before, questions from strangers or colleagues about how far along, prenatal classes with other expecting parents, an actual due date to circle on the calendar... I'm pondering this quiet, almost invisible, expectation time

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That's PApier Sans up there, created by SMeltery - a French font factory (say that three times whilst gargling champagne). It was free and I love it, as well as its siblings REdevance and GEronto Bis. Thank you, Jules Vernacular.

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...bag! Isn't it very me? I like that it fits my laptop and my recording equipment, and that it has a long strap so I can wear it crossbody to be handsfree for shopping with a certain baby I know. Plus it has birds; I might be nearing the end of my bird fondness, but I still love them for now.

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When something random and interesting catches my eye, I usually pay attention (like when I Googled "New York thin" this week and found garancedore.fr, my new favorite blog and girlfriend-blog to a long-time favorite of mine, thesartorialist.com. I didn't know better.). Whilst searching for the 2012 Nikki McClure calendar to order, I found the sweetest little web presence for a brick-and-mortar

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Some are straight up about winter; some sound like the epic-love-time that is this time of year; some I found in the last season of the year; others just feel like what the inside feels like when it's cold, dark outside. All are very good for driving on snow-covered roads, for reading indoors by whilst drinking something warm and brandied. 1. If Only for a Night - Florence + the Machine 2.

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Saw Andrew Bird Tuesday nite. I'd been tres excited about this - a concert up here featuring someone I never thought I'd hear in Alaska! It delivered even though he didn't play "Fake Palindromes". (Was it the lack of accompanying tambourine perhaps? He's sick of it, I bet.) Or the one ("Skin Is, My") that used to be my ringtone - waiting for the telephone to ring - bah-ring, bah-RING,

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I very much like this new song Raconte - Moi Une Histoire by M83 from their new (double!) album Hurry Up We're Dreaming. A little child's voice tells a story about a (psychedelic for sure) frog, "I heard about this frog, it's a very tiny frog!" that, once touched, changes your vision and "your mommy suddenly becomes your daddy and everything looks like a giant cupcake!" we all become "the

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  Either this can of "With Salmon" is filled with 1 million dollars or else my lost youth is inside.

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It's amazing what can happen in a day! Bread rises, cheese solidifies, the world outside gets a foot of snow...  Herewith, then, are the results of my cheese making first-go-round of experimenting.  The last time we checked in with Fromage Blanc it was sitting on the table until 530am (or whenever I woke up). At 1030am I opened the lid to the pot and saw the above - the liquid had

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It seemed to me that making cheese was just the sort of indoor sport engaging and comforting enough for these cold, horrid Alaska winters. (Why do I live here again?) Anyway, if there's cheese to be had from the long, dark days then, tally ho, cheese there shall be. I bought myself what is apparently known as the "bible of cheese making books" - in American anyway. I believe they call it the "

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I feel like a heart bursting with love and gratefulness - this relationship we have is so diligently worked on and this understanding we have is so given and this love we have is so always there to back it all up. I appreciate this. Consider it a little more public version of the refrigerator note left in the morning: I've got big gratitude for what we are, what we'll be even more in years to

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Jamie, Julia and I spent Saturday night at Annika's guesthouse in Seward. So sweet, a little Swedish dollhouse in the woods.

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It's so hot.

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Happy birthday to me, and happy almost birthday to Sarah Blonde. Here are my tippy-top 10 songs of the momentito: 10. Everything You See (Kids Count Hallelujahs) - Portugal and the Man 9.  Ritual Union - Little Dragon 8. Que veux-tu -Yelle 7. Of Moons, Birds and Monsters - MGMT 6. Someone Great - LCD Soundsystem 5. Graveyard - Feist 4. Season of Love - Shiny Toy Guns 3. Signs - Bloc Party 2.

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Speaking of music and how it moves a person - let me just remember my beautiful friend, John, who left us far too soon a couple weeks ago. This man he was a shining light. So smart and funny and just, kind. We met in our graduate English classes last semester and hit it off immediate - he was dressed well, witty and clearly city; and to him, I was someone he knew from the radio already, and

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I admit that one of my favoritest parts of producing a radio show is finding that mid-break song that echoes the week's theme, adding a dash of comic relief to the heavier shows or a dose of gravitas to the lighter ones. Then, I will inevitably end up down the enticing musical rabbit hole in the name of work and then five or ten or twenty three songs later... I'm listening to opera or discovering

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Looking south and north from the rooftop pool at our rented casita perched high above Vieja Vallarta (old town).

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Just back from Puerto Vallarta. Here's a spot we visited twice - about a 30 minute water taxi ride from Boca de Tomatlan, a teeny fishing village 30 minutes south of PV by car.

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Beautiful day for the Alaska State Fair.

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My sister says I should be solving crimes in a van with Scooby, whilst my hubs asks if I joined the cast of Mad Men; my girlfriends think they're cute, mom says I look like her smart writer/producer daughter!, and me? They're like 2 giant crystal clear windows, so's I dig em too, in a nerdy sorta way.

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They have a sunny glint to them, those sounds of the 70's, happy echoing reverberating against deep walls of sound. There is a new version happening now that we kids who are in our 30's hazily recall three-four decades later than we first heard as babies way then, now appreciating something familiar yet unheard, so good to our ears, and we return to the dirt I guess, naked as we came.These are

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Sarah makes these. I think there's a children's book/Etsy store collaboration in here somewhere...

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According to the fireweed. Fireweed never lies.

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(It's that thing where when you need a title for whatever (a book, a hair salon, an ice cream parlor, a blog post) you just take a noun + pluralized verb and you're all set.)

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He's trying really hard to straddle the table and the window sill so he can be in the sun, and close to me. Silly kitty.

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That white dot is Jim fishing - I mean, catching. :)

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Near mile 6-ish. Unfortunately I forgot my real camera and the iPhone cam didn't capture the sharp turquoise of the lake water.

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Ray loaned us his 2 B.O.B. trailers (back of bike, I think...) and while I felt a little unsteady at first, within 1/2 mile I was cruising. So much better to haul gear this way rather than on the back like we've done before.

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Fishing was insane! We caught and released probably 20 at a minimum, and kept these 3 guys. It was Jim's last minute idea to bring poles, and I'm glad we did because the fishing was great! We did get dumped on, though, and had to ride 5 miles back to camp wet to the core.

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Taken this morning at about mile 7.5; the far end looking back. We camped out near mile 10 Friday and Saturday nights.

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It feels as though summer started just a week ago - when Jim returned from an extended stay in Kansas where he was able to spend time with his grandfather during the last weeks of his life. I'm really glad he got to be a support to his family through that. Me, well I worked a lot and wrote a little, and partially remodeled a bathroom until I ran out of time - at least the toilet works for

Marianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443128.post-86984568233303457462011-06-26T20:48:00.001-08:002011-06-26T20:48:13.893-08:00

So, those salmon heads and frames we kept made for some bonus deliciousness. Jim cleaned the heads (removed gills and eyes), then we boiled into stock with aromatics (removed the cheeks and ate those (top pic) delicious!) The frames we boiled in salted water, then picked off the meat which yielded about 1-2 pounds of meat. Mixed in chopped parsley, scallions, 3 egg whites, a yolk, maybe 3TB of

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Marianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443128.post-17144733702561121392011-06-25T21:11:00.000-08:002011-06-25T21:12:13.659-08:00

Marianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443128.post-60915876674520569082011-06-25T20:38:00.000-08:002011-06-25T20:39:10.008-08:00

Isn't that just beautiful?

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Marianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443128.post-77856159998685054952011-06-25T18:36:00.000-08:002011-06-25T18:40:36.191-08:00

Here is where I sit right now, on this water dock at a superb bed and breakfast in Soldotna. We have our own cabin, with a ginormous tub, plus a private lake! Later, I'll be in this same spot eating freshly grilled king salmon. I know it sounds like I'm bragging, and that's because I'm super pleased with myself at the moment.

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Marianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443128.post-54856540570220770322011-06-25T18:31:00.001-08:002011-06-25T18:31:59.900-08:00

Lee is the quickest filleter I ever saw. And guess what else? We took ALL the guts, carcasses and heads to make soup! Fit for a king, yessiree, my fish gut soup will be, said the cockney kitchen waif.

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Marianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443128.post-46047384025623564292011-06-25T18:27:00.000-08:002011-06-25T18:28:06.673-08:00

The very simple, but well-executed, method for taking each boat from the river is to hook a cable to the bow, then have the *last* guy hook the other end to his trailer to haul your boat up a ramp made entirely of mud. It's absurd, but effective.

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Another charter winding up the day, drifting through the tidewater slough towards the ocean where all river boats pull out.

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