In my effort to read more and spend less time on social media, here’s what I have finished so far this year.
- Do Your Art, Chad Allen
- Go: A Kidd’s Guide to Graphic Design, Chip Kidd
- Cold Tangerines, Shauna Niequist
- Roberts Rules of Order in Plain and Simple English
- Jesus Feminist, Sarah Bessey
- Steal Like an Artist, Austin Kleon
- Show Your Work, Austin Kleon
- How We Are Not Alone: New and Selected Poems, Maya Stein
- The Kinfolk Table
- The Southern Pie Book, Jan Moon
- A Prayer Journal, Flannery O’Connor
- Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way, Shauna Niequist
- Stories From the Book of Exile, Padraig O’Tuama
- A Short Guide to a Happy Life, Anna Quindlen
- City of God, Sara Miles
- Unaccompanied Minor, Hollis Gillespie
Add to that my standard periodicals listed below, and I’m off to a decent year of reading.
- Garden & Gun
- Where Women Create
- Entertainment Weekly
Yeah, I’m always juggling a stack of books. It’s how I roll. Here’s what’s in the current rotation.
The Dark Night of the Soul, Gerald May
Free: Spending Your TIme and Money on What Matters Most, Mark Scandrette
The Circle, Dave Eggers
Consider the Birds, Debbie Blue
Drawn In, Troy Bronsink
How to Become a Food Budget Ninja, Jeff & Crystal Sykes
After reading several obituaries during the course of my job today, I’m struck with the importance of keeping a writer friend or two around until my dying days. Otherwise, the paper could read something like this: “She died. She had two nieces and a nephew. There is no service. Cremation. The end.”
Doesn’t everyone deserve to be celebrated a tiny bit?
Got out the cleaning supplies and dusted off the blog this morning. Fresh, clean look. Feels a little simpler. Figured I really don’t need a header photo when almost every entry I post contains a photograph of its own.
Also updated my blogroll. It is not an exhaustive list, by any means. And almost all of these folks fall into more than one category, but the list is a good starting point. Check it out. There are some lovely, amazing people over there.
French Press tonight at Denver Bicycle Cafe, where several months ago they serendipitously gave me the same botanical mug three times in a row. Because it matches my tatts. Now they’ve put my name on it.
This morning I stood in line for a ridiculous amount of time behind a bunch of folks ordering Starbuck-esque drinks to get a pour-over at one of the newest coffee bars in town. It did not disappoint.
Steam Espresso Bar is the new kid on the block on South Pearl Street, and the closest indie coffee shop to me that does single-pours with really good beans.
I tried not to be too resentful of the people hoarding tables before they ordered. But it’s one of my biggest pet peeves.
I came back after the farmer’s market and had an espresso, read a bit, and had a nice chat with one of the owners, Hani. Steam, you’ve got my business.