GUESS WHAT! IT’S UP ALREADY   4 comments

I just checked and found that Figs & Pomegranates & Special Cheeses is already up on amazon.com, ready for reviews and orders if anyone is so inclined. They tell me it will take a few weeks before the “look inside” feature will be there.

I guess this calls for a celebration. Ready now! Please join me in a big HOORAY!

Thanks

Posted August 22, 2014 by Mona Affinito in Uncategorized

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LOOK FOR IT ON THURSDAY, THE 28th   4 comments

They tell me “Figs & Pomegranates & Special Cheeses” is electronically on its way to amazon.com. Look for it on Thursday, August 28th they said.

I hope we will all discover it then. I’ll believe it when I see it.

 

 

Posted August 22, 2014 by Mona Affinito in Uncategorized

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NO NEWS AFTER NOON   10 comments

My latest health move. I’m cutting myself off the news once noon arrives. It’s just too sleep-disturbing any closer to bedtime. So much horror!

Of course I’m sickened by the awful things happening in other countries – human greed and cruelty. The awful beheading of a dedicated American journalist. The killing and isolating of communities of Christians – and other religions and groups unacceptable to ISIS.

But what keeps me awake is what’s going on right here in the United States. A majority of our citizens wanting to send refugee children back to misery and death. (Not the first time we’ve been so cruel. Check out the refugee ship SS Saint Louis in May-June 1939. And the innocents still imprisoned at Guantanamo. Just for starters.) But this is today. Militarized police becoming judge and jury.

I was naïve as a child and youth – even into adulthood. I really thought the function of the police was to serve the public. I believed “arrest” meant “arrest,” i.e. to stop or prevent crime. Truth be told, I know police for whom that is the mission. But I fear they are out-noised by the killers among us. I honestly thought that when a police officer shot it was intentionally a non-lethal injury intended to prevent further crime/assault. I didn’t understand that the first duty of a cop is to kill and beat folks after they had surrendered – even after they were handcuffed – or locked in a cell.

I didn’t understand that the first duty was to treat protestors as the enemy – to confront them with guns drawn.

I didn’t understand the right of civilians to kill someone because they were scared – that just ringing the doorbell to ask for help is so scary that killing is legitimate. I thought the idea was to retreat to a safe place and call 911. Or worse yet, I didn’t know it’s OK to be scared that maybe the person turning away from a confrontation might be getting a gun out of a car, making it legitimate to shoot him.

I didn’t appreciate the depth of racism that makes someone scary– and therefore the potential object of beating/killing — because he’s black, and blacks are scary. (I try to imagine from my white advantage what it would have been like to love and raise a black son.)

I didn’t understand the apparent right to beat and/or kill a man for being homeless and acting crazy – which no doubt he was.

I didn’t “get” that it’s OK to beat an autistic young man because he has a bulge in his pocket – his colostomy bag.

In fact, I just don’t get the right to beat anyone who is already subdued.

I wonder if those same cops go home at night and complain about people who want to establish sharia law.

I could go on, but I’ve got to read my disturbing e-mail before noon so I can focus on peace and quiet and classical music and my projects for the rest of the day.

Maybe that will help my sleep.

Posted August 21, 2014 by Mona Affinito in Uncategorized

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PAGE 115 – AND MORE – IS FIXED.   8 comments

I’ve been through “Figs & Pomegranates & Special Cheeses” again with a fine toothed comb. Now I’ve got to rein myself in. I suspect that no dedicated writer is ever perfectly satisfied with the final product, but editing has to stop somewhere.

I’ve been pleased by responses from people who feel as I do that we dishonor our readers if we provide them with careless grammar, spelling and style.

When the book is finally available (in a week-and-a-half or so) you may enjoy the challenge of looking for errors. Please don’t attack the g/G in god/God though. Those variations are deliberate.

One thing I was surprised to find myself doing twelve times was removing the unnecessary use of the word “that.” Since I recently read a critique of the overuse of “that,” I’ve found myself disturbed by it in other folk’s writing as well as my own.

For example, from “Figs …”

“… so that they would never again be as self-righteous as they had been … “

vs.

“ … so they would never again be as self-righteous as they had been… “

 

Maybe your ears don’t get affected, but mine are much more comfortable with the second version.

 

One more example, also from “Figs … “

“We wanted to promise each other that we would always be together in the same way…”

vs,

“We wanted to promise each other we would always be together in the same way…”

 

Well, anyway. That’s what I’ve been up to.

Thanks for hanging in there.

OH MY GOODNESS! I JUST RE-READ MY FIRST SENTENCE. How about “that.” Or is it OK there?

 

 

ERROR ON PAGE 115     6 comments

On August 7th I received the proof copy of “Figs & Pomegranates & Special Cheeses.” I thought I would find it perfect and it would be on amazon.com in a few days ready for comment and purchase.

But this is a story about the inevitability of errors, and the compulsion to overcome them. It’s an example of the need for careful editing.

Just to be sure, I proofed the proof. This must be about the 15th time. And shucks, it wasn’t perfect.

Back before it was published as “Mrs. Job,” I edited it several times before sending it off to iUniverse, where they both edited and copyedited it, involving me in the process. Then came the time when TMPublications intended to publish it under a different title, so it was again edited and copyedited. Again I was involved with checking their edits.

The next step in the story, as I guess you all know by now, TMPulications ran into financial problems so they couldn’t publish it. For the following year and a half when “Mrs. Job” (or whoever she was to become) wondered what her future would be, she was edited by me several times. And finally, when she was newly labeled “Figs & Pomegranates & Special Cheeses” I edited her several more times.

So, I thought she had attained perfection. But no. Right away I noticed that the unnecessary word “that,” carefully removed in several places, was still showing up where I didn’t want it. Oh well, that’s a stylistic matter, I thought, so we’ll let it stand.

But then I hit page 115 where what should have been the word “moved” was missing a “d.” That just provides one example why I don’t rely on spellcheck to pick up on errors.

And on page 169 I discovered the same verb appearing twice in the same paragraph. My ears didn’t like that.

So, I’ll proof it one more time. I know the ideal would be to have someone else do it for me, but I don’t know who I could ask at the last minute, and I can’t wait much longer to get “Figs …” out there for review.

So, I’ll read through it again and try this time to perfect it. Fortunately it is a good read if I do say so myself. Yes, I do say so.

 

 

I PROMISED ALASKA   19 comments

I hesitate to post these pictures, given the amazing photos presented by other bloggers. But this is what I have, and I promised it.

My son produces the beautiful photographs. Mine are just a record of where I’ve been. Fortunately for you I don’t take a lot of people pictures.

Anyway, let’s start in Ketchikan, the first stop on our Holland America Line cruise. I guess I should have known, but I didn’t realize what a powerful cultural influence is played by Native Americans in Alaska. (or should they be called, as in Canada, the first peoples? I like the latter.) Anyway, just off the boat, there was this totem, too tall for me to get entirely into the photo. Totem

 

So I took this detail photo.

Totem detail

And then a couple of casual scenes

Ketchikan

 

 

 

 

Ketchikan 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I made sure to get a shot of Dolly’s place. No longer officially an active occupation, but apparently she was a standout in the prostitution business back in the heady gold rush days – and a community leader as well.

Dolly's Place - Version 2

 

 

Along the way I discovered this Salmon by the artist Terry Pyles.  Dedicated July 4, 2013, it was named  “Yeltatzie Salmon” in honor of Halda Native Carver Jones Yeltatzie (1900-1976) whose wood carving (1963) it replaced.

Ketchikan Salmon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Later, because it was allowed, I took a shot inside the museum.

 

Ketchikan Museum

 

NEXT STOP, JUNEAU

I won’t include photos of the jewelry I bought. Apparently that’s the thing to do in Juneau, but I did get a shot of the neighborhood around the jewelry stores.

Juneau

Followed in the early evening by a seaplane flight over the glaciers.

Seaplane over Glaciers

I confess I was surprised to see so much green. A friend of mine says she has comparative photos of the glaciers with a five year difference that show how much less ice there is now.

from plane

 

ICY STRAIT POINT was the next photo op on the cruise. We paid to go on an excursion offering a chance to see bears on the first land-based half and a promise to see whales on the second half of the trip. On the first lap we saw no living bears — or animals of any kind. They just didn’t feel like showing up. So, this stump carving was the only bear we saw.

Only bear we saw

 

Then we headed for the whale watching piece of the tour, only to be told at the last minute that it was cancelled due to technical difficulties. Yes, we did get that portion of the fee back. No, I didn’t see any bears or whales while I was in Alaska.

ON TO ANCHORAGE

One of my photos in Anchorage is of the flea market where I acquired sundry small items made from things like fossilized whale bone, fish vertebrae, moose hair. And some leather bags for next to nothing price-wise. What I like best about the flea market photo is the sky.

Flea Market

 

And then theres the area outside the museum.

Anchorage Museum

Inside the museum I managed to get a couple of shots — not the only things that attracted, but quick studies.

museum piece 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

6-29 museum piece

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HOMER

Next stop Homer and the amazingly beautiful Norman Lowell Gallery. I deprived myself of some lovely wandering by waiting until I could get this photo of a main gallery without any people in it. Not easy to do, because tourists love to get photos of each other in front of what they’ve seen. Anyway, here’s what I finally accomplished with much patience. That’s a painting of the northern lights in the center.

Norman Lowell Gallery

As a mark of the long way the artist has come since arriving in Alaska, we had access to the homestead cabin where he and his wife began their adventure.

Homestead Cabin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and two shots of the interior.

Homestead Cabin 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have to admit I learned something I should probably have known — how very recent was the homesteading activity in Alaska, as reflected by the materials in the cabin.

Interior of cabin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Approaching the ship on the way back from the Homer expedition I spotted a community of ladies and midwives waiting for delivery.

Community

 

KODIAK

In Kodiak I learned something else I should probably have known  — the strong Russian influence as reflected in this Russian Orthodox Church, reported to be the oldest in the U.S., and the apparent faith of most of the Tlinkit.

Oldest Orthodox in U.S. 1794

Interior orthodox church

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     And the interior

A SCENIC DAY AT SEA FOLLOWED.

We spent July 2 slowly circling the Hubbard Glacier — a most beautiful day with an astounding view. Check the header of this blog to get a sense of it.

SITKA

The display of Tlinkit dancing in Sitka was bright and colorful. First a photo of the stage, and then the photo op outside with the dancers  – of all ages. Many moms dancing with their babes in arms, but men, boys, girls, and us for a while (though without the colorful costumes.)

Dance Theater

Sitka dancers 03

We also got a clear view of Mt. Edgecomb. It hasn’t erupted in recent history, but there was the incident they tell about where practical jokers set a stack of tires ablaze at its top, producing a brief scare for the town.

VOLCANO Sitka

Our last stop in Sitka was a totem park. I managed to get a couple of  pictures, but it’s hard without also getting a tourist in front of the subject. But again,with patience, I got a shot of one of them.

totem 2

VICTORIA

And then Victoria, with a walk through the Agkhazi gardens and tea in the tea house.

Agkhazi Garden 7-5

Tea House, 7-5 Abkhazi Garden

Now the tour of Alaska is over. We disembarked in Seattle with some time to spare before the flight home, so we explored a bit of the town. First the space needle — an adventure in height (which doesn’t bother me if I don’t have to rely and my own feet to keep me grounded). The view was spectacular as expected.

And I got a shot of the work of art just outside the entrance.

Outside space needle

Because I got in the habit of photographing markets when we did the Asia/Pacific tour, I took a shot of the Seattle Farmer’s Market. Too bad we weren’t staying there long enough to enjoy some of the wonderful fresh fruits and vegetables, and the amazing flowers. The crowds, though! Oh, the crowds!

7-6 Farmer's Market

AND THIS IS THE END. Thanks for coming

IT IS NOT A COOKBOOK   7 comments

Just in case the title is misleading, “Figs & Pomegranates & Special Cheeses” is not a cookbook, just as “Mrs. Job” was not a self-help book showing married women how to get paid employment.

Here’s the source of the title, – a quote from page 50 when Dara’s mom is talking to Dara about her upcoming marriage to Job.

“Oh Dara, I did feel that way about your father when we first married,

but love changes over time. I guess you could say at first it is like

feasting on figs and pomegranates and special cheeses,

and later it is like enjoying the evening potage. The thrill may not be

so great later on, but each day it fills the empty hole that would be hunger

if you did not have each other.”

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