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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MHR347fyp7ImA9WxNbEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077</id><updated>2009-11-15T07:23:56.007-06:00</updated><title>Journal Writing Tips with a Twist</title><subtitle type="html">Poet and dramatist Cynthia Gallaher leads journal writing workshops and creative writing workshops in libraries, schools, centers, resorts, spas and on cruises. Specializing in novel approaches to journaling such as Japanese Haibun.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MBSX45fSp7ImA9WxNbEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-5411075048102257989</id><published>2009-11-14T08:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T08:37:38.025-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-14T08:37:38.025-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="journal writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relatives" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thanksgiving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anecdotes" /><title>Make a special Thanksgiving journal entry</title><content type="html">When we think of Thanksgivings of the past, our memories can often blur into visual "bytes" of rising before sun-up, basting turkeys, cooking down cranberries into a sauce, hanging harvest decorations, watching a wave of people rush into and then out of the house, washing and drying dishes in a bright, steamy kitchen, and laughing with others, like yourself, festively dressed in fashionable high heels, but also in slightly worn-torn aprons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what does Thanksgiving really mean to those partaking in the meal with you? There's a special window of time during Thanksgiving when you can find out. You know that time in between the Thanksgiving meal itself and dessert, when you need to digest the first part of your meal before you can even think about cutting into the pumpkin pie? Instead of rushing off to watch the football game or get a jump on loading the dishwasher, grab your journal and instruct everyone at the table to "set a spell" to talk about the things that they are most thankful for this year. Write them down in your journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, ask everyone if they can recall their most memorable Thanksgiving (outside of this year's!) and why. You may find out some interesting anecdotes about your relatives that can help you appreciate them even more. You might even hear stories from the old-timers about those who have passed on whom you may have never met. The practical joke Great-Uncle Joe pulled 50 years ago could sound remarkably like something you, your son or your niece might pull today. More than looks often run in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Thanksgiving is the only time the whole family really gets together, and it's a day that often goes by far too swiftly. If you record some of what people say and do during Thanksgiving, you can savor the day longer and your relationships more deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget videocams. They put people on the defensive and no one feels comfortable enough to say anything substantial in front of them. Plus, hardly anyone ever looks at them again once the camera is put away. On the other hand, people open up when you sit down at a relaxed table and chew the fat (and the Turkey bones), as you just happen to jot down a few notes in your journal all the while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655077-5411075048102257989?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/ab8If0oFSdE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/5411075048102257989/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=5411075048102257989" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/5411075048102257989?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/5411075048102257989?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/ab8If0oFSdE/make-special-thanksgiving-journal-entry.html" title="Make a special Thanksgiving journal entry" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/11/make-special-thanksgiving-journal-entry.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEARHg-fyp7ImA9WxNRGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-5512858685651317164</id><published>2009-09-14T14:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:47:25.657-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-14T14:47:25.657-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcards" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="entries" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel journal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photos" /><title>Travel Journal Shortcuts</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/Sq6ddSBI-rI/AAAAAAAAALY/FkPbpRGBZYU/s1600-h/postcards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381411731132709554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/Sq6ddSBI-rI/AAAAAAAAALY/FkPbpRGBZYU/s200/postcards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the best times to start a journal is during a special trip or vacation. And when teamed with photos and drawings, the same journal entries will take on added power to fortify an artist's journal or scrapbook. How do you start a travel journal, especially if you have never journaled before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a shortcut. This means writing short, brief phrases that describe the people, places and things you encounter on your journey, instead of trying to tackle long sentences and hefty paragraphs. And because you're on-the-go, you may not have time for anything more than short, pithy descriptions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think postcard writing, but even more brief! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655077-5512858685651317164?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/BmRytwY-Xik" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/5512858685651317164/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=5512858685651317164" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/5512858685651317164?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/5512858685651317164?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/BmRytwY-Xik/travel-journal-shortcuts.html" title="Travel Journal Shortcuts" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/Sq6ddSBI-rI/AAAAAAAAALY/FkPbpRGBZYU/s72-c/postcards.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/09/travel-journal-shortcuts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4MRHw5fSp7ImA9WxNRF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-5394832943186747469</id><published>2009-09-12T12:15:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:09:45.225-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-12T13:09:45.225-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="France" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Italy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="white wine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="California" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="red wine" /><title>Wow, A Windfall of Wine</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SqvZYgNTxhI/AAAAAAAAALI/VVyO8VV5He4/s1600-h/DesiderioJeio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SqvZYgNTxhI/AAAAAAAAALI/VVyO8VV5He4/s200/DesiderioJeio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380633194810033682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend, Kim, who's a wine merchant, laid a windfall of bottles on me before leaving for Italy on a business trip. She's destined to tour several vineyards and wineries.  My own cellar or, rather, rickety wooden rack in the basement had been reduced to few meagre bottles. I will list the wines here, lifting whatever commentary from the labels. Wineries are italicized. I will give my own review of each wine at later dates after drinking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the red category, from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chateau St. Georges&lt;/span&gt;, is a 2003 full-bodied Claret Bordeaux from France of 60 percent Merlot, 20 percent Cabernet Sauvignon, and 20 percent Cabernet Franc. Then, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Four Vines&lt;/span&gt; 2006 Old Vine Cuvee&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SqvZidPJd4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/S4d0OgjnG_I/s1600-h/ChateauSt.Georges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SqvZidPJd4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/S4d0OgjnG_I/s200/ChateauSt.Georges.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380633365811132290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zinfandel from California, with silky layers of berry fruit and spice. Moving on to Italy is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Capestrano&lt;/span&gt; Rosso Piceno, a 2007 red wine of 50 percent Montepulciano and 50 percent Sangiovese, with sweet tannins and intense fruit aromas. Also from Italy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Statti&lt;/span&gt; 2007 Gaglioppo Calabria. Australian wines are always an interesting endeavor. Looking forward to trying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rochford Latitude's&lt;/span&gt; 2007  Victoria Pinot Noir, mentioning its favors of dark cherry, spice and savory oak.  And finally, from New Zealand, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Main Divide&lt;/span&gt; 2006 Pinot Noir from the Marlborough area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before transitioning to whites is a rose from Chile. This &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calcu&lt;/span&gt; 2009 Rose comprises 50 percent Malbec, 40 percent Syrah and 10 percent Carmenere. It's label says floral with subtle notes of grapefruit and spice. And as a lover of champagne, I was thrilled to get a sparkling wine from Italy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desiderio Jeio&lt;/span&gt; Prosecco Brut. Not sure if I'll be able to save it for New Year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to three whites: I don't think I have ever tried a wine from Sicily, but now I can with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cusumano&lt;/span&gt; Insolia, a 2007 white wine. From Umbria, Italy, is an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Argillae &lt;/span&gt;2008 Orvieto dry white. And completing the list is a German white, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monchhof&lt;/span&gt; 2007 Estate Riesling Mosel. I drink white on occasion, but especially like using them in cooking chicken and pasta dishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655077-5394832943186747469?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/htUi7z30r3c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/5394832943186747469/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=5394832943186747469" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/5394832943186747469?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/5394832943186747469?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/htUi7z30r3c/wow-windfall-of-wine.html" title="Wow, A Windfall of Wine" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SqvZYgNTxhI/AAAAAAAAALI/VVyO8VV5He4/s72-c/DesiderioJeio.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow-windfall-of-wine.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UBQns4fSp7ImA9WxNREkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-3556650459859136368</id><published>2009-09-06T08:41:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:00:53.535-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-06T20:00:53.535-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sustainable farm" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Illinois" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="foodie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galena" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gardens" /><title>Food and Flora Weekend in Galena</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SqO9U755d3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Y6EbZZBD_uA/s1600-h/linmargardens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378350547386070898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SqO9U755d3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Y6EbZZBD_uA/s200/linmargardens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Behind the front-row-center Main Street scene in Galena, Illinois, lie some hidden treasures worth unveiling. &lt;a href="http://www.linmargardens.com/"&gt;Linmar Gardens &lt;/a&gt;high on the hill next to the clocktower high school coverted lofts is a lavish meander through thoughtful gardens, unusual sculptures and high and low waterfalls. A visit to the owner/artist &lt;a href="http://www.haroldmartinfineart.com/"&gt;Harold Martin's&lt;/a&gt; onsite workshop reveals his skilled penchant for the surreal. Worth the visit alone -- are the unearthed and lavishly converted ruins of African/American church, part of the original underground railway. See photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SqRa3Wjc9rI/AAAAAAAAALA/tFHQX8WreKw/s1600-h/WoodedWonderland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378523761980798642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SqRa3Wjc9rI/AAAAAAAAALA/tFHQX8WreKw/s200/WoodedWonderland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day, Ann Dougherty of &lt;a href="http://www.learngreatfoods.com/"&gt;Learn Great Foods&lt;/a&gt; took my husband and I on a three-hour city food tour which started at the &lt;a href="http://www.galenapeddlery.com/"&gt;The Great Galena Peddlery&lt;/a&gt; (which also offers cooking classes), included a mini-hike through a local sustainable blueberry farm &lt;a href="http://www.woodedwonderland.com/"&gt;Wooded Wonderland&lt;/a&gt; and back in town for an absolutely outstanding tasting menu meal at &lt;a href="http://www.oneelevenmain.com/"&gt;One Eleven Main&lt;/a&gt;, personally presented by chef Ryan Boughton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The restaurant is committed to using locally grown foods from nearby small farms, and also butchers its own beef. The menu included a caprese salad using One Eleven Main's homemade fresh mozzarella, as well as basil and local heirloom tomatoes. Boughton then served a trou&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SqPB3nspH2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/L7ZbySkVDKs/s1600-h/Galena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378355541303697250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SqPB3nspH2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/L7ZbySkVDKs/s200/Galena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t spread caviar style with toast crackers, crumbled egg yolk &amp;amp; whites, chopped red onion and capers. Medium rare grass-fed rib eye steak slices topped golden beet and pattypan squash wedges. Finished with a key lime tart accented with fresh blueberries from Wooded Wonderland on hazelnut crust. Meanwhile, we picked Two Brothers Prairie Path Ale beer from the restaurant's wide selection. Everything was over-the-top good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SqPFixoo4tI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QmJgCPb4a-Y/s1600-h/FritzFrites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378359581240517330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SqPFixoo4tI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QmJgCPb4a-Y/s200/FritzFrites.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also had a fine lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.fritzandfrites.com/"&gt;Fritz &amp;amp; Frites&lt;/a&gt; bistro at the the north end of Main Street. Small and intimate with a decor that so reminded me of Galatoire's in New Orleans. Offers both French and German foods and a lush array of wines. My husband loved the salmon sandwich as did I the salmon salad with spinach, grapefruit and sliced red onion. French music in the background gave special accent to the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Low point in the trip? Our B&amp;amp;B. The Pine Hollow Inn. Watch your head!&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/8655077-3556650459859136368?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/_Tr2GNRsNQs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/3556650459859136368/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=3556650459859136368" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/3556650459859136368?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/3556650459859136368?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/_Tr2GNRsNQs/food-and-flora-weekend-in-galena.html" title="Food and Flora Weekend in Galena" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SqO9U755d3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Y6EbZZBD_uA/s72-c/linmargardens.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/09/food-and-flora-weekend-in-galena.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEBRHozeCp7ImA9WxNTFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-870866350887772145</id><published>2009-08-17T16:45:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:10:55.480-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-18T09:10:55.480-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="park ridge" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deep end club" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="american breed" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dennis farina" /><title>Deep End Club in Park Ridge</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SonQUHzdzLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wlcjF9C8XEY/s1600-h/DeepEnd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371053074726898866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SonQUHzdzLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wlcjF9C8XEY/s200/DeepEnd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before Park Ridge, Illinois, was famous as Hillary Clinton's home town, it was famous for the Deep End Club, one of the few venues that catered to teens in Chicago and the northwest suburbs. I've been thinking recently about some old friends from Chicago's Taft High School and the great times we had at the Deep End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The photo is one I found on Google Images of someone from the Jefferson Ice Company band, which appeared at the Deep End. Between neighborhood bands, some Chicago headliners such as New Colony Six, Ides of March and the American Breed were booked. I believe even bubblegum band The Ohio Express graced the Deep End teen club stage. Yummy, yummy. It was a club where you could participate in a "love in" circle or do the Funky Broadway -- your option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One landmark night, Deep End owners got on stage and asked the audience which direction they wanted the venue's music to go -- psychedelic or soul? The resounding answer -- soul music! So many of the cover bands hired brought music from Motown that we could dance to. And dance we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We managed to get our share of psychedelic music, as well, at the Kinetic Playground (aka Electric Theater) and the Cheetah II (aka Aragon Ballroom). I'd work after school and on Saturday mornings waitressing at Rose Grill at Higgins &amp;amp; Harlem just to spend all my money at the music venues, including Deep End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some little known trivia. One of the bouncers at the Deep End was none other than moonlighting Chicago cop Dennis Farina, who later turned Hollywood actor. He talked about wanting to head west even then, and made his dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have memories of the Deep End, let's hear from ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655077-870866350887772145?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/MKb06er03i4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/870866350887772145/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=870866350887772145" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/870866350887772145?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/870866350887772145?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/MKb06er03i4/deep-end-club-in-park-ridge.html" title="Deep End Club in Park Ridge" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SonQUHzdzLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wlcjF9C8XEY/s72-c/DeepEnd.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/08/deep-end-club-in-park-ridge.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEASHg4cSp7ImA9WxNTEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-3334102555785452671</id><published>2009-08-13T09:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:10:49.639-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-13T09:10:49.639-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wallace Stevens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moon poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Native American" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="months" /><title>13 Ways of Looking at the Moon</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SoQezdQdCgI/AAAAAAAAAKI/T1hRMNEbvYQ/s1600-h/QuarterMoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369450525108275714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SoQezdQdCgI/AAAAAAAAAKI/T1hRMNEbvYQ/s400/QuarterMoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This poem, inspired by Wallace Stevens' "13 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" traces 12 moon months according to the names given by the English and/or Native Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 Ways of Looking at the Moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Old Moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year’s born in ancient cold,&lt;br /&gt;a frozen snowball of a moon,&lt;br /&gt;silent and seamless,&lt;br /&gt;hurls towards spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Wolf Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Whatever hasn’t been consumed,&lt;br /&gt;lies under gaze of both wolf&lt;br /&gt;and moon. A waiting game,&lt;br /&gt;hide and seek between barren trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Lenten Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;How can we give up&lt;br /&gt;what was taken away months ago?&lt;br /&gt;Trees surrender sap, ground opens its crusty heart&lt;br /&gt;to both sun and moon. We follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Egg Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The oval and sphere compare arcs.&lt;br /&gt;Which is more perfect?&lt;br /&gt;Yet it’s now April,&lt;br /&gt;more beautiful and pink than both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Milk Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Light’s liquid&lt;br /&gt;feeds us by day,&lt;br /&gt;liquid light feeds&lt;br /&gt;dreams by night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Flower Moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blossoms twist into strawberries,&lt;br /&gt;buds into roses,&lt;br /&gt;the gibbous moon unwinds,&lt;br /&gt;full as summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Hay Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You can hear everything grow.&lt;br /&gt;Tracking height and breadth&lt;br /&gt;between crescents, quarters,&lt;br /&gt;crops wax as moon wanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Grain Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The moon, a big grinding stone&lt;br /&gt;covered in flour.&lt;br /&gt;Cakes and loaves&lt;br /&gt;celebrate in circumference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Fruit Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Plums fall like shooting stars,&lt;br /&gt;moon hovers where no hand can pluck it,&lt;br /&gt;but fills the basket of our hands&lt;br /&gt;with its white meloness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Harvest Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hours by the bushel full&lt;br /&gt;are filled by picking,&lt;br /&gt;nights find us still in the field,&lt;br /&gt;and so does the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. Hunter’s Moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moose and mushroom magnify&lt;br /&gt;under its light,&lt;br /&gt;we can see our breath,&lt;br /&gt;foresee a feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. Frost Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The moon has shaved&lt;br /&gt;for the holidays,&lt;br /&gt;and sheds it stubble&lt;br /&gt;as if earth were its sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Days of Christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 12 most holy days&lt;br /&gt;once a pagan bundle of solar leftovers,&lt;br /&gt;pastiche darkness, phases, eclipses, tides,&lt;br /&gt;falling to rest, awakening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;                               ~ Cynthia Gallaher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8655077-3334102555785452671?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/DvEBi785Bps" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/3334102555785452671/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=3334102555785452671" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/3334102555785452671?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/3334102555785452671?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/DvEBi785Bps/13-ways-of-looking-at-moon.html" title="13 Ways of Looking at the Moon" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SoQezdQdCgI/AAAAAAAAAKI/T1hRMNEbvYQ/s72-c/QuarterMoon.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/08/13-ways-of-looking-at-moon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUERXg8fCp7ImA9WxJaFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-3083286462249562139</id><published>2009-08-07T19:23:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:50:04.674-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-07T20:50:04.674-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chicago" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Printers Ball" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Audrey Niffenegger" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry Foundation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry Magazine" /><title>Chicago Printers Ball 2009 Wrap-up</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SnzNjGnhRWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wDuU52eb-8o/s1600-h/AudreyNiffeneggerCynthiaGallaher.jpg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367390858874275170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SnzNjGnhRWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wDuU52eb-8o/s200/AudreyNiffeneggerCynthiaGallaher.jpg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally getting out news about the 2009 Printers Ball in Chicago a week late, but wanted to include a fun photograph of Audrey Niffenegger, author of "The Time Traveler's Wife." She appears in resplendent red hat, next to yours truly. In addition to being a bestselling author with a feature film based on her book, she is also a professor in the Interdisciplinary Book Arts MFA Program at the &lt;a title="Columbia College Chicago" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbia_College_Chicago"&gt;Columbia College Chicago&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Center for Book and Paper Arts (Columbia College Chicago)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Center_for_Book_and_Paper_Arts_(Columbia_College_Chicago)"&gt;Center for Book and Paper Arts&lt;/a&gt;, where the Printers Ball was held this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Printers Ball is an annual event sponsored by the &lt;a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/"&gt;Poetry Foundation &lt;/a&gt;and Poetry Magazine. Poetry readings on two floors, ubiquitous small press periodical giveaways, free food and drinks, interviews, performances, and general literary mayhem takes place midsummer in Chicago. You don't need to get dressed up to attend, but its fun when you do. I wore a tiered chiffon periwinkle tank top and eggplant linen full-length skirt above bronze metallic gladiator sandals. Beaded earrings in multi shades of purple and lilac accessorized the outfit. I didn't bring an evening bag. Like Niffenegger, I toted my trusty workhorse shoulder bag which I stuffed with temporary tatoos, buttons with sayings and other silly stuff from the fair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many will remember the 2007 Printers Ball held at a vast venue on 35th Street. It was busted just before midnight for entertainment license issues. Did dozens of police officers with their arms crossed need to show up to usher out a bunch of poets weighted down, with neither drugs nor firearms, but stacks of poetry books? At first the Poetry Foundation didn't want to talk about it, but now even the president of the foundation brings it up at conferences such as the AWP as the org's right of passage into Chi-town street smarts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I read two poems at the chicagopoetry.com feature event at the beginning of the evening on the 8th floor. One was an "uncensored" poem on avocados. Now how wild could &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; be. And another about the upcoming 25th wedding anniversary of the hubbie and me entitled "$1,000 Wedding, Dress Included." You know they say the marriages that last the longest often have the cheapest weddings. I'm as surprised as anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A big find on the giveaway tables, among other wondrous items, was an issue of "Alimentum" magazine, which is a literary magazine devoted to the topic of food. Fun, witty, hip pieces within. And appetizing at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655077-3083286462249562139?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/RGymp7QYaBQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/3083286462249562139/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=3083286462249562139" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/3083286462249562139?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/3083286462249562139?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/RGymp7QYaBQ/chicago-printers-ball-2009-wrap-up.html" title="Chicago Printers Ball 2009 Wrap-up" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SnzNjGnhRWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wDuU52eb-8o/s72-c/AudreyNiffeneggerCynthiaGallaher.jpg.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/08/chicago-printers-ball-2009-wrap-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEANRHwyfCp7ImA9WxJUGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-2688780139506005910</id><published>2009-07-18T19:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:26:35.294-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-18T20:26:35.294-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chicago" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Polish" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sea salt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="salt cave" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spa" /><title>Breathing ocean air at Galos Salt Caves - Chicago</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SmJzzMV5N5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/C_O7mHXS2aQ/s1600-h/GalosSaltCave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SmJzzMV5N5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/C_O7mHXS2aQ/s200/GalosSaltCave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359973829847889810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What pleased me most about visiting the &lt;a href="http://www.galoscaves.com/"&gt;Galos Salt Caves&lt;/a&gt; spa and health experience on Chicago's northwest side was its cleanliness. Tons of rock salt from the Russian Black Sea were shipped stateside to create this faux salt cave at 6501 W. Irving Park Road, which is an unusual offshoot of the adjacent, Polish-owned Jolly Inn restaurant and banquet hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ushered into the cave with three of my friends by a helpful and lovely young lady. Our group and two other participants spent the first 10 minutes or so of the 45-minute session walking around in clean socks to get a recommended foot massage from the salty surroundings. The salt bricks inset with Himalayan salt lights, decorative pillars graced with salty seahorses, and faux sparkly stalactites all added up to what could pass as the coolest basement rec room anyone could have created. It is, however, on the ground floor, but once inside, who knows? You feel fathoms from the surface of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lungs opened up as soon as I breathed in the seemingly odorless salty air. Temperature is held at a comfortable 70-something degrees. We all slung back in white, zero-gravity lounge chairs and listened to gentle spa music highlighted with enchanting water sounds -- waves, waterfalls, fountains, streams.  One friend, who travels around the world, said, "You made a good pick with this one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owners of the cave believe that a 45-minute session spent relaxing in this environment is equal to three days at an ocean beach. They claim the cave air has an anti-inflammatory effect and stimulates the immune system. It is particularly known for helping people with respiratory aliments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SmJz7NNZg0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/vxEi0q6XnKM/s1600-h/SaltCave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SmJz7NNZg0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/vxEi0q6XnKM/s200/SaltCave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359973967519646530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that my sinuses opened up, I could breathe deeply and fully, and felt totally relaxed and refreshed by the experience. I will surely return and recommend this very affordable spa experience to my friends and family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655077-2688780139506005910?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/K5psXT3YWgE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/2688780139506005910/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=2688780139506005910" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/2688780139506005910?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/2688780139506005910?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/K5psXT3YWgE/breathing-ocean-air-at-galos-salt-cave.html" title="Breathing ocean air at Galos Salt Caves - Chicago" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SmJzzMV5N5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/C_O7mHXS2aQ/s72-c/GalosSaltCave.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/07/breathing-ocean-air-at-galos-salt-cave.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4HQnk6fyp7ImA9WxJUEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-6879813668857467113</id><published>2009-07-09T15:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:22:13.717-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-09T15:22:13.717-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2009" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new words" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="acai" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="locavore" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dictionary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goji" /><title>Planning a Staycation This Year?</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlZRPsFDNmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qOQ22GmjRWo/s1600-h/Garden+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356558136776013410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlZRPsFDNmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qOQ22GmjRWo/s200/Garden+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look it up now in the 2009 update ofMerriam-Webster's Collegiate® Dictionary, Eleventh Edition. Hardworking word-lovers everywhere can now learn the meaning of the word staycation ("a vacation spent at home or nearby") along with nearly 100 other new words and senses added to Merriam-Webster's Collegiate Dictionary, Eleventh Edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the new words address: concerns about the environment (carbon footprint, green collar), government activities (earmark, waterboarding), health and medicine (cardioprotective, locavore, naproxen, neuroprotective), pop culture (docusoap, fan fiction, flash mob, reggaeton), online activities (sock puppet, vlog, webisode), as well as several miscellaneous terms such as haram, memory foam, missalette, and zip line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Check out just a few of the new words and their definitions by clicking below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/acai"&gt;acai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/carbon%20footprint"&gt;carbon footprint&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/cardioprotective"&gt;cardioprotective&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/earmark"&gt;earmark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/fan%20fiction"&gt;fan fiction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/flash%20mob"&gt;flash mob&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/frenemy"&gt;frenemy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/goji"&gt;goji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/green%20collar"&gt;green-collar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/haram"&gt;haram&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/locavore"&gt;locavore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/memory%20foam"&gt;memory foam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/missalette"&gt;missalette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/naproxen"&gt;naproxen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/neuroprotective"&gt;neuroprotective&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/pharmacogenetics"&gt;pharmacogenetics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/physiatry"&gt;physiatry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/reggaeton"&gt;reggaeton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/shawarma"&gt;shawarma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/sock%20puppet"&gt;sock puppet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/staycation"&gt;staycation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/vlog"&gt;vlog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/waterboarding"&gt;waterboarding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/webisode"&gt;webisode&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/zip%20line"&gt;zip line&lt;/a&gt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlK3uA_gkfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fcUCxy3CvlA/s200/GinsbergLibrary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355544908065182194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My husband Carlos and I were fortunate enough to attend &lt;a href="http://www.naropa.edu/swp"&gt;Naropa University's&lt;/a&gt; ceremony honoring Allen Ginsberg, poet, activist and co-founder of the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics. The memorial took place on July 3 in Boulder, Colorado, in front of the Allen Ginsberg Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occasion, MCed by Reed Bye, also marked the interment of some of Ginsberg's ashes at the &lt;a href="http://www.boulder.shambhala.org/"&gt;Shambhala Meditation Center&lt;/a&gt; this summer, and the launch of the &lt;a href="http://www.acteva.com/go/naropa"&gt;Allen Ginsberg Scholarship Fund&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlK34eJdS_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ezhNaobP-dk/s1600-h/AnneWaldman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlK34eJdS_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ezhNaobP-dk/s200/AnneWaldman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355545087690230770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Cohn, curator of the virtual Museum of Contemporary Poetry read one of Ginberg's favored poems by Pablo Neruda, called &lt;a href="http://www.politicalaffairs.net/article/articleview/8666"&gt;"Let the Railsplitter Awake!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem, about Abraham Lincoln, also harkens to Barack Obama's rise to presidency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical numbers abounded, including singalongs of Ginsberg melodies and lyrics. In this photo, poet and Kerouac School co-founder Anne Waldman joins guitarist Tyler Burba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655077-5252028072508782232?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/me1x_TbGSOM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/5252028072508782232/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=5252028072508782232" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/5252028072508782232?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/5252028072508782232?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/me1x_TbGSOM/allen-ginsberg-memorial-on-july-3-2009.html" title="Allen Ginsberg Memorial on July 3, 2009" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlK3uA_gkfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fcUCxy3CvlA/s72-c/GinsbergLibrary.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/07/allen-ginsberg-memorial-on-july-3-2009.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4GSHY8fSp7ImA9WxJVGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-6643726392888643614</id><published>2009-07-06T20:48:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T05:35:29.875-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-07T05:35:29.875-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Truong Tran" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Naropa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poets" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hollo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eshleman" /><title>Meet and Greet Poets at Naropa</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlKrQfgtGKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xMn-Jlugvvs/s1600-h/TruongTran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlKrQfgtGKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xMn-Jlugvvs/s200/TruongTran.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355531206721869986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I suppose this post is more about photos than text. And more about lasting poets than passing fancies. During the third week of &lt;a href="http://www.naropa.edu/swp"&gt;Naropa University's Summer Writing Program&lt;/a&gt;/Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics, my husband Carlos and I had a whooping wild time attending workshops, lectures, panels and readings with some of the finest poets across the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun hanging out with Truong Tran, a San Francisco poet and artist of Vietnamese descent who teaches poetry at San Francisco State University and Mills College. Found out he actually lives in Haight/Ashbury. His latest book is entitled "Four Letter Words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlKrjFB2m2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/H1XGFa84fac/s1600-h/ClaytonEshleman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlKrjFB2m2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/H1XGFa84fac/s200/ClaytonEshleman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355531526030662498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clayton Eshleman, professor emeritus of Eastern Michigan University in Ypsilanti, Michigan, and his wife Caryl were a joy.  Eshleman is the highly regarded translator of Cesar Vallejo and Rimbaud. Carlos was part of Clayton's workshop on Rhizomic Poetics all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet Anselm Hollo, originally from Finland, is now a full-time professor at Naropa University. His wife Jane, a Mississippi native, is pictured with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlKrz1NlnqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/o5S3sj7iSSQ/s1600-h/AnselmHollo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlKrz1NlnqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/o5S3sj7iSSQ/s200/AnselmHollo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355531813842689698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655077-6643726392888643614?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/B35yu52ezH4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/6643726392888643614/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=6643726392888643614" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/6643726392888643614?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/6643726392888643614?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/B35yu52ezH4/meet-and-greet-poets-at-naropa.html" title="Meet and Greet Poets at Naropa" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlKrQfgtGKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xMn-Jlugvvs/s72-c/TruongTran.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/07/meet-and-greet-poets-at-naropa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQBRnc-eSp7ImA9WxJbEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-2128186262924496299</id><published>2009-07-06T11:42:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:55:57.951-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-20T15:55:57.951-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="farmer's market" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Naropa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Boulder" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="massage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry" /><title>Naropa Summer Writing Program in Boulder</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlKoxRbwxyI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UUtEJyH8Z1A/s1600-h/TibetIrons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355528471343843106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlKoxRbwxyI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UUtEJyH8Z1A/s200/TibetIrons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back home in Chicago after spending a jam-packed week with my husband Carlos at the &lt;a href="http://www.naropa.edu/swp"&gt;Naropa University Summer Writing Program&lt;/a&gt;/Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics in Boulder, Colorado, where they even compost their dryer lint! I studied daily under San Francisco poet Gloria Frym and Carlos participated in Clayton Eshleman's group. Each of us arrived home with a small portfolio of newly written pieces; the experience helped us both break out of our usual writing patterns in a big way. Between morning through night workshops, panels, lectures &amp;amp; readings, we were still able to enjoy some of Boulder's culture outside of the Naropa campus. Here, Carlos joins fellow students at the Tibet Kitchen patio, where they ironed out some poetry issues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recommendations. We made most meals in our tiny kitchenette&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlKpFtFymEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dDW28T6UmXA/s1600-h/GallaherDesk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355528822365263938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlKpFtFymEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dDW28T6UmXA/s200/GallaherDesk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; apartment, yet also enjoyed some of the area's food and/or drink at &lt;a href="http://tibetkitchen.com/"&gt;Tibet Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.sunflowerboulder.com/"&gt;Sunflower Organic Dining&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.villageboulder.com/berrybest.html"&gt;Berry Best Smoothies&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://thelaughinggoat.com/"&gt;Laughing Goat Coffee House&lt;/a&gt;. Also tasted some kicker wild boar at Zolo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;David Segal of Berry Best Smoothie Co. has been in the business for 16 years and uses only fresh fruit and juices in his smoothies. Also serves excellent freshly made veggie juices and out-of-this-world tamales which are also available at the Boulder Farmer's Market. Laughing Goat offers up food and beer in addition to coffee, and hosts poetry readings for Naropa University visiting poets on Monday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Wednesday afternoon, we hit paydirt all within a two-or-three block area. After receiving excepti&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlIwfOCdwtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FnZjC7ViVI4/s1600-h/Naropa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355396219799454418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlIwfOCdwtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FnZjC7ViVI4/s200/Naropa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;onal massages from therapist Jeremy Kotenberg, CMT at &lt;a href="http://www.massagespecialists.com/"&gt;Massage Specialists &lt;/a&gt;on Broadway, we waltzed over to the &lt;a href="http://www.boulderfarmers.org/"&gt;Boulder Farmer's Market &lt;/a&gt;in Central Park, which teems with healthy people and gigantic kale leaves, stuck our heads into the otherworldly &lt;a href="http://www.boulderteahouse.com/"&gt;Boulder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boulderteahouse.com/"&gt; Dushanbe Teahouse&lt;/a&gt;, and spent a wondrous hour at the &lt;a href="http://www.bmoca.org/"&gt;Boulder Museum of Contemporary Art &lt;/a&gt;reveling in its human, uplifting and accessible exhibits (versus the sometimes painfully abstract and nihilistic themes favored at other contemporary art museums, shall I say, closer to home). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655077-2128186262924496299?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/YO3XDLmmVhc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/2128186262924496299/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=2128186262924496299" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/2128186262924496299?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/2128186262924496299?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/YO3XDLmmVhc/naropa-summer-writing-program-in.html" title="Naropa Summer Writing Program in Boulder" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SlKoxRbwxyI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UUtEJyH8Z1A/s72-c/TibetIrons.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/07/naropa-summer-writing-program-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIMRH0-cCp7ImA9WxJWGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-6873750522899281362</id><published>2009-06-25T05:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T05:59:45.358-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-25T05:59:45.358-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creativity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="musical theater" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dialogue" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drama" /><title>Dialogue with Creative Work</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SkNWtqXGpwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/HeT2k47uL_o/s1600-h/DSCN0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SkNWtqXGpwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/HeT2k47uL_o/s200/DSCN0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351216124711577346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a day job, but I don't necessarily want to dialogue with it. I may argue with it a good portion of the eight hours I punch in, but I have other avocations that make more appealing partners. One is musical theater writing. I've worked on a children's musical and besides dialoging with my actual composer/collaborator, which is the most satisfying, my journal serves as an ideal stage to work out the answers to what drives the piece in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the questions I pose consist of "What does the main character want?" and "What is the musical about?" When I ask what it's about, I don't mean the plot. The plot is what happens, scene by scene. Instead, I mean what deeper meaning is the piece trying to bring out? If it's about belonging, does the character discover that he or she can belong or that it may be impossible to really belong. If it's about connection, what might a character do to continually reinforce disconnection before finding a path to connecting with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If working on a play or musical, you might have a journaled dialogue with your character asking directly what he or she wants, believes, avoids or regrets. You may not only find out your answer, but also find ways to smooth any bumpy parts of the script your characters trip on or redirect their steps when they wander away from where they and your piece are ultimately headed. &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/%5BIntensive%20Journal%20Workshop%5D" rel="tag"&gt;[Intensive Journal Workshop]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/%5BIra%20Progoff%5D" rel="tag"&gt;[Ira Progoff]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655077-6873750522899281362?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/jK-Kiqwolc8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/6873750522899281362/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=6873750522899281362" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/6873750522899281362?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/6873750522899281362?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/jK-Kiqwolc8/dialogue-with-creativity.html" title="Dialogue with Creative Work" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SkNWtqXGpwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/HeT2k47uL_o/s72-c/DSCN0059.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/06/dialogue-with-creativity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8NR3k-fip7ImA9WxJXF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-3760999433907836247</id><published>2009-06-11T08:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:28:16.756-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-11T08:28:16.756-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fruit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Michigan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blueberries" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="orchards" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="U-pick" /><title>Best times to visit Michigan U-pick farms</title><content type="html">Dur&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SjEF17k_l1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/C0l2IFoR-Sg/s1600-h/Cherries.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing a recent visit to Michigan, which is known for its fruit orchards, I came across a short list of dates when various fruits are ripe for the picking. I have fond memories of &lt;a href="http://www.michigan.gov/mda/0,1607,7-125-1570_2468_2471-12863--,00.html"&gt;picking blueberries&lt;/a&gt; with my son and husband at a U-pick blueberry grove near the Michigan sand dunes on a July weekend. One particular Michigan grove cited specific dates that mark the height of each fruit in that area. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SjEGSIRpjFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BRz0dtJ5l0w/s1600-h/Cherries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346061141194411090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SjEGSIRpjFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BRz0dtJ5l0w/s200/Cherries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cherries -- July 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peaches - August 15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pears - August 22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plums - September 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apples - October 1 &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/8655077-3760999433907836247?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/alUnAVulZ-0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/3760999433907836247/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=3760999433907836247" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/3760999433907836247?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/3760999433907836247?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/alUnAVulZ-0/best-times-to-visit-michigan-u-pick.html" title="Best times to visit Michigan U-pick farms" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SjEGSIRpjFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BRz0dtJ5l0w/s72-c/Cherries.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-times-to-visit-michigan-u-pick.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4AQ38_fyp7ImA9WxJXEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-8669037091340931150</id><published>2009-06-04T20:24:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:29:02.147-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-04T21:29:02.147-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eureka Springs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culinary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writers colony" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arkansas" /><title>Writers Colony Recommendation!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/Sih35esf5RI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PFf7C85XzYs/s1600-h/CulinarySuite+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343652787251045650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/Sih35esf5RI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PFf7C85XzYs/s200/CulinarySuite+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just heard that a writers' colony I've written about previously on this blog, &lt;a href="http://www.writerscolony.org/"&gt;The Writers Colony at Dairy Hollow&lt;/a&gt; in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, has several available weeks open for writers in the summer and fall of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poets, fiction and nonfiction writers, food writers, I urge you to apply! The Writers Colony at Dairy Hollow, a writer's paradise, is one of my favorite places on earth. I was in residence for two-week stints in 2006 and 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colony itself is located in a wooded area of town close to a natural spring, but still close to civilization. Everything is within walking distance. The town of Eureka Springs, set in the Ozarks, is a friendly haven of curvy, charming byways lined with architecture circa 1880s. The per diem at the colony, if you are accepted, is as low as $45 a day, which includes your own studio with bath and all meals. Dinners are homecooked for you five nights a week. The whole staff is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/Sih3Z4l_7jI/AAAAAAAAAHU/L-Ss6vrQ-DQ/s1600-h/CulinarySuite+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343652244447292978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/Sih3Z4l_7jI/AAAAAAAAAHU/L-Ss6vrQ-DQ/s200/CulinarySuite+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/Sih4G5-CMDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3cv6CygciXY/s1600-h/CulinarySuite+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343653017910652978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/Sih4G5-CMDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3cv6CygciXY/s200/CulinarySuite+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The photos are from the colony's Culinary Suite, which includes a fully stocked kitchen. It is truly the most stunning of the studios, and you are lucky indeed if you can land here during your residency. Many cookbook authors and food writers have stayed here. &lt;/div&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/8655077-8669037091340931150?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/G9Wp_DDocSA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/8669037091340931150/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=8669037091340931150" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/8669037091340931150?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/8669037091340931150?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/G9Wp_DDocSA/writers-colony-recommendation.html" title="Writers Colony Recommendation!" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/Sih35esf5RI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PFf7C85XzYs/s72-c/CulinarySuite+001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/06/writers-colony-recommendation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUGQ308cSp7ImA9WxJQGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-7667582791652545830</id><published>2009-06-01T09:13:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:30:22.379-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-01T10:30:22.379-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Saugatuck" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="natural food" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="microbrewery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wine" /><title>Saugatuck Michigan End of May</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SiPqrHU5fbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OlnjjhhABrA/s1600-h/CarlosSpeedy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342371609413516722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SiPqrHU5fbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OlnjjhhABrA/s200/CarlosSpeedy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visited somewhere this weekend I've never been before -- Saugatuck, Michigan. Joined friends Maura and Jim, and husband Carlos, to what we thought would be a summer-soaked climate by now. However, I found myself wearing the jeans and two long-sleeved shirts I brought along in the brisk air, leaving shorts and tank tops in the suitcase. But it worked out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend ended up a serendipitous split between new spiritual experiences and experiences of the fermented kind. On Saturday, we did the usual Butler Street promenade and tasted a few wines at the &lt;a href="http://fennvalley.com/"&gt;Fenn Valley Shop&lt;/a&gt; in town. Let's just say the the Pinot Noir looked a tad clear and the hue of a rose', with a back flavor of some sort of hard liquor. To put it in a mild fashion, Michigan wines are not my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SiPqglDF6aI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tnxqmW_HFLM/s1600-h/Flores.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342371428413335970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SiPqglDF6aI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tnxqmW_HFLM/s200/Flores.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, the beers we sampled at the &lt;a href="http://www.saugatuckbrewing.com/"&gt;Saugatuck Brewing Company&lt;/a&gt; microbrewery in Douglas, Michigan, were a delightful surprise, particularly the Main Street Wheat, 5.5% alcohol content. Carlos preferred the Ramblin Amber, 4.7% alcohol content. Diehard beer lovers can actually brew their own 11-gallon batch of beer at the brewery, which takes a period of two weeks. Learned an interesting factoid from the bartender: Guiness Stout has fewer calories than Bud Light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, we visited a Seventh-Day Adventist enclave in Pullman, Michigan, which includes some communal housing, a church, a natural foods warehouse and retail store called &lt;a href="http://www.clnf.org/"&gt;Country Life Natural Foods&lt;/a&gt;. The helpful, knowlegeable, warm ladies who greeted us made it even more of a pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterward, we headed west to Ganges, Michigan, to take part in an interfaith community service at &lt;a href="http://www.motherstrust.org/"&gt;Mother's Trust&lt;/a&gt;. Strangely, I had had a dream about this church a few months ago, not knowing where it was located. As soon as I saw it, I recognized it, and when one of Jim's friends out-of-the-blue encouraged us to go and actually took us there, I suppose my dream came to fruition. A fo&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SiPrKqRbUFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Yx2vNLnaJVc/s1600-h/Irises.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342372151370141778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SiPrKqRbUFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Yx2vNLnaJVc/s200/Irises.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rmer nun gave an enlightening talk on St. John of the Cross, and another parishioner held a 40-minute service on how eight different religions view the concept of mysticism, including Hinduism, Buddhism, Islam and Native religions, in addition to Christianity, which included a reading of a poem by St. Teresa of Avila. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before heading back to Chicago, we took a long walk with three dogs (see Carlos and Speedy) through the Fenn Valley Winery vineyards, close to where we were staying in Fennville. Glad to note that the numerous sun-filled rows of vines were at the same stage of development as the three little ones I'm trying to nurture in my backyard. Happy for the confirmation, since I hoped I was doing something right. &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/8655077-7667582791652545830?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/jC2T1YW0-0k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/7667582791652545830/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=7667582791652545830" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/7667582791652545830?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/7667582791652545830?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/jC2T1YW0-0k/saugatuck-michigan-end-of-may.html" title="Saugatuck Michigan End of May" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SiPqrHU5fbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OlnjjhhABrA/s72-c/CarlosSpeedy.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/06/saugatuck-michigan-end-of-may.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YNRHw-eCp7ImA9WxJXEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-5516790211584576180</id><published>2009-05-26T20:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:33:15.250-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-04T21:33:15.250-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sense of smell" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="journal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scent" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative writing" /><title>Use Scent to Heighten Writing</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SiiDteLvPvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8z-ZspKkdAw/s1600-h/lavender.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343665775094742770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SiiDteLvPvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8z-ZspKkdAw/s200/lavender.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best writing employs the use of the five senses to explore metaphor, to show instead of just tell. In the book, "The How to Think Like Leonardo da Vinci Workbook," the author Michael Gelb poses this self-assessment test to help you become more aware of your sense of smell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- I have a favorite scent. (What is it? Why do I like it? What does it remind me of?)&lt;br /&gt;-- Smells affect my emotions strongly, for better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;-- I can recognize friends by their scent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- I know how to use aromas to influence my mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- I can reliably judge the quality of food or wine by its aroma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- When I see fresh flowers, I usually take a few moments to breathe in their aroma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gelb also suggests making "smells" a theme for a day. This could be a perfect journaling "date." Record what you smell and how it affects you through the course of a day. Spend a half hour at your favorite florist. Inhale the aroma of ten different perfumes or essential oils and describe your reactions. Others have suggested smelling a crayon, chalk, a rubber ball or other simple items from childhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does smell affect your mood or memory? Write down your observations. What does each scent remind you of? Comparing sensory reactions to real life experiences or memories is the core of metaphor and image. You might want to even create a poem out of these images.&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/8655077-5516790211584576180?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/Ltkcvlrbf9U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/5516790211584576180/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=5516790211584576180" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/5516790211584576180?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/5516790211584576180?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/Ltkcvlrbf9U/use-scent-to-heighten-writing.html" title="Use Scent to Heighten Writing" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SiiDteLvPvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8z-ZspKkdAw/s72-c/lavender.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/05/use-scent-to-heighten-writing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkABRHs9cSp7ImA9WxJQEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-7086429951118900197</id><published>2009-05-23T07:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T08:19:15.569-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-23T08:19:15.569-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pole beans" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="giant peppers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heirloom tomatoes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grapes" /><title>Heirloom Tomatoes and Giant Peppers</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/Shf2sUsnD4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/DJqDFcoxN7w/s1600-h/amishpastetomato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/Shf2sUsnD4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/DJqDFcoxN7w/s320/amishpastetomato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339007124601507714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took a month and a half of weekends to clear our 25-foot Chicago which included hauling ten yard bags of leavings away. I found, as usual, that actually planting tomatoes and peppers to be the easiest part. I ordered heirloom tomato and giant pepper plants this year from Wisconsin, which conveniently arrived on my doorstep just before Memorial Day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intensely pruned our three grape vines in late March. They are prolific nevertheless with tiny, baby grape clusters forming in green and blushed red. Fredonia, Swenson Red, Edelweiss! I reluctantly ripped off the blossoms the past two years. This season's vines are hearty enough to bear fruit. Each "grape" is the size of a bb-shot at this point. I recall my son's toes the size of petite peas, way back when. But these guys are growing before my eyes, instead of over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also strung up five strings on the neighbor's garage (oops, don't tell him) to serve as props for pole beans, which I've never grown before.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/Shf2fFNIPDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tGGywriHosI/s1600-h/YellowBrandywine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/Shf2fFNIPDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tGGywriHosI/s320/YellowBrandywine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339006897104632882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Remember the order in which you planted from house to alley (blogs are handy archives)! Tomatoes: Big Beef, Amish Paste, Yellow Brandywine, Red Brandywine. Peppers:  Super Heavy Weight,  Giant Marconi, Fat 'n Sassy,  Big Bertha. I always say I'll remember, but I never remember. Even if I tag plantings, rain washes the words away. Thanks, blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655077-7086429951118900197?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/TqpUhwFR7Ys" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/7086429951118900197/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=7086429951118900197" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/7086429951118900197?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/7086429951118900197?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/TqpUhwFR7Ys/heirloom-tomatoes-and-giant-peppers.html" title="Heirloom Tomatoes and Giant Peppers" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/Shf2sUsnD4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/DJqDFcoxN7w/s72-c/amishpastetomato.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/05/heirloom-tomatoes-and-giant-peppers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQBSHk4eyp7ImA9WxJREk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-5310668707749949433</id><published>2009-05-13T09:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:52:39.733-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-13T09:52:39.733-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chicago" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry reading" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Woman Made Gallery" /><title>Lit reading at Woman Made Gallery, May 17</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335320882995365314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 69px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SgreE0mphcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wPTuRPnE1kY/s320/WomanMadeGallery.gif" border="0" /&gt;I've been to a literary reading at Woman Made Gallery before, and it is more than a reading -- it's an experience. Not only can you enjoy a couple of hours of new poetry, fiction and nonfiction work read aloud by the authors, but also take in the clean, spacious gallery tastefully arranged with paintings, sculptures, crafts and jewelry made by women, mostly from the Chicago area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, May 17, from 2 p.m. to 4 p.m. come on down to Woman Made Gallery for a lit reading on the theme of "The Emotional Body." Woman Made Gallery is located at 685 N. Milwaukee Ave., Chicago. For more info call 312-738-0400 or visit its &lt;a href="http://www.womanmade.org/poetry.html"&gt;poetry site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Emotional Body:" Think of body as object or actor, in whole or in part, in function and malfunction, sickness and health, stark or embellished. Think active body, gendered body, consuming body, sexual, emotional, physical body...our most inescapable abode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Join curator Nina Corwin and a body of fabulous writers:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SgreQrb90uI/AAAAAAAAAF0/17csSFEZXh4/s1600-h/womanmadegallery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335321086693069538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SgreQrb90uI/AAAAAAAAAF0/17csSFEZXh4/s320/womanmadegallery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● Allison Joseph, author of &lt;em&gt;Wordly Pleasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;● S.L. Wisenberg, author of &lt;em&gt;Cancer Bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● Nikki Patin&lt;br /&gt;● Laura Dixon&lt;br /&gt;● Sara Parrell&lt;br /&gt;● Cynthia Gallaher, author of &lt;em&gt;Swimmer’s Prayer&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Earth Elegance&lt;/em&gt; (reading poems about medicinal herb and plant healing)&lt;br /&gt;● Kristin LaTour&lt;br /&gt;…and a special guest appearance by Marty McConnell, recently returned from NYC.&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/8655077-5310668707749949433?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/FEGDsTmx4iw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/5310668707749949433/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=5310668707749949433" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/5310668707749949433?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/5310668707749949433?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/FEGDsTmx4iw/lit-reading-at-woman-made-gallery-may.html" title="Lit reading at Woman Made Gallery, May 17" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SgreE0mphcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wPTuRPnE1kY/s72-c/WomanMadeGallery.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/05/lit-reading-at-woman-made-gallery-may.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQDSXsyfSp7ImA9WxJREUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-3831201457062945648</id><published>2009-05-12T09:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:52:58.595-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-12T13:52:58.595-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Audrey Niffenegger" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Time Traveler's Wife" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Luis Alberto Urrea" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ragdale" /><title>Met Audrey Niffenegger Last Night</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SgmI7RikxLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GNlpw8rYw2U/s1600-h/AudreyNiffenegger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334945785499141298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SgmI7RikxLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GNlpw8rYw2U/s320/AudreyNiffenegger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met Audrey Niffenegger last night, author of &lt;a href="http://www.reviewsofbooks.com/time_travelers_wife/review/"&gt;"The Time Traveler's Wife." &lt;/a&gt;My husband Carlos and I attended a benefit for the Ragdale Foundation and book release party for Luis Alberto Urrea's &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/M4LaS"&gt;"Into the Beautiful North"&lt;/a&gt; at Tumbao bar and restaurant on Armitage near Kedzie in Chicago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Niffenegger is a Ragdale alum and her book was part of a special raffle going on that night, she was a definite invitee, who walked through the door with a striking presence. She is a beautiful brunehilde of a woman, with long red hair, in a hue that's unique but complementary to her features.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is not only a writer, but an artist as well. Audrey Niffenegger's self portrait appears above. I approached her while she ordered a wine at the bar and complimented her on Time Traveler's Wife, which was a book selected by my family book club. I told her I liked her Chicago references, in particular of the Get Me High Lounge, which was a notorious Chicago poetry reading haunt back in the 80s. In that same scene, she described a bartender named Mia who had relatives in Glencoe. I told her my stepdaughter Mia also has relatives in Glencoe, but Niffenegger laughed, saying everything in the book is fictional. She's noted other such coincidences among her readers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655077-3831201457062945648?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/-QBqIf9p_10" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/3831201457062945648/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=3831201457062945648" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/3831201457062945648?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/3831201457062945648?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/-QBqIf9p_10/met-audrey-niffenegger-last-night.html" title="Met Audrey Niffenegger Last Night" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SgmI7RikxLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GNlpw8rYw2U/s72-c/AudreyNiffenegger.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/05/met-audrey-niffenegger-last-night.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEENRn44eSp7ImA9WxJSGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-4696667773766557656</id><published>2009-05-09T10:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:31:37.031-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-09T11:31:37.031-05:00</app:edited><title>Wine and cheese tasting at Bin 36 -- Chicago</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SgWoCLcf5rI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2siBV-53b3Y/s1600-h/bin36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333854089075746482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SgWoCLcf5rI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2siBV-53b3Y/s200/bin36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What better precedes a long evening of music with Leonard Cohen then a dining experience of short courses of cheese, hummus and soup at nearby Bin 36 at 339 North Dearborn in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the 'el' downtown, walked north over the river, through the shadows of Marina City, and met my husband Carlos, awaiting me at &lt;a href="http://www.bin36.com/restaurant.html"&gt;Bin 36 &lt;/a&gt;with glass of Stella Artois in hand. Once seated at a relaxing booth, we had fun stretching our free time before the concert with little plates of pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many patrons order flights of four red or white wines, which arrive in full-sized wine glasses, each filled with just a sampling of wine. Because I didn't want to get sleepy at the concert -- I heard Cohen keeps going until 11 p.m. -- I chose a tiny glass of 2007 Cabernet/Merlot/Malbec/Pinot Noir blendng called NQN, Picada 15 Tinto, Neuquen from Patagonia, Argentina. It was very good, fruity and dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flights of cheese are also a specialty of the house, served with thin, crisp crostata bread. Since Carlos only likes goat cheese and I prefer cow milk cheese, we again didn't order a flight, but individual cheeses. Flights of sheep cheese are also available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved the Cabra al Vino from Murcia, Spain, which is marinated in a local Jumilla wine. He said the cheese had "walls, floor and architecture. Very round and extremely satisfying." The Bridgewater cow milk cheese that I chose from Zingerman's Dairy in Ann Arbor, Mich., was creamy, mild, with a slight rind and spicy peppercorns throughout. Excellent! We also ordered a side of apricot/fig terrine and a small pot of honey to spread on bread along with the cheese, and it proved a bright, tasty addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bowl of mushroom and walnut soup I ordered teetered between above average and just O.K. Would have preferred a salad. But the generous hummus plate accompanied by soft pita triangles was, according to Carlos "stunning, including the best oil, red onions and tomatoes." Our tab was just a little over $30. By midnight, when we turned in for the night, we still weren't hungry again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655077-4696667773766557656?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/vY-bv_C5Q70" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/4696667773766557656/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=4696667773766557656" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/4696667773766557656?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/4696667773766557656?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/vY-bv_C5Q70/wine-and-cheese-tasting-at-bin-36.html" title="Wine and cheese tasting at Bin 36 -- Chicago" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SgWoCLcf5rI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2siBV-53b3Y/s72-c/bin36.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/05/wine-and-cheese-tasting-at-bin-36.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEBQHs8eip7ImA9WxJSFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-6436889751130546687</id><published>2009-05-06T05:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:17:31.572-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-06T06:17:31.572-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chicago Theatre" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Webb sisters" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Leonard Cohen" /><title>Leonard Cohen at the Chicago Theatre</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SgFu14CEygI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Q0pj-pWb5a0/s1600-h/webbsisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SgFu14CEygI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Q0pj-pWb5a0/s200/webbsisters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332665305636588034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than 15 years since Leonard Cohen played Chicago, and I was fortunate to grab two tickets only 1/3 back -- through a preview buy as a "fan." You know how it often can be to sit through live music that isn't quite up to par to a band's CDs? Quite the contrary with Leonard Cohen's show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His musicians, singers, sound system, lighting and, of course, Leonard himself drove the entire occasion above and beyond the recorded disc -- a spectacular experience that pushes Cohen's legendary quality to the forefront, in a friendly way, and makes his 70-plus years just a side grin, which even he occasionally pokes fun at. But what other guy his age can get down on his knees over and over and rise without effort, sing for nearly three hours and dance off stage a couple of times between curtain calls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in pork-pie hat,  backed by six musicians (including Spanish guitarist Javier Mas) and three female back-up singers (one who is collaborator Sharon Robinson, as well as the two Webb sisters, who cartwheeled between numbers), Leonard Cohen brought forth beloved lyrics such as  "dance me through the panic...dance me to the end of love;" "it was the shape of our love that twisted me;" "everybody knows the boat is leaking, everybody knows the captain lied;"  "I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel;" "we are so lightly here, it isn't love that we are made, in love we disappear."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655077-6436889751130546687?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/x1YWyFmzzfU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/6436889751130546687/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=6436889751130546687" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/6436889751130546687?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/6436889751130546687?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/x1YWyFmzzfU/leonard-cohen-at-chicago-theatre.html" title="Leonard Cohen at the Chicago Theatre" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SgFu14CEygI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Q0pj-pWb5a0/s72-c/webbsisters.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/05/leonard-cohen-at-chicago-theatre.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMCSHozeCp7ImA9WxJTEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-7842169500932279096</id><published>2009-04-20T12:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:01:09.480-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-20T13:01:09.480-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amaryllis" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Deborah Digges" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suicide" /><title>The Passing of Poet Deborah Digges</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/Sey3jcRPMVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_TmBHkzu-r8/s1600-h/Deborah+Digges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326834278784250194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/Sey3jcRPMVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_TmBHkzu-r8/s200/Deborah+Digges.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was aware of the poet Deborah Digges as someone close to my own age who was beautiful, talented and a respected teacher at Amherst. You might say I was a little envious of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On April 10th of this year, she commited suicide. She had so much to live for, such a gift for poetry, even if everything else in her life might have fallen apart. I know she wrote a book about her struggles raising a teenage son, with both mother and son triumphing as a result of her efforts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After so many hardships, to keep pressing on would make all the sense in the world. But which suicide in the recent or distant past makes sense? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following is a gorgeous poem written by Deborah Digges that I found online. She makes mention of a stadium, death squads and an executioner. Strangely, she died in a stadium:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Amaryllis&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is the day the fat boy learns to take the jokes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by donning funny hats, my Amaryllis, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my buffoon of a flower,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your four white bullhorn blossoms like the sirens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a stadium through which the dictator announces he's in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he sends out across the land a proclamation-there must be music, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there must be stays of execution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the already dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how your pulpy sex undoes me and your seven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leaves, unsheathed. How you diminish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my winter windows, and beyond them, the Atlantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How you turn my greed ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's as if I could believe in having children after forty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or, walking these icy streets, greet sullen strangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a host of former selves, so ask them in, of course,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and listen like one forgiven to their crimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance with us and all our secrets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dance with us until our lies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like death squads sent to an empty house, put down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally, their weapons, peruse the family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;portraits, admire genuinely the bride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay with me in this my exile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or my returning, as if to love the tyrant one more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O my lily, my executioner, a little stooped, here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;listing, you are the future bending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to kiss the present like a sleeping child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(published in &lt;em&gt;Ploughshares)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655077-7842169500932279096?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/W4FhDVB1ylY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/7842169500932279096/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=7842169500932279096" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/7842169500932279096?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/7842169500932279096?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/W4FhDVB1ylY/passing-of-poet-deborah-digges.html" title="The Passing of Poet Deborah Digges" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/Sey3jcRPMVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_TmBHkzu-r8/s72-c/Deborah+Digges.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/04/passing-of-poet-deborah-digges.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QCRnwzeip7ImA9WxVaGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-3945611056728382462</id><published>2009-04-15T15:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:02:47.282-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-15T16:02:47.282-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prose poetry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chicago poetry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="neighborhood" /><title>More about "Neighborhoods: Poetry Writing Workshop" in Chicago on April 18</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SeZLbj5WmSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jOVQw7eZV9w/s1600-h/Harold+Washington.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325026546276538658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SeZLbj5WmSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jOVQw7eZV9w/s200/Harold+Washington.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicago is a city of neighborhoods, each with a distinct feel, a unique style. Become the creative bard of your neighborhood. Set your imagination free, gear up your memory, and take part in a writing workshop for adults where you’ll create a story poem about your neighborhood, whether an urban or suburban one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a story poem or prose poem? How does it differ from a standard poem or short story? What are the special sights, sounds and aromas of your neighborhood? Is there an unusual character who stands out in your neighborhood? What makes your neighborhood like none other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out at Neighborhoods: A Poetry Writing Workshop led by poet Cynthia Gallaher on Sat. April 18 at 1:30 p.m at Harold Washington Library Center in Chicago. Explore prose poems by Rimbaud, Baudelaire, Italo Calvino, Carolyn Forche and Chicago’s Stuart Dybek. Get city-centric poetic inspiration from Polish poet Wislawa Symborska. You’ll then mix it up and try your hand at mapping out your own prose poem or two about that special place in Chicagoland – your own neighborhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655077-3945611056728382462?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/bzE63BByCKg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/3945611056728382462/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=3945611056728382462" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/3945611056728382462?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/3945611056728382462?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/bzE63BByCKg/more-about-neighborhoods-poetry-writing.html" title="More about &quot;Neighborhoods: Poetry Writing Workshop&quot; in Chicago on April 18" /><author><name>Cynthia Gallaher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528052139106896290</uri><email>clvcpoet@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01238506375946814425" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFI97ocPbBY/SeZLbj5WmSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jOVQw7eZV9w/s72-c/Harold+Washington.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://journaltips.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-about-neighborhoods-poetry-writing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MFQnw-fyp7ImA9WxVaGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655077.post-878936796654206764</id><published>2009-04-15T15:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:03:33.257-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-15T16:03:33.257-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry writing workshop" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sandra Cisneros" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prose poem" /><title>Free poetry writing workshop on Sat. April 18 at the Harold Washington Library</title><content type="html">Neighborhoods: Poetry Writing Workshop. Write a story poem about your neighborhood during a prose poem workshop led by Cynthia Gallaher on Saturday, April 18, 2009 from 1:30 p.m. to 3:00 p.m. at the &lt;a href="http://www.chipublib.org/branch/details/library/harold-washington"&gt;Harold Washington Library Center&lt;/a&gt;, 400 S. State Street, Chicago, Room 3N-5. For more information or to register, call 312-747-4400 or 312-747-4713. This event is part of the One Book, One Chicago celebration for "House on Mango Street" by Sandra Cisneros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655077-878936796654206764?l=journaltips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~4/l50Ikg1dfkI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journaltips.blogspot.com/feeds/878936796654206764/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655077&amp;postID=878936796654206764" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/878936796654206764?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655077/posts/default/878936796654206764?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JournalWritingTipsWithATwist/~3/l50Ikg1dfkI/free-poetry-writing-workshop-on-sat.html" title="Free poetry writing workshop on Sat. 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