Chapter 5: Liu Sing He was the sixth of eight brothers in the An-Wei province in the delta waters that emptied into the Canton district and finally Hong Kong. He was sent to America- Old Gold Mountain more specifically- also named San Francisco. The Italian name never conjured up, for him, the dreams of promise, [...]
This is the first installment of my Nanowrimo novel, Woodward’s Garden. It’s a story of a few people on the edge of the millenium in San Francisco. Please comment- love to know what you think. -Anna Chapter 1: Woodward’s Garden She took the trolley across town and walked a few blocks to the next one, [...]
Welcome to I Can Haz Murder, a murder mystery… start here A strip joint in the morning, an empty paddy wagon trolling down the main drag, two young guys in striped shirts and jeans, stumbling and laughing down Grant Street with lattes. This was the cheerful grittiness of Beth’s walk up Columbus to her new [...]
Killing off Web 2.0 folks, one at a time. Enjoy I Can Haz Murder, a serialized murder mystery. If you guess the answer, you get a special “smartypants” chiclet Nick powered down his $2 Guinness. He sang tunelessly along with “Sister Christian” on the jukebox, along with his friends, hwile also eating Indian food. Gretchen, [...]
why I don’t like smilies on 12seconds.tv This is my motivation for the mystery series: Death to Smilies, btw. Poll is still open… [poll id="3"]
New murder mystery starting. In this one, laid off workers get laid, entrepreneurs get pruned, and software developers go soft. But first, in this blush of enthusiasm, I ask my readers to pick a name. If you have any bright ideas, add them to the comments and we might do a revote. Titles in the [...]
My host in Sweden, Ingrid, served me horseradish soup one of the last nights, and I loved the peppery creaminess of it, so I roughly recreated the recipe yesterday for my Dad. From Epicurious and altered. Ingrid said she bought it at the store and re-heated. 1. The hard part is finding fresh horseradish. Whole [...]
(Novel in progress) Betty and Anita walked through the aisles of the Farmer’s Market, then stopped at the back of a white truck. Anita peered in the cooler. “What is this?” A middle-aged guy put his hands on his white apron, “We’ve got rabbit, veal, pheasant…” Anita and Betty laughed quickly and paid the $40 [...]
(a novel in progress) “Remember when Atari was big? We went to that place, I forget the name, but you have to ask for ‘the library,’ and it was the place everyone from Atari went.” My mom told me, across the table at Ideale, an Italian place in North Beach. “Well, we were there for [...]
(novel in progress) Betty had a loft near Fourth and Townsend, where the Caltrain disgorged workers every morning, and sent SF people to San Jose for jobs at Big Blue or other points South. In reality it was an infrequently used train station. Situated 15 minutes walking from downtown SF, through the winos and homeless, [...]
being human: "I signed up to study the genetics of evil. When does it mean sleeping with a vampire..." Uh, when it's Aidan Turner.
I'm probably planning too huge a menu for burning man, ha
great advice RT @eduncan911: RT @chathri: I need these for this weekend: Food tips for #Burningman http://bit.ly/bP6B7u /via @bakespace
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