<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381</id><updated>2009-11-07T11:46:35.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Love Ms. Julie ~</title><subtitle type='html'>New Quebec English-language writing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-3286231990322433490</id><published>2009-11-04T18:06:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:31:20.705-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quebec authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Writing Room'/><title type='text'>The Writing Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever wonder where writers write, how they write and why, if their physical writing space is private – or if it’s mobile, the neighbourhood internet café or university library?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In THE WRITING ROOM, QWF members talk about their writing space and writing process. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;gggggggggggggggggggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;8787 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alice Zorn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;lk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nominated for the 2009 McAuslan QWF First Book Prize&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Alice!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SvIJbK3b0xI/AAAAAAAAAlY/lvEuq4G8cu4/s1600-h/Zorn+my+room+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400389265548628754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SvIJbK3b0xI/AAAAAAAAAlY/lvEuq4G8cu4/s400/Zorn+my+room+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;My writing room looks onto a Montreal street of brick row houses, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;flat roofs, wooden cornices, the sky. I love the light and sense of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake between seven and eight, make tea, and go to my room. I work at an oak boardroom table a friend left behind when he left Montreal. Two filing cabinets take the place of desk drawers. The structure of shelves on the back of the table helps me organize projects. Just now I'm beginning to write a new novel, so the shelves are still mostly bare, though I've labelled them with the characters' names. I'm short and have to hike my chair high, so I need a footrest. I'm using an illustrated edition of&lt;/em&gt; Pilgrim's Progress &lt;em&gt;which I've covered in brown packing paper.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sometimes work on the computer, sometimes on paper. The computer is faster, since everything eventually has to be typed, but I like the flow of ink on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around ten I have toast and more tea – herbal. No caffeine because it triggers migraines. If I'm lucky, I have no errands and can work until one when I have to shower and dress, and head across the city to the job that pays the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notes on the table are reminders, interesting names, possible titles, words I like, lines I've overheard.&lt;/em&gt; You flexin' de chest at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The photos on the wall are of  friends, family and places I've visited. Behind me are bookshelves and a green corduroy sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SvIJVqJzYlI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ESYe4_jvewM/s1600-h/Zorn+cover.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 166px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400389170867954258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SvIJVqJzYlI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ESYe4_jvewM/s200/Zorn+cover.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALICE ZORN&lt;/strong&gt; has published short fiction in Canada and the UK. In 2006 she won first prize in &lt;em&gt;Prairie Fire'&lt;/em&gt;s Fiction Contest. Her book of short fiction, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruins &amp;amp; Relics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newestpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NeWest Press&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;) is nominated for the 2009 McAuslan QWF First Book Prize. She lives in Montreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-3286231990322433490?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/3286231990322433490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=3286231990322433490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/3286231990322433490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/3286231990322433490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/11/writing-room.html' title='The Writing Room'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SvIJbK3b0xI/AAAAAAAAAlY/lvEuq4G8cu4/s72-c/Zorn+my+room+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-4206619944880692791</id><published>2009-11-04T13:12:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:29:47.057-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quebec authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On My Bookshelf'/><title type='text'>On My Bookshelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;ON MY BOOKSHELF asks QWF authors what they're reading, perusing, consulting, reconsidering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:78%;" &gt;jkjk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;JON PAUL FIORENTINO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:small;color:#000000;"&gt;lklk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nominated for the 2009 Paragraphe Hugh MacLennan Prize for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fiction -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Congratulations Jon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lklk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400320767566919490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SvHLID_9t0I/AAAAAAAAAko/sVXCD682TWo/s200/JP+author+pix.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I am currently re-reading George Saunders' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pastoralia &lt;/em&gt;following&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his visit to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Montreal in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, I am reading &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Demons in the Spring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt; by Joe Meno, a collection of short stories in collaboration with amazing visual artists; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;McPoems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Billeh Nickerson, a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;very funny and clever collection of work poems by one of Canada's most underrated poets; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; by Wallace Shawn -- I was lucky enough to meet him at the Brooklyn&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Book Festival; and I was about to read &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Joy Is so Exhausting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt; by Susan Holbrook, but Karis Shearer, our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Matrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Reviews Editor, stole it from me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SvHMSlZ3-nI/AAAAAAAAAk4/UVTHQXsRQDo/s1600-h/JP+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400322047844285042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SvHMSlZ3-nI/AAAAAAAAAk4/UVTHQXsRQDo/s200/JP+cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JON PAUL FIORENTINO’s first novel, &lt;em&gt;Stripmalling&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ecwpress.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ECW Press&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;), is nominated for the 2009 Paragraphe Hugh MacLennan Prize for Fiction. He is also the author of two poetry collections, &lt;em&gt;The Theory of the Loser Class&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Hello Serotonin&lt;/em&gt;, and the humour book, &lt;em&gt;Asthmatica&lt;/em&gt;. He lives in Montreal where he teaches writing at Concordia University and is the editor of &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matrixmagazine.org/"&gt;Matrix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; magazine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-4206619944880692791?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/4206619944880692791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=4206619944880692791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/4206619944880692791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/4206619944880692791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-my-bookshelf-asks-qwf-authors-what.html' title='On My Bookshelf'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SvHLID_9t0I/AAAAAAAAAko/sVXCD682TWo/s72-c/JP+author+pix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-5377085653365490244</id><published>2009-10-28T07:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:38:24.051-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quebec authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On My Bookshelf'/><title type='text'>On My Bookshelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ON MY BOOKSHELF asks QWF authors what they're reading, perusing, consulting, reconsidering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;jkjk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAROLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N MARIE SOUAID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hjhj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SueYygc8HZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MYmKkGCHVH8/s1600-h/CMS-by-Towe-Colour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SueYygc8HZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MYmKkGCHVH8/s320/CMS-by-Towe-Colour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397450671899024786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SueYygc8HZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MYmKkGCHVH8/s1600-h/CMS-by-Towe-Colour.jpg"&gt;"Aside from th&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SueYygc8HZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MYmKkGCHVH8/s1600-h/CMS-by-Towe-Colour.jpg"&gt;e b&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SueYygc8HZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MYmKkGCHVH8/s1600-h/CMS-by-Towe-Colour.jpg"&gt;ooks I read for review or editing, poetry has been on the back burner these days. It seems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SueYygc8HZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MYmKkGCHVH8/s1600-h/CMS-by-Towe-Colour.jpg"&gt; t&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SueYygc8HZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MYmKkGCHVH8/s1600-h/CMS-by-Towe-Colour.jpg"&gt;he books I've had my nose in lately have chosen me rather than the other way around. While I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SueYygc8HZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MYmKkGCHVH8/s1600-h/CMS-by-Towe-Colour.jpg"&gt; was in Winnipeg last &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SueYygc8HZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MYmKkGCHVH8/s1600-h/CMS-by-Towe-Colour.jpg"&gt;month for the International Writers' Festival, I found a used copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SueYygc8HZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MYmKkGCHVH8/s1600-h/CMS-by-Towe-Colour.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; by Marguerite Duras in a second-hand book shop and devoured it on the plane ride back to Montreal. Others are books I read in my youth, books that didn’t really register on a profound level at the time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siddhartha&lt;/span&gt;, for instance, which was on a high school reading list for English class. It came up again, after a car accident with my son this summer – I read it in one sitting and found myself weeping by the end. This led me back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walden and Other Writings &lt;/span&gt;by Henry David Thoreau, which has been on my bedside table for the past couple of years. I pick it up now and then when I have a hard time getting to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I finished re-reading (for about the fifth time) &lt;span&gt;Rilke’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Letters to a Young Poet&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SueYygc8HZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MYmKkGCHVH8/s1600-h/CMS-by-Towe-Colour.jpg"&gt;I was astonished at the simil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SueYygc8HZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MYmKkGCHVH8/s1600-h/CMS-by-Towe-Colour.jpg"&gt;arities between Rilke and Hesse regarding the importance of being “solitary and attentive when one is sad.” (Rilke)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SueYygc8HZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MYmKkGCHVH8/s1600-h/CMS-by-Towe-Colour.jpg"&gt; He also says: “We are solitary. We can delude ourselves about this and act as if it were not true… But how much better it is to recognize that we are alone; yes, even to begin from this realization.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To write from that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to roll up my sleeves, grab a pencil, and go at it again.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;jhjh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SuedTDvmOKI/AAAAAAAAAkA/HpAq03eYUow/s1600-h/SP_Oranges_v3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SuedTDvmOKI/AAAAAAAAAkA/HpAq03eYUow/s200/SP_Oranges_v3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397455629174847650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SueYygc8HZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MYmKkGCHVH8/s1600-h/CMS-by-Towe-Colour.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Montreal based poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SueYygc8HZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MYmKkGCHVH8/s1600-h/CMS-by-Towe-Colour.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;t CAROLYN MARIE SOUAID is the co-producer of Circus of Words / Cirque des mots and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SueYygc8HZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MYmKkGCHVH8/s1600-h/CMS-by-Towe-Colour.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;co-founder/editor of the online literary magazine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (Poetry Quebec), dedicated to the English language poetry of Quebec. She currently serves as poetry editor for Signature Editions. Her fifth collection, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SueYygc8HZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MYmKkGCHVH8/s1600-h/CMS-by-Towe-Colour.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Paper Oranges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SueYygc8HZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MYmKkGCHVH8/s1600-h/CMS-by-Towe-Colour.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, appeared in 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.souaid.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond,'new york',times,serif;"&gt;www.souaid.co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.souaid.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond,'new york',times,serif;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.poetry-quebec.com/"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond,'new york',times,serif;"&gt;www.poetry-quebec.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.poetry-quebec.com/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Author photo: &lt;span style="font-family:'PrimaSans BT,Verdana,sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Michael Towe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-5377085653365490244?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/5377085653365490244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=5377085653365490244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/5377085653365490244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/5377085653365490244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-my-bookshelf.html' title='On My Bookshelf'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SueYygc8HZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MYmKkGCHVH8/s72-c/CMS-by-Towe-Colour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-7168653817934195228</id><published>2009-10-21T12:37:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:08:42.875-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quebec authors'/><title type='text'>The Writing Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kjkj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever wonder where writers write, how they write and why, if their physical writing space is private – or if it’s mobile, the neighbourhood internet café or university library?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In THE WRITING ROOM, QWF members talk about their writing space and writing process. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gggggggggggggggggggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8787 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAURA FABIANI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ghgh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395099774288465666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/St8-qQZBDwI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2ywA1idSweQ/s400/LFabiani-Office.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Laura's office in the den&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I first started writing seriously, I wrote wherever I happened to be. At the park, at the pool, even at Fundomondo, while my kids climbed and hollered from the jungle gym. The best place was always in my bedroom, late afternoon sunshine streaming in, cocooning me in its warmth as I sat at a tiny desk and wrote to my heart’s content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things quickly changed as I began writing more extensively and launched my NouveauWriter Web site. The mounting books, paperwork, and reference material threatened to take over our sleeping sanctuary, prompting my husband to give up his space in the basement den in exchange for my writing space in the bedroom. I whooped with joy at the prospect of having a large, well-organized writing corner all to myself. But I lost Mr. Sunshine. The den’s north facing window barely let in enough light to satisfy a mole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I battled with my need for the nourishing light of the sun versus my obsession to be well set up with everything at my fingertips. I finally opted for the office in the den. However, not all my writing is done there. As I work on my second novel,&lt;/em&gt; The Red Cloak&lt;em&gt;, a YA time-travel story of a young woman’s legacy to secretly protect sacred ancient writings, my family has become accustomed to seeing me with a pencil and notebook in hand. I sit wherever the comforting rays of sunshine soothe my soul as it journeys through the imaginary worlds I create solely with my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA FABIANI&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; is the author of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Daughter of Mine&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;and the founder of NouveauWriter.com, an online resource for new and aspiring writers. She currently teaches creative writing workshops in both English and French at the Saul Bellow Library, and blogs about books at Library of Clean Reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lkl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/St896wodFKI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Pi519i_ueLU/s1600-h/cover_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395098958309430434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/St896wodFKI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Pi519i_ueLU/s200/cover_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laurafabiani.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;www.laurafabiani.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nouveauwriter.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;www.nouveauwriter.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://libraryofcleanreads.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;libraryofcleanreads.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-7168653817934195228?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/7168653817934195228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=7168653817934195228' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/7168653817934195228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/7168653817934195228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/10/writing-room.html' title='The Writing Room'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/St8-qQZBDwI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2ywA1idSweQ/s72-c/LFabiani-Office.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-8086984880826981895</id><published>2009-10-13T09:07:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:10:01.111-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quebec authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quebec non-fiction'/><title type='text'>ON MY BOOKSHELF – the iPod EDITION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ON MY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ON MY BOOKSHELF asks QWF authors what they're reading, perusing, consulting, reconsidering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this special edition, Eric Siblin, the author of &lt;em&gt;The Cello Suites: J. S. Bach, Pablo Casals, and the Search for a Baroque Masterpiece&lt;/em&gt;, talks about what he’s currently listening to (instead of what he’s reading).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a peek at his iPod – including Eric’s Exercise Mix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ERIC SIBLIN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/StR-bDqs2LI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/HKvegv2zHTg/s1600-h/siblin+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392073657175300274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/StR-bDqs2LI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/HKvegv2zHTg/s200/siblin+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As soon as I finished writing a book about Bach’s &lt;em&gt;Cello Suites,&lt;/em&gt; my ears felt suddenly free. After immersing myself in so much classical music, from Alkan to Zelenka, and Bach, Bach, Bach, I figured I would remove the powdered wig, let down my hair and rock out. Having force-fed myself all this serious fare, there was the slightly bitter aftertaste of sonic spinach, as if the highbrow harmonies were in my system only because they were good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I came to like the classical taste a great deal. It is now part of me. At the same time, I’ve regained the freedom to listen to whatever turns my crank, bending genres with rhythmic abandon. “Music is music,” the serious classical composer Alban Berg reassured George Gershwin in a scene from Alex Ross’s terrific book, &lt;em&gt;The Rest is Noise&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is also mood-centric. What works at one time may not cut it at another point. J.S. Bach produces a certain thrill and James Brown another. There are times when “The St. Matthew Passion” cannot hold a candle to “I Got You (I Feel Good)” and other times when J.S Bach blows the Godfather of Soul out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s some of what’s jockeying for position on my iPod, with music for many moods, ranging from Lisa Gerrard for a trance-like state to Sufjan Stevens for a frothy pop feeling to Wilco for alt-country road trips; Tricky, The Tragically Hip and Mick Harvey to increase the beats-per-minute for exercise; and Bach for, well, Bach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my iPod:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNY LEWIS &amp;amp; THE WATSON TWINS – Rabbit Fur Coat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLIVE – Extra Virgin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. S. BACH – Cello Sonatas (Martha Argerich and Mischa Maisky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILCO – Wilco (The Album)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMADOU &amp;amp; MARIAME – Dimanche à Bamako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIBELIUS – Symphonies Nos. 1 and 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEDESKI, MARTIN &amp;amp; WOOD – Last Chance to Dance Trance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. S. BACH – 6 Suites per violoncello solo senza basso (Pieter Wispelwey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARC RIBOT – Marc Ribot y Los Cubanos Postizos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MESSIAEN – Quartet for the End of Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISA GERARD &amp;amp; PIETER BOURKE – Duality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. S. BACH – Cantatas with violoncello piccolo, BWV 180, 49, 115 (Christophe Coin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extracts from my Exercise Mix:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TRICKY, Black Steel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MICK HARVEY, Requiem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TRAGICALLY HIP, Fireworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HIS NAME IS ALIVE, Everything Takes Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;RADIOHEAD, Pearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ERIC SIBLIN&lt;/strong&gt; is an award-winning journalist and filmmaker and former pop music critic at the Montreal&lt;/em&gt; Gazette&lt;em&gt;. His documentary,&lt;/em&gt; Word Slingers&lt;em&gt;, which explores the wacky subculture of competitive Scrabble tournaments, won a Jury Award at the Yorkton Short Film &amp;amp; Video Festival. He also co-directed the documentary&lt;/em&gt; In Search of Sleep: An Insomniac’s Journey&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; The Cello Suites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;, his first book, has been nominated for the Pearson Writers’ Trust Non-Fiction Prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ericsiblin.com/"&gt;http://www.ericsiblin.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anansi.ca/"&gt;http://www.anansi.ca/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-8086984880826981895?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/8086984880826981895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=8086984880826981895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/8086984880826981895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/8086984880826981895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-my-bookshelf-ipod-edition.html' title='ON MY BOOKSHELF – the iPod EDITION!'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/StR-bDqs2LI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/HKvegv2zHTg/s72-c/siblin+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-8010343671221625870</id><published>2009-10-12T19:44:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T09:06:12.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quebec authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qubec fiction'/><title type='text'>RECENTLY LAUNCHED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I Have Loved and Hidden It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;by Elise Moser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kjkj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"The heart is a strange fruit ... Elise Moser is an expert at peeling back its thick rind of sorrow, fear, and guilt to expose the love concealed beneath. &lt;em&gt;Because I Have Loved and Hidden It&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;is a sophisticated and graceful debut."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Neil Smith, &lt;em&gt;Bang Crunch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/StPAi3y9iMI/AAAAAAAAAjI/175cTeJ5Thw/s1600-h/Because+I+Have+Loved+and+Hidden+It+Final+Cover.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391864884218398914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/StPAi3y9iMI/AAAAAAAAAjI/175cTeJ5Thw/s320/Because+I+Have+Loved+and+Hidden+It+Final+Cover.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Julia is&lt;/span&gt; in limbo. Her mother has just died and her married lover, Nicholas, has gone missing in Morocco. Thirsting for love, for sex, for connection, she grasps at the trailing threads of those who have left her behind: a birth certificate, issued two years before she was born and kept secret from her; and memories of Nicholas, his touch, his scent, his every action consuming her waking moments and filling her lonely nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mm &lt;/span&gt;Her need to fill the void is so great that when Deepa, Nicholas's wife, walks through her door, they begin a passionate affair, carried along by desire and desperation. This — along with the mysterious birth certificate — leads Julia to question where she fits in other peoples’ lives, and where she has fallen through the cracks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lkj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elise Moser&lt;/strong&gt;’s short stories have won the CBC/QWF Short Story Competition in 2004 and 2006 and been published and broadcast in Canada, the U.S., and across the Commonwealth. She is the literary editor of &lt;em&gt;The Rover&lt;/em&gt;, an electronic independent review of arts and culture. Elise lives in Montreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lkj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cormorant Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cormorantbooks.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.cormorantbooks.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-8010343671221625870?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/8010343671221625870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=8010343671221625870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/8010343671221625870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/8010343671221625870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/10/recently-launched.html' title='RECENTLY LAUNCHED!'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/StPAi3y9iMI/AAAAAAAAAjI/175cTeJ5Thw/s72-c/Because+I+Have+Loved+and+Hidden+It+Final+Cover.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-655782178453634700</id><published>2009-07-16T12:25:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:18:34.099-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quebec fiction'/><title type='text'>The Writing Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ever wonder where writers write, how they write and why, if their physical writing space is private – or if it’s mobile, the neighbourhood internet café or university library?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Here's the return of THE WRITING ROOM, a regular Blog feature profiling a QWF member’s writing space and writing process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gggggggggggggggggggg&lt;/span&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;8787&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;CLAIRE HOLDEN ROTHMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/Sl9WOOlBy3I/AAAAAAAAAi4/SydG_MZv8u4/s1600-h/Claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359096884025740146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/Sl9WOOlBy3I/AAAAAAAAAi4/SydG_MZv8u4/s400/Claire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Where Claire Writes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not particularly sensitive to space and my work room is functional rather than beautiful, with a shelf of books on one side and a window overlooking the garden on the other. It’s just off the kitchen, so I can stir soups for my sons on breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need much to write, just a flat surface for my laptop. When my children were small I learned to concentrate, and I can now work just about anywhere, with all kinds of noise and activity around me. I usually use paper in the planning stages of a book or short story. You can see my fiction notebooks and most recent journals piled on the bookshelf. Dictionaries and style books fill the lower shelves because of my day job as a translator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two reproductions hang on the walls: a forest of back-lit trees by Emily Carr (which you can’t see) and the sleeping body of a girl with an upturned face (which you can). The sleeping girl is Marie-Thérèse Walter, who fell in love with Pablo Picasso when she was seventeen and inspired him to fill his canvasses with love and light. It’s a voluptuous, dreamy painting that I stare at when the words won’t come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;CLAIRE HOLDEN ROTHMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; is a Montreal fiction writer and translator whose novel,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The Heart Specialist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;was published this past spring and has been on the bestseller list for 18 weeks as of this posting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As a young girl living in the late nineteenth century, Agnes White is drawn to the “wrong” things. Growing up, she finds herself fascinated by microscopes, dissections, and anatomy – hobbies that deem her unladylike. Yet despite the criticism of those around her, and the obstacles set in place preventing women from assuming traditional male roles, Agnes chooses to pursue her calling to become a doctor, even if it means taking on the illustrious medical establishment at McGill University.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/Sl923gvxqAI/AAAAAAAAAjA/rvT1T28IsCc/s1600-h/The+Heart+Specialist+COVER.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359132777649383426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/Sl923gvxqAI/AAAAAAAAAjA/rvT1T28IsCc/s200/The+Heart+Specialist+COVER.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Inspired by the life of Dr. Maude Abbott, &lt;em&gt;The Heart Specialist&lt;/em&gt; is a testament to the power of will and perseverance. Agnes White is proof that in a world on the brink of change anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an excerpt, visit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.claireholdenrothman.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;www.claireholdenrothman.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cormorant Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cormorantbooks.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;www.cormorantbooks.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-655782178453634700?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/655782178453634700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=655782178453634700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/655782178453634700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/655782178453634700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/07/writing-room.html' title='The Writing Room'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/Sl9WOOlBy3I/AAAAAAAAAi4/SydG_MZv8u4/s72-c/Claire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-1265831757907435195</id><published>2009-07-07T13:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:05:59.294-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quebec non-fiction'/><title type='text'>RECENTLY LAUNCHED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lklk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Idiocy: A Cultural History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;by Patrick McDonagh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lklk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355778137268588642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SlOL1veykGI/AAAAAAAAAio/jx5edjx8QEM/s400/idiocy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;gh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“At times, Idiocy reads like the history of a natural disaster or the build-up to war: we know the story will lead somehow from the fool as a happy innocent to the segregation, sterilisation and demonisation of generations of people with cognitive disabilities, but McDonagh makes that process fascinating and complex. Far from being a niche history of limited interest, McDonagh's careful and eclectic scholarship makes the case for idiocy as a crucial subject for readers interested in literature, medicine, psychology, gender, family, property, inheritance, romanticism, rationality, sensation fiction, technology, institution-building, religion, crime and civil society.” &lt;em&gt;THE&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Times Higher Education&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fgf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Liverpool University Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liverpool-unipress.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;www.liverpool-unipress.co.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seeing as Patrick is such an expert on the subject, he was kind enough (or just plain foolish?) to put together an idiot’s guide to…idiocy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things You Didn’t Know About Idiocy&lt;br /&gt;by Patrick McDonagh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You’re an idiot? Then you’re a private person, and not a public one who got to run the polis and all – at least, that’s what it meant in Greek. When the word came into English in the 12th or 13th century, it was used to single out knights who held land as “tenants” of the king but who didn’t seem up to managing their land and responsibilities. So they were declared idiots, and all their land and money was taken away from them. But you needed something to lose to be formally found an idiot. If you were a peasant (and who wasn’t?!?) you were pretty much an idiot anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. “Imbecility in females is a great enhancement of their personal charms,” at least as far as most men were concerned, said Jane Austen. If male “idiot” characters in novels and plays have no money, the women have no discretion. They’re always getting themselves in trouble with guys….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Maybe women are not as smart as men for bodily reasons – maybe their physiology itself was imbecilic! That was Bernard de Mandeville’s theory. Thanks to the “imbecility of the Contexture of Spirits in Women,” he wrote in 1711, “One Hours intense Thinking wastes the Spirits more in a Woman, than six in a Man.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. So what caused “idiocy”? American physician and activist Samuel Gridley Howe, who wrote On the Causes of Idiocy in the 1840s, figured he knew: “Where there was so much suffering there must have been sin.” And one of the big sins was – gasp! – masturbation. It was a “monster so hideous in mien, so disgusting in feature, altogether so beastly and loathsome, that, in very shame and cowardice, it hides its ugly head by day, and, vampyre-like, sucks the very life-blood from its victims by night.” Golly! His peers in the UK weren’t so convinced by the masturbation theory – at least, they didn’t talk about it much…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Fancy a drink? Oops – that’s another sin. Studying 359 “idiots,” Howe identified 99 as the children of confirmed drunkards – and, he notes, the parents of most of the others were probably boozers too. So, he figured, “directly and indirectly, alcohol is productive of a great proportion of the idiocy which now burdens the commonwealth.” Again, the Brits weren’t as convinced – but then they did like their pints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. All this worry about sin would eventually catch up to those Brits, too. The 1913 Mental Deficiency Act included ‘moral imbecility,’ the “drugs and sex and rock and roll” category. Too much drugs &amp;amp; sex &amp;amp; music-hall entertainment and you could find yourself being carted off to the asylum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Whatever you do, don’t look! The ‘maternal impressions theory’ said that if a pregnant woman were frightened by something unusual, she might eventually give birth to another unusual something. As late as 1904, the American physician Martin Barr described a boy “born … with a thick growth of reddish hair on back and chest,” whose “mother, during pregnancy, was chased by a cow.” He had another example from his practice, too: “A woman three months pregnant attending a circus was much frightened by a ‘freak’ exhibited under the name of ‘What is it?’ Her child – an idiot girl – born at full term, presented a most extraordinary Calibanish appearance,” he wrote. Of course, being a modern scientist, Barr didn’t call these maternal impressions so much as a “latent neurosis” just waiting for a chance to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When John Langdon Down was coming up with a name for a condition he had discovered in the early 1860s, he didn’t call it Down’s Syndrome. That name appeared in the 1960s. Down called it Mongolism because he thought that folks with this condition really were exhibiting an evolutionary regression to a lower-than-Anglo-Saxon form of human, the Mongol. Of course, he also identified Negroid, Malay, and Caucasoid idiots, but they didn’t catch on like the Mongols. Down used this finding to claim that all humans came from the same branch of primate ancestor, and thus it was wrong to enslave others – this was the monogenist argument, as opposed to the polygenist position that said, “Hmmm, these people seem to have evolved from different kinds of apes than those we came from. Maybe it’s OK to make them our slaves.” In reality, the condition, also known as Trisomy 21, is caused by an extra 21st chromosome.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;lklk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355778962154679842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SlOMlwa9biI/AAAAAAAAAiw/eYJgkgifmBE/s320/Pat-waving.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.patrickmcdonagh.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.patrickmcdonagh.net/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-1265831757907435195?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1265831757907435195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=1265831757907435195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/1265831757907435195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/1265831757907435195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/07/recently-launched.html' title='RECENTLY LAUNCHED!'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SlOL1veykGI/AAAAAAAAAio/jx5edjx8QEM/s72-c/idiocy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-8590326558310631967</id><published>2009-06-23T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:44:59.441-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quebec poetry'/><title type='text'>RECENTLY LAUNCHED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;jkl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kolkata Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;K. Gandhar Chakravarty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"There's something wistful in the pages, sometimes approaching a metaphorical diaspora of the spirit, and then suddenly there's a sharp magic that bends the light." &lt;em&gt;Yusef Komunyakaa, Pulitzer Prize Winner for Poetry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SkDxM9IZKZI/AAAAAAAAAig/apxnDTnqG-0/s1600-h/1.+KolkataDreamsCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350541562186639762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SkDxM9IZKZI/AAAAAAAAAig/apxnDTnqG-0/s400/1.+KolkataDreamsCover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This collection of travel poetry explores the idealization of India against the realities of its westernization from the eyes of a Canadian-born Indo-North American discovering his heritage for the first time. Through his Kolkata dreams, the poet seeks the balance between tradition and modernity, particularly in the context of globalization and twenty-first century culture clashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SkDxDfMXBdI/AAAAAAAAAiY/AVB-Os5Mgf4/s1600-h/2.+IFPR+press+conference+with+Mayor+David+Miller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350541399531390418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SkDxDfMXBdI/AAAAAAAAAiY/AVB-Os5Mgf4/s400/2.+IFPR+press+conference+with+Mayor+David+Miller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;K. Gandhar Chakravarty at the First International Festival of Poetry of Resistance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SkDw9y0YzrI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/yz_VB5_fea4/s1600-h/3.+On+Stage+with+Cuba%27s+Poet+Laureate+Nancy+Morejon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350541301720338098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SkDw9y0YzrI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/yz_VB5_fea4/s400/3.+On+Stage+with+Cuba%27s+Poet+Laureate+Nancy+Morejon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;With Cuba's Poet Laureate Nancy Morejon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SkDw2ou2YvI/AAAAAAAAAiI/qcavdT8eyv8/s1600-h/4..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350541178753671922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SkDw2ou2YvI/AAAAAAAAAiI/qcavdT8eyv8/s320/4..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;K. Gandhar Chakravarty is a Montreal poet, musician and scholar. His poems have been published throughout the world and several have been translated into Bengali, his mother tongue. Gandhar’s band, Far From Shore (FFS), released their first first album, Wazo, in 2006. FFS’s music video for the bilingual love song, “Amané,” was nominated for a 2007 CraveFest music video award. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;jkl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8th House Publishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.8thhousepublishing.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;www.8thhousepublishing.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-8590326558310631967?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/8590326558310631967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=8590326558310631967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/8590326558310631967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/8590326558310631967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/06/recently-launched_19.html' title='RECENTLY LAUNCHED!'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SkDxM9IZKZI/AAAAAAAAAig/apxnDTnqG-0/s72-c/1.+KolkataDreamsCover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-7346681938739188948</id><published>2009-06-22T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:05:40.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A taste of Montreal in Toronto</title><content type='html'>Two of my favorite Montreal authors will be reading in Toronto on Friday. So if you happen to be in Hogtown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SkDuLweqwNI/AAAAAAAAAhw/jkg_aQcW5hI/s1600-h/pastedGraphic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350538243075653842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SkDuLweqwNI/AAAAAAAAAhw/jkg_aQcW5hI/s400/pastedGraphic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-7346681938739188948?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/7346681938739188948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=7346681938739188948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/7346681938739188948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/7346681938739188948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/06/taste-of-montreal-in-toronto.html' title='A taste of Montreal in Toronto'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SkDuLweqwNI/AAAAAAAAAhw/jkg_aQcW5hI/s72-c/pastedGraphic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-3981403576449851853</id><published>2009-06-12T14:27:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:55:03.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RECENTLY LAUNCHED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ghg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SjKexx2kwnI/AAAAAAAAAho/YMeJ6KFE2Qc/s1600-h/angus+bell+cover.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346510285675217522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SjKexx2kwnI/AAAAAAAAAho/YMeJ6KFE2Qc/s400/angus+bell+cover.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;In &lt;em&gt;Batting on the Bosphorus&lt;/em&gt;, a hilarious and eccentric traveler’s tale, Scotsman Angus Bell leaves Montreal and sets off in his Škoda to discover a hidden cricketing world across central and Eastern Europe. From Estonia to Crimea, Bell learns that Slavs are playing the Englishman’s game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between games, Bell is pursued by the KGB, becomes embroiled in a drug bust on the Midnight Express and seeks emergency treatment from a Romanian dentist. His travel companions include a Guatemalan anarchist, a Ukrainian chicken and a tobacco farmer who played cricket and rugby for Rhodesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had a chat with Angus where I wasn’t the only skirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Ukranian chicken is among your travel companions in&lt;/em&gt; Batting on the Bosphorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. What was her name? Did she travel light? What was the nature of your relationship -- did she provide you with breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmm &lt;/span&gt;I think her name was Nadya, which means 'hope.' I don't know the names of her twenty chicks. Nadya travelled inside a Hugo Boss bag, with her children in a shoe box. Our relationship was strictly professional. She was a chick in need of a ride; I had a Skoda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lklk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's so surprising about Slavs playing the Englishman's game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt; Like syphilis, cricket spread around the world thanks to British soldiers, but Eastern Europe wasn't one of their hot spots. It's like finding hockey in Congo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mmm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is a "beer-drinking, armchair wannabe?" Name names, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt; Sounds like my old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Canadian Club? (One-word response, please.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt; Ginger ale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sortilege?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt; Criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said that back in Montreal you are "continuing to build the life of a MEDIA SLUT (without the cocaine)." Is chocolate the new cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt; I think chocolate is older than cocaine. Cricket is the new crack – it is all consuming, tears families apart, makes it near impossible to hold a job and is financially ruinous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mmm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What does your Romanian dentist think about the chocolate addiction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt; She recommends a box before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The following is reprinted from Angus's fabulous website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angusjjbell.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;www.angusjjbell.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mmm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Scotsman in Quebec&lt;br /&gt;by Angus Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a 23-year-old Scotsman, I can’t imagine there were many like me who migrated to Quebec at the start of winter with their cricket bat. I'm here because, while gardening in Romania last summer, I met Candy, a Quebecoise whose family owns a chocolate factory. After securing a one-year work visa at great expense, I pursued this dangerous woman to begin a new life in Montreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The move has demanded adjustments on all sides. Two weeks ago, I noticed Candy’s mum reading the romance novel, Taming the Scotsman. Meanwhile, I've had to forsake wearing my kilt, for fear of losing a limb. In Scotland, it never dips below minus sixteen. Here, it takes me twenty minutes to dress up like a tartan ninja just to check the mailbox in the lobby. I see people going to the shop – sorry, store – on skis. In Canada, I walk down something called a sidewalk, not a pavement. When two inches of snow fall in Britain, the motorways become car parks and the headlines scream, “Country In Crisis!” In Montreal, people can lose their cars and cats until spring melt. When it began to thaw I found myself sweating at four degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;llll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I say I’m going on a two-hour drive in the UK, people normally respond with, “Wow! Will you be stopping overnight? Do you need me to feed the cat?” But in this big continent, people drive an hour for cheaper petrol. I mean gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I think of the buildings in Europe, it seems they were fashioned in an era of dwarves. Till I came to Canada, I’d never seen anything the size of the CN Tower, let alone our refrigerator. It’s like the gateway to Narnia. And restaurant portions are calorific. I’m used to leaving restaurants in Scotland with hunger, not doggy bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy and I have undergone transition in the home, too. She recently purchased an apartment on the Plateau, which smelled like old lady and 20 years' cigarettes. We spent a fortnight washing cat hair from the walls and painting over the pink. The next task was finding a flatmate. After turning down a family of four from Mexico, an illegal immigrant from Burundi, and being abandoned by a seven-foot German exiled from the US, we settled with Eriko, a Japanese student; female, non-smoker. Always safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, all in all, the transition has been a success, and as soon as Candy gets Taming the Scotsman off her mum, life might settle down a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Batting on the Bosphorus:&lt;br /&gt;A Liquor-Fueled Cricket Tour through Eastern Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;by Angus Bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Greystone Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angusjjbell.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;www.angusjjbell.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-3981403576449851853?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/3981403576449851853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=3981403576449851853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/3981403576449851853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/3981403576449851853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/06/recently-launched_1013.html' title='RECENTLY LAUNCHED!'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SjKexx2kwnI/AAAAAAAAAho/YMeJ6KFE2Qc/s72-c/angus+bell+cover.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-7651371428620846923</id><published>2009-06-12T11:07:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:59:49.981-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qubec fiction'/><title type='text'>Bloody, bloody words</title><content type='html'>Michael Blair and Louise Penny were among the QWF authors attending &lt;strong&gt;Bloody Words&lt;/strong&gt;, the annual Canadian Mystery Conference held in Ottawa last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346460541313948514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SjJxiRqpG2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Oh2A_T2R-8o/s400/Blair+1+Ink+vs+Electron-BLoody+Words+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In addition to bloody matters, the conference explored other weighty issues. For example, the &lt;strong&gt;Ink vs Electron &lt;/strong&gt;panel (above), moderated by our own Michael Blair, was about the very future of THE BOOK as we know it: Is the e-book the inevitable future? If so, what form will it take? Is the Kindle the equivalent of the clay tablet? What are the implications for writers, publishers, libraries, book stores, readers, collectors? How do authors sign an e-book? How will the industry deal with piracy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From left to right: Michael Blair (writer), Rick Blechta (writer), Alex Brett (writer), Michael Murphy (librarian), Linda Wiken (writer and bookseller).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Several (mostly) Quebec English-language writers took a break at a local pub during the conference, pictured in the photo below. All are also members of Crime Writers of Canada, Quebec and Atlantic chapters. From left to right: Michael Whitehead, Louise Penny, NAT (Nancy) Grant, Patricia Flewwelling, Michael Blair, Pamela Callow, Kathy-Diane Leveille, and Anne Emery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SjJw-2ORFrI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ygdcSEG-Wkw/s1600-h/Blair+2+Q%26A-Bloody+Words+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346459932651755186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SjJw-2ORFrI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ygdcSEG-Wkw/s400/Blair+2+Q%26A-Bloody+Words+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Blair&lt;/strong&gt; is one busy sleuth! In addition to trying to save the book industry, his fifth mystery was just published. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;popo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SjJy8cFfY5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/GQOEmF41xY8/s1600-h/Blair-Cover-72dpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346462090299138962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SjJy8cFfY5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/GQOEmF41xY8/s320/Blair-Cover-72dpi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depth of Field, a Granville Island Mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Michael Blair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michaelblair.ca/"&gt;http://www.michaelblair.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Blair is a polished storyteller, poised to take his place among the best in Canada today.” &lt;em&gt;The Hamilton Spectator&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographer Tom McCall’s only regret about accepting an assignment from the beautiful Anna Waverley to photograph her boat for a potential buyer is that he has double-booked himself and needs to hand the assignment over to his partner and best friend, Bobbi. En route to the assignment, Bobbi is brutally beaten and left for dead. As Bobbi lies in a coma, McCall searches for an explanation for the attack. Learning that Anna Waverley doesn’t actually own the boat she was supposedly interested in selling, and that the woman claiming to be Anna Waverley may have been an imposter, McCall believes he knows where to start his investigation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lklk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depth of Field&lt;/em&gt; is the third in Michael's Granville Island Mysteries series. The first, &lt;em&gt;If Looks Could Kill&lt;/em&gt;, was a finalist for the Chapters/Robertson Davies Prize and was shortlisted for the QWF First Book Prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dundurn Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dundurn.com/"&gt;dundurn.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-7651371428620846923?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/7651371428620846923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=7651371428620846923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/7651371428620846923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/7651371428620846923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/06/bloody-bloody-words.html' title='Bloody, bloody words'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SjJxiRqpG2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Oh2A_T2R-8o/s72-c/Blair+1+Ink+vs+Electron-BLoody+Words+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-968446219204378616</id><published>2009-06-12T10:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:01:21.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RECENTLY LAUNCHED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;jkjk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Pangborn Defence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by Norm Sibum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SjJs9wRfjlI/AAAAAAAAAgw/D9iFx3kZYOo/s1600-h/Sibum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346455515828293202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SjJs9wRfjlI/AAAAAAAAAgw/D9iFx3kZYOo/s320/Sibum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Pangborn Defence&lt;/em&gt; marks a departure from Norm’s previous verse, and will be something of a surprise for those who have followed his career over the last thirty years. A suite of poems as letters to personages both real and imagined, there are political undertones to many rarely seen in Sibum’s ouevre. But there is still the same attention to detail, the same craftsmanship, humour, love and originality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biblioasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:biblioasis@biblioasis.com"&gt;biblioasis@biblioasis.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-968446219204378616?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/968446219204378616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=968446219204378616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/968446219204378616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/968446219204378616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/06/recently-launched_12.html' title='RECENTLY LAUNCHED!'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SjJs9wRfjlI/AAAAAAAAAgw/D9iFx3kZYOo/s72-c/Sibum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-8833390516036835657</id><published>2009-06-10T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:03:32.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Bookshelf Returns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Launched in February, ON MY BOOKSHELF asks QWF authors what they're currently reading, perusing, consulting, reconsidering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MAT&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SifKUh2wn6I/AAAAAAAAAgg/WUzVB74yVko/s1600-h/Matana+Roberts+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461936932626338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SifKUh2wn6I/AAAAAAAAAgg/WUzVB74yVko/s320/Matana+Roberts+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ANA ROBERTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn based sound artist Matana (mah-tah-nah) Roberts is the creator of &lt;em&gt;FAT RAGGED&lt;/em&gt;, a 'zine about her struggles as a performing artist. Matana recently taught a four-week ‘zine session in an after-school youth program in Montreal as part of the &lt;strong&gt;QWF’s Writers in the Community&lt;/strong&gt;. A Saxophonist/ Improviser/Composer/21st Century Sound Conceptualist Griot, Matana is the recipient of national commissions, residencies and awards and has appeared as a leader and collaborator on recordings and performances in Canada, the U.S. and Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"here’s my top ten list of favourite zines. tho my faves change all the time as there is so much out there. here are my recent picks in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Doris&lt;/em&gt; by Cindy Crabb&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Cometbus&lt;/em&gt; by Aaron Elliot&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Green Zine&lt;/em&gt; by Christy C Road&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;The Match&lt;/em&gt; by Fred Woodworth&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;I'm Johnny and I don't give a Fuck&lt;/em&gt; by Andy&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;My Evil Twin Sister &lt;/em&gt;by Amber Gayle and Stacey Forte&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;boxcutter &lt;/em&gt;by Jermey Useless&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;brainscan &lt;/em&gt;by Alex Wrekk&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;east village Inky&lt;/em&gt; by Ayun Halliday&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;Adventures in Menstruating&lt;/em&gt; by Cella Quint"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matanaroberts.com/"&gt;http://www.matanaroberts.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info on Writers in the Community, visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://qwf.org/programs/wic"&gt;http://qwf.org/programs/wic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Peggy Curran’s fabulous story on the program in &lt;em&gt;The Gazette&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.montrealgazette.com/News/journey+from+streetwise+sonnets/1607465/story.html"&gt;http://www.montrealgazette.com/News/journey+from+streetwise+sonnets/1607465/story.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-8833390516036835657?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/8833390516036835657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=8833390516036835657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/8833390516036835657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/8833390516036835657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-my-bookshelf-returns.html' title='On My Bookshelf Returns!'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SifKUh2wn6I/AAAAAAAAAgg/WUzVB74yVko/s72-c/Matana+Roberts+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-3946940997679800180</id><published>2009-06-08T08:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:04:09.697-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qubec fiction'/><title type='text'>RECENTLY LAUNCHED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SifDQskBxeI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8jkulAs4RWw/s1600-h/McGregor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343454174505977314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SifDQskBxeI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8jkulAs4RWw/s320/McGregor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Two Trails Narrow&lt;/em&gt; is many things at once: a heady adventure novel, a hell of a war story and a powerful condemnation of our country's brutal residential school system. Ultimately, McGregor's tale is gripping, honest and a super page-turner. An impressive Indigenous debut." &lt;strong&gt;Joseph Boyden&lt;/strong&gt;, author of &lt;em&gt;Through Black Spruce&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Three Day Road&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;vbn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two Trails Narrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen McGregor&lt;br /&gt;Theytus Books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theytus.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.theytus.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-3946940997679800180?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/3946940997679800180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=3946940997679800180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/3946940997679800180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/3946940997679800180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/06/recently-launched.html' title='RECENTLY LAUNCHED!'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SifDQskBxeI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8jkulAs4RWw/s72-c/McGregor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-5749481840657876481</id><published>2009-06-05T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:03:02.223-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quebec authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qubec fiction'/><title type='text'>CONGRATULATIONS Ami!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Canadian Jewish Book Awards were held in Toronto in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fgh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SifHhlRXx1I/AAAAAAAAAgY/VPXQNbHUIQM/s1600-h/ami+presentation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343458862652966738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SifHhlRXx1I/AAAAAAAAAgY/VPXQNbHUIQM/s320/ami+presentation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ami Sands Brodoff received the&lt;br /&gt;2009 Beatrice and Martin Fischer Award in Fiction for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The White Space Between. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SifHXWcYPrI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/dslaGIkmZ7Y/s1600-h/ami+accepts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343458686873910962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SifHXWcYPrI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/dslaGIkmZ7Y/s320/ami+accepts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From Ami’s acceptance speech:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;fgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wrote&lt;/em&gt; The White Space &lt;em&gt;Between in honour of my mother-in-law, Brana Hochova, one of nine children from a Hasidic family in Slatinskidoly, a small town in the foothills of the Carpathian Mountains in Czechoslovakia. Brana was a survivor of three concentration camps and lost virtually all of her large family in the Shoah. Like many survivors, Brana chose not to speak about her experience during the Holocaust. Yet, after her death, she left behind a little cassette tape just for family in which she finally spoke about her life. I was struck by the power of voices, of stories, how they live on and possess enduring life behind corporeal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though&lt;/em&gt; The White Space Between &lt;em&gt;is not literally my mother-in-law’s story, it is written in honour of her, and in honour of our lost family and the millions of families like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SifHOsRZaTI/AAAAAAAAAgI/7PaCCsDb7GM/s1600-h/ami+with+Cyntia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343458538114607410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SifHOsRZaTI/AAAAAAAAAgI/7PaCCsDb7GM/s320/ami+with+Cyntia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ami and fiction juror Cynthia Good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Director, Creative Book Publishing Program, Humber College&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://amisandsbrodoff.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://amisandsbrodoff.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chez-ami.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://chez-ami.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-5749481840657876481?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/5749481840657876481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=5749481840657876481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/5749481840657876481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/5749481840657876481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/06/congratulations-ami.html' title='CONGRATULATIONS Ami!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SifHhlRXx1I/AAAAAAAAAgY/VPXQNbHUIQM/s72-c/ami+presentation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-6040874588306215090</id><published>2009-06-03T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:02:23.062-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quebec non-fiction'/><title type='text'>LAUNCHED THIS SPRING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dfdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the Eye of the Wind:&lt;br /&gt;A Travel Memoir of Prewar Japan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by Ron Baenninger and Martin Baenninger &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fgfg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SifEShHtuGI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hmd_skPWF_M/s1600-h/Baenninger+-+In+the+Eye+of+the+Wind+-+for+catalogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343455305305798754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SifEShHtuGI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hmd_skPWF_M/s320/Baenninger+-+In+the+Eye+of+the+Wind+-+for+catalogue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yokohama, a quiet fishing village when Commodore Matthew Perry arrived with his gunboat diplomacy in the mid-1800s, was quickly transformed into a bustling port for international trade. The change brought affluent foreigners to the city but also mobilized Japanese nationalist hostilities. It was in this setting that Ron and Martin Baenninger's Canadian mother and Swiss father met in 1933.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dfdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relying on Ron's early memories, their mother's diary, and the acute memory of their father, who lived to be over one hundred, the Baenningers recount the initial years of their parents' marriage and provide glimpses into relations between Japan and the West from the turn of the century to the onset of the Second World War.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fgfg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;McGill Queen’s University Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mqup.mcgill.ca/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://mqup.mcgill.ca/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-6040874588306215090?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/6040874588306215090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=6040874588306215090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/6040874588306215090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/6040874588306215090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/06/launched-this-spring.html' title='LAUNCHED THIS SPRING!'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SifEShHtuGI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hmd_skPWF_M/s72-c/Baenninger+-+In+the+Eye+of+the+Wind+-+for+catalogue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-2077934068997443585</id><published>2009-06-01T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:02:50.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>QWF Writers Out Loud: June 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;fgfg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANN CHARNEY&lt;/strong&gt; reads from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Distantly Related to Freud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quebecbooks.qwf.org/image/name/94/large480/Charney_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://quebecbooks.qwf.org/image/name/94/large480/Charney_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen, the young heroine of Ann Charney’s new novel, &lt;em&gt;Distantly Related to Freud&lt;/em&gt;, is a woman after my own heart. She dreams of becoming a femme fatale. Her first opportunity comes when she boards a train for New York to visit her cousins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ghgh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;As soon as I was alone in the train compartment, out came the cache of makeup, which I applied carefully, as I’d practiced numerous times. No doubt about it, I thought, looking at myself in the small mirror over the sink: I definitely looked older. To enhance the effect, I pulled my hair into a French twist. Even better. The new hairdo added years to my appearance. Next I reached for my pièce de résistance – my inflatable bra. The bra’s operating mechanism was simple but tricky: you inserted a straw-like plastic reed into the small openings on the side of each cup and blew until you reached the desired size. To achieve symmetry took some time, but wearing the bra, I felt as powerful as Wonder Woman with her magic bracelets. As I headed for the dining car, I hummed the refrain from my favourite song that summer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;You’re no exception to the rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I’m irresistible, you fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh, give in, give in...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ann reads from &lt;em&gt;Distantly Related to Freud&lt;/em&gt; on Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SiQCxtSYvRI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GrEcni-CDdc/s1600-h/Freud+Cover.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342398110961810706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SiQCxtSYvRI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GrEcni-CDdc/s200/Freud+Cover.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;June 4, 7:30pm&lt;/p&gt;Eleanor London Côte Saint-Luc Public Library&lt;br /&gt;5851 Cavendish Blvd.&lt;br /&gt;Côte Saint-Luc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More info: 514-485-6900&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets: $3.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANN CHARNEY was born in Poland and raised in Montreal. She is a novelist, essayist, and journalist, who has an MA in French literature from McGill University and a license dès lettres from the Sorbonne in Paris. Her work has been published in Canada and the U.S., as well as in France, Germany and Italy. She has won two National Magazine Awards, the &lt;em&gt;Chatelaine&lt;/em&gt; Fiction Prize, and the Canadian Authors’ Association Prize and has been named an officer of the French Order of Arts and Letters. &lt;em&gt;Distantly Related to Freud&lt;/em&gt; (Cormorant, 2008) is her most recent book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host GUY RODGERS is Past President of Playwrights' Workshop Montreal (PWM) and was president of both FEWQ and QSPELL when they merged to become the Quebec Writers' Federation (QWF). In the late 80s he served as Executive Director of the newly created Quebec Drama Federation (QDF) and in the early 90s was appointed to the founding Board of le Conseil des Arts et des Letters du Québec (CALQ). He has also served on boards for le Conseil Québécois du Théâtre (CQT) and the Blue Metropolis Literary Festival. In 2005 he received the Quebec Writers' Federation's Community Award for leadership in building communities among artists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-2077934068997443585?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/2077934068997443585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=2077934068997443585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/2077934068997443585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/2077934068997443585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/06/qwf-writers-out-loud-ann-charney.html' title='QWF Writers Out Loud: June 4'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SiQCxtSYvRI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GrEcni-CDdc/s72-c/Freud+Cover.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-2785453512704489627</id><published>2009-03-26T12:10:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:48:29.864-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On My Bookshelf'/><title type='text'>On My Bookshelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOROTHY WILLIAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nmn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;/span&gt;“I have a se&lt;a href="http://www.qwf.org/images/awards/awards_2008_004.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://www.qwf.org/images/awards/awards_2008_004.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cret. I love dictionaries. I know you must think that is weird or strange but I just love them. I have always loved looking at words, mulling over their etymology and their sounds. Even as a kid I always thought of dictionaries and encyclopaedia as close friends. I didn’t smart either when my friends would sneer, “You are a walking dictionary.” Words are what books and life are about – at least I have always felt that way. I am deadly in a game of Scrabble, can play a mean game of Boggle and will try any crossword labelled ‘hard,’ ‘expert’ or ‘challenging.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dictionary collection numbers now in the hundreds. I have bilingual dictionaries, American, British, Canadian, foreign and specialized dictionaries about obscure subjects, crossword dictionaries and word lists of all types. In fact, the weirder and more obscure the list, the better! And if they are old, older than me, I am in seventh heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to watch people’s faces when they walk into my home office. They scan a row of my books once, then twice. Their mouths drop open. Oooh, I caught them! I think the first thing they expect to see are books I have written, books about Blacks in Canada, or books on women, Canadian history or racism. Sure, I have these books in my collection, but not in the first two columns of my floor-to-ceiling shelves. No, they are very surprised to see dictionary after dictionary all lined up, together by height. Some even have little colourful, post-it-notes sticking out of them. Only the very inquisitive will actually ask me about those dictionaries with little slips of paper sticking out of them. If asked I would gladly reveal: Those notes are markers on entries for the word ‘nigger.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, I fancied myself an amateur lexicographer and had even joined the Dictionary Society of America. I read books on the history of the OED and books on the early pioneers of English language dictionaries. I learned about their motivations and how they put together their word lists, but I was really interested in how they selected their entries. With over a million words in the language, I asked, “Why these words and not others?” “Why then have some words been dropped in subsequent editions?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That enquiry was to solve another riddle. I wondered about the word ‘nigger’ – this is way before hip-hop’s appropriation. How had it been used? How did old dictionaries describe it? When did it enter mainstream dictionaries? Who would dare include the word ‘nigger’ without labelling it slang or offensive? I thought then that one day I would put together a couple of articles that married the science and craft of etymology with my personal (albeit, painful) relationship with the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, as my writing took another turn and no articles were forthcoming I am content just to have my dictionary collection. It grows from visiting dusty second hand bookstores, braving the mobs at library book sales, and occasionally getting another one as a gift or even winning one in a contest or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead, just ask me about a word... .”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;DR. DOROTHY W. WILLIAMS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;has penned numerous articles and is the author of the &lt;em&gt;Road to Now: A History of Blacks in Montreal&lt;/em&gt; (1997) and &lt;em&gt;Blacks in Montreal 1628-1986: An Urban Demography&lt;/em&gt; (1989, 2009).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-2785453512704489627?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/2785453512704489627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=2785453512704489627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/2785453512704489627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/2785453512704489627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-on-dorothys-bookshelf.html' title='On My Bookshelf'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-1863499527598611746</id><published>2009-03-09T09:33:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:16:14.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On My Bookshelf'/><title type='text'>On My Bookshelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to a new regular blog feature launched in February!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON MY BOOKSHELF asks QWF authors what they're currently reading, perusing, consulting&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;reconsidering&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the third post in the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;........................................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TESS FRAGOULIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have always been a great fan of the bedtime story and, as a result, there are too many books on my two night tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are there because it is my intention to eventually read them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winter’s Tale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Mark Halperin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Cold Blood &amp;amp; The Complete Stories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Truman Capote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sons and Lovers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by D.H. Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Philosophy Can Tell You About Your Dog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Steven D. Hales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few half-read books that I intend to get back to some day soon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Jan Morris – gorgeous, but too rich to take in all at once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Complete Novels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Jane Austen – I’ve made it through about half, but really, as charming as they are, it is the same story every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are books that I like to dip into:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Folk Tales From Russian Lands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; trans. by Irina Zheleznova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giving Birth to Thunder Sleeping With his Daughter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; edited by Barry Lopez – Native American tales about Coyote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Complete Kama Sutra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; trans. Alain Danielo – but nowhere near as funny as another version I have trans. by Sir Richard Burton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Revenge of the Babysat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Bill Watterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is yet another category of book that got carried into the bedroom for some small bit of research or argument and just ended up in the pile (these will go back to the shelf as soon as I finish writing this):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Only Child&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Pitkeathley &amp;amp; Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Defense of Masochism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Anita Phillips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Most Dangerous Method&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by John Kerr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Secret Symmetry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Aldo Carotenuto – discusses the symbiotic and conflicted relationship between Freud and Jung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Freud Journal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Lou Andreas- Salome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there are a couple of books at the top of the pile that I am actually reading right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marie Antionette&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Antonia Fraser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lay of the Land&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Richard Ford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were books that I began on my recent vacation, and I am committed to finishing them and then carrying them out of the bedroom so perhaps the other dusty and neglected volumes will have a chance at capturing my attention for those 20 minutes before I go to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SbUd5NNzw4I/AAAAAAAAAfg/hc6ruuT1a7c/s1600-h/Shelf+3+-+Tess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311184204190696322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SbUd5NNzw4I/AAAAAAAAAfg/hc6ruuT1a7c/s200/Shelf+3+-+Tess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;TESS FRAGOULIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the author of &lt;em&gt;Stories to Hide from Your Mother&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Ariadne’s Dream&lt;/em&gt;. She is also the editor of &lt;em&gt;Musings: An Anthology of Greek-Canadian Literature &lt;/em&gt;and she teaches writing at Concordia University. Her current project, &lt;em&gt;The Goodtime Girl&lt;/em&gt;, is a novel set in 1920’s Greece and Asia Minor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-1863499527598611746?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1863499527598611746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=1863499527598611746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/1863499527598611746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/1863499527598611746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-my-bookshelf.html' title='On My Bookshelf'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SbUd5NNzw4I/AAAAAAAAAfg/hc6ruuT1a7c/s72-c/Shelf+3+-+Tess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-4618503236456406314</id><published>2009-02-26T09:49:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:11:29.329-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On My Bookshelf'/><title type='text'>On My Book Shelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to a new regular blog feature! ON MY BOOKSHELF asks QWF authors what they're currently reading, perusing, consulting, reconsidering.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LICIA CANTON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here is the pile of books on my night table . . . some I consult occasionally or reread excerpts, others I have not picked up in over a year but have every intention of finishing eventually (&lt;em&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/em&gt;!!!). I am currently reading &lt;em&gt;Cockroach&lt;/em&gt;. I also have a pile on the floor next to my night table – books I plan to read. Needless to say, I haven’t had much time to read lately!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cockroach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Rawi Hage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Devil Out There&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Julie Keith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meditations for Women Who Do Too Much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Anne Wilson Schaef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Is Not Great&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Christopher Hitchens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by J.K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fragrant Garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Day’s Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Petits et grands bonheurs du mariage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Helen Exley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life of Pi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Il Bottone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Elettra Bedon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marrying Hungary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Linda Leith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue Ashes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Jean-Paul Daoust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Sister, My Self&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Vikki Stark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken Soup for the Sister’s Soul 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Origine des Méridiens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Paul Bélanger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quebecbooks.qwf.org/image/name/996/large480/canton.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://quebecbooks.qwf.org/image/name/996/large480/canton.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LICIA CANTON&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;is a Montreal writer, literary critic and translator. She is co-editor of the Canadian literature page of &lt;em&gt;Bibliosofia&lt;/em&gt; and editor-in-chief of &lt;em&gt;Accenti Magazine&lt;/em&gt;. She is also the author of &lt;em&gt;Almond Wine and Fertility&lt;/em&gt;, a collection of short stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-4618503236456406314?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/4618503236456406314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=4618503236456406314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/4618503236456406314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/4618503236456406314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-my-book-shelf.html' title='On My Book Shelf'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-6477735515335131345</id><published>2009-02-26T09:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:49:19.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-6477735515335131345?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/6477735515335131345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=6477735515335131345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/6477735515335131345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/6477735515335131345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-5255637229999061479</id><published>2009-02-16T09:37:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:13:45.659-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On My Bookshelf'/><title type='text'>DEBUT: On My Bookshelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Welcome to a new regular blog feature!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ON MY BOOKSHELF asks QWF authors what they're currently reading, perusing, consulting, reconsidering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;H. NIGEL THOMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"I am in something of a flurry (guess that means flustered hurry) to finish proofing the manuscript of what I hope would be my next novel before I set off for Guatemala…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished re-reading &lt;em&gt;War and Peace&lt;/em&gt;. Not sure I would have been able to find the time to do so if I were still a full-time professor. I'm overwhelmed by the vastness of Tolstoy's canvas and it's good to be reminded that the tyranny of power and the lust for wealth have always been with us. War too: a scourge at the beginning of the nineteenth century, an even greater scourge at the beginning of the twenty-first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be taking Rana Bose's &lt;em&gt;The Fourth Canvas&lt;/em&gt; to Guatemala. There I hope to read Marquez's &lt;em&gt;Cien Años de Soledad&lt;/em&gt; and Asturias's &lt;em&gt;Viento Fuerte&lt;/em&gt; in Spanish.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;To justify spending two months away from winter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quebecbooks.qwf.org/image/name/511/large480/nigel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://quebecbooks.qwf.org/image/name/511/large480/nigel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H. NIGEL THOMAS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;grew up on the Caribbean island of Saint Vincent, spent 18 years teaching at Université Laval in Quebec City, and now lives and writes in Montreal. His most recent novel is &lt;em&gt;Return to Acadia&lt;/em&gt; (TSAR, 2007).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-5255637229999061479?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/5255637229999061479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=5255637229999061479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/5255637229999061479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/5255637229999061479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-my-bookshelf.html' title='DEBUT: On My Bookshelf'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-4783427067579263514</id><published>2009-02-15T18:10:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:16:21.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Writing Room'/><title type='text'>DEBUT: The Writing Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever wonder where writers write, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how they write and why, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if their physical writing space is private – &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or if it’s mobile, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the neighbourhood &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;internet &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;café or university library?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;This week kicks off THE WRITING ROOM, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;a regular Blog&lt;/span&gt; feature &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;profiling &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a QWF member’s writing space &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and writing process.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kjkjkjkjk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;AMI SANDS BRODOFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SZC4FyGKd-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/FOBpPLuayH0/s1600-h/ami+office+2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300939170901555170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SZC4FyGKd-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/FOBpPLuayH0/s400/ami+office+2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ami's writing room, upstairs in her NDG home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Here is my “room of one’s own,” my haven and sanctuaire. I savour my solitude here, like water or food, and fight to protect the space around my writing, always challenging with the splintering claims on my time. All of my work deals in some way with the tension between inside and outside: I always write with the door shut tight, but with a view out my spacious window. I gaze at the ever-changing streetscape, today the inky, lace-like silhouettes of winter-warped trees, the silvery snow and pewter sky, and dream and write, write and dream. Daydreaming is essential: when I’m relaxed, I trick myself into getting started, always terrifying. What’s inside can be as frightening—more so—than what is outside. Most of my fiction springs from obsession: what keeps me up at night, what disturbs me, what I can’t stop thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cherish my privacy, yet surround myself with reminders of my loved ones: photos, art, poems, and treasures, which each possess their own story. I suit up for work in a cozy dressing gown and fuzzy slippers, fuelled by rich, aromatic coffee and a refresher of mineral water and a splash of whatever juice we have on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I’m writing and imagining into a new novel about a brother and sister, orphans whose parents—a travel writer and photographer—drowned while on assignment. While the siblings are in Malta, trying to uncover what happened to their parents, a Libyan migrant floats onto the rocky shore, barely alive. Daunted, yet hopeful, I sip my coffee and gaze out that window…and now back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMI SANDS BRODOFF&lt;/strong&gt; is an award-winning novelist and short story writer. Her novel, &lt;em&gt;The White Space Between&lt;/em&gt;, will be released in the U.S. this spring. She is also the author of the volume of stories, &lt;em&gt;Bloodknots&lt;/em&gt;, and the novel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Can You See Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://amisandsbrodoff.com/"&gt;Amisandsbrodoff.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chez-ami.blogspot.com/"&gt;chez-ami.blogspot.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Photo: Tobias Atkin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-4783427067579263514?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/4783427067579263514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=4783427067579263514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/4783427067579263514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/4783427067579263514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/02/debut-writing-room.html' title='DEBUT: The Writing Room'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SZC4FyGKd-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/FOBpPLuayH0/s72-c/ami+office+2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746290840376525381.post-6117350568898741562</id><published>2009-02-10T09:48:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:50:06.755-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quebec authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>VALENTINE’S DAY EXCLUSIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;oiopi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;QWF Authors Dish About Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I asked several QWF contributors to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lust for Life:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tales of Sex and Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; some all-important questions about romance, pick-up lines and, of course, Valentine’s Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~ Claude Lalumière ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What's the most romantic thing you have ever said to somebody – or somebody has said to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't know about "ever" but one that comes to mind is, in the middle of a party, a girl whispering to me, "When you're ready, just grab my hand and drag me to bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Use "lust for life" in a pick-up line:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I got nothing. I don't use pick-up lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What will you be doing on Valentine's Day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Writing? Unless I get a better offer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SZDGxNptwPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/BkEiJ8URnNg/s1600-h/claudeLFLv1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300955310195589362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SZDGxNptwPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/BkEiJ8URnNg/s200/claudeLFLv1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Claude...and a good, lusty book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~ Elise Moser ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What's the most romantic thing you have ever said to somebody – or somebody has said to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The most romantic thing anyone ever said to me was when, during a first – but long-awaited – intimate encounter, a lover murmured "Mon amour" to me. A common enough expression, but context, and tone of voice, are everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Use "lust for life" in a pick-up line: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am so not a pick-up line kind of girl. Although if someone said, "Hey, I just bought ten copies of Lust for Life to give to all my friends," it would certainly get my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What will you be doing on Valentine's Day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll be hanging out with my favourite kids, four and six years old. I suspect there will be some holiday-appropriate chocolate involved, and we may even try to make a heart-shaped no-bake cheesecake (go, Martha Stewart!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SZDGsxMZG6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/7utnrjC2U6Y/s1600-h/Khristina+%26+Elise+Nov.+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300955233836932002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SZDGsxMZG6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/7utnrjC2U6Y/s200/Khristina+%26+Elise+Nov.+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Elise &amp;amp; Khristina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;khjjhjhjhjhjhjhjhjhjh&lt;/span&gt;~ Mark Paterson&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What's the most romantic thing you have ever said to somebody – or somebody has said to you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"No, pour the molasses HERE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Use "lust for life" in a pick-up line:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There is no documented case of this ever working, but, when desperate enough, I've heard a few &lt;em&gt;Lust for Life&lt;/em&gt; contributors try, "Is that a copy of &lt;em&gt;Lust for Life&lt;/em&gt; (Véhicule Press) in your pants or did I only imagine myself in them?" Frankly, I think it's the overly scholarly use of the publisher's name in parentheses that turns people off, but we are contractually obliged to do so when using the book for libidinous purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What will you be doing on Valentine's Day?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This Valentine's Day will mark the ten-year anniversary of me proposing to my wife, so I'm thinking a heart-shaped box of chocolates from Pharmaprix and some reminiscing about how romantic I was a decade ago might suffice. Should that fail to give the impression that I've actually made an effort, I've got a few more tricks up my sleeve, and it all starts with Air Supply and sweet, sweet peach schnapps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SZDGgrQFLEI/AAAAAAAAAe4/o192fu86P3k/s1600-h/markpaterson_lynnbrown.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300955026083359810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SZDGgrQFLEI/AAAAAAAAAe4/o192fu86P3k/s200/markpaterson_lynnbrown.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mark &amp;amp; his wife, Lynn: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“I 'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you…” Schnapp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nairne&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holtz ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What's the most romantic thing you have ever said to somebody – or somebody has said to you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;During a business trip my lover once spent hours at a perfumerie in Italy that was originally run by monks in the Middle Ages trying to find the perfect scent for me. She succeeded, and I've worn it ever since. I prefer the romantic gesture to words, perhaps in part because I'm writer. I'm too aware of the aesthetic I'm creating and the way in which my words-which may appear to be a revelation-are, in fact, a mask. In addition, I find it excruciating if a lover expresses their adoration of me in terms I find clichéd or corny or sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Use "lust for life" in a pick-up line: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I couldn't invent a pick-up line as memorable as the most memorable one I ever received, which was: "I really want to have sex with you, but I can't right now because I'm coming down off heroin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What will you be doing on Valentine's Day?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nothing remarkable: coffee, croissants, reading the paper, doing laundry, getting groceries, and, of course, having sex – a perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SZDF2Ljj78I/AAAAAAAAAew/SQ-1X7v8Xd8/s1600-h/NairneLucie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300954296020627394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SZDF2Ljj78I/AAAAAAAAAew/SQ-1X7v8Xd8/s200/NairneLucie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nairne &amp;amp; Lucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust for Life: Tales of Sex and Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Edited by Claude Lalumière and Elise Moser&lt;br /&gt;Véhicule Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vehiculepress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;www.vehiculepress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To find out more about Claude, Elise, Mark and Nairne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;check out the QWF Literary Database:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quebecbooks.qwf.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quebecbooks.qwf.org&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746290840376525381-6117350568898741562?l=lovemsjulie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/6117350568898741562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746290840376525381&amp;postID=6117350568898741562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/6117350568898741562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746290840376525381/posts/default/6117350568898741562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemsjulie.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='VALENTINE’S DAY EXCLUSIVE'/><author><name>Ms. Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18122188951640230208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05914696436540126989'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHeWdYNI-Tk/SZDGxNptwPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/BkEiJ8URnNg/s72-c/claudeLFLv1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>