I am still a novice to blogs but I realise that I should be identifying other blogs that I like. This is part of the code of ethics of bloggers – to admire and link to one another.

The first is Jane and the Ducks  and it is run by a dear friend who I rarely get to see, not only because she single parents most of the time and has three adorable girls but also because, as you will see, she is up to insanely creative stuff all the time. I have admired her blog for many years and been the happy recipient of some beautiful presents from this talented person.

Veronique in the land of the ‘little people’ or V au pays des Muffins is another site run by a lovely new friend who now lives at the end of our block.  A former window display artist and jeweller, her current focus is textiles. Her work sells privately and to a boutique in Geneva where her creations rub seams with the Designers Guild and others.

And someone whose blog Motivated Grammer  seems to be tackling verbage such as the verb to unlike that has cropped onto Facebook.  Facebook is deserving of a post in and of itself. How did we actually willingly get lured into divulging all our private details publically?  It makes George Orwell’s 1984 seem so fuddy duddy and and lacking in prescience.

I expect I shall find more but for now that is it. I tend to think that bloggers have no families and probably a job that allows them to tootle away at work being creative with words. I have no idea how they would otherwise manage to keep up with this extraordinary pursuit.


2 Responses to L’inks

  1. Gabriela Rios says:

    Hi Francesca,

    I enjoy reading your post “Winter Social Come and Gone-Stop” about your adventures on the road. You write it with sharp observations, captivating suspense and as an invitation to look further. Your perceptions about street signs and the citizens behavior opened my mind. I agree that the STOP neurosis is pervasive and appears very often in our everyday life without even being aware of that.
    I would like to add that is easy to find a comfortable zone and STOP moving ourselves beyond. Sometimes we let others to establish our own limits.

    Your post is extremely fun too. I have never thougth before that driving through DC is like dictating a telegram, or that this STOP signs are there to let us think that we are all equals. Anyway, I am lucky to be just a pedestrian who doesn’t have to look the STOP sign at every corner.
    Please, don’t STOP writing your blog.:


  2. Hi Francesca,

    Gabriela told me about your blog (ink quillibrium). Congrats! For years, I have been thinking of doing something as you are starting, a sort of personal collection of impressions and thoughts, but I don’t have the self-discipline for writing a blog. I love your posting about “Parenting seminars and how to avoid them”. You have a quite personal voice, subtle points of view and a welcoming skepticism on those pseudo-efforts of teaching or learning the common sense. I would like to know what other Westbrook’s mothers think about those “evanescent moment of we-can-do”.

    I also enjoyed watching the flash mob in the mall. I didn’t get any aesthetic or seasonal implications as, maybe, Gabriela could have done. It’s amazing to realize how conventional our public space’s perceptions are. When we are in public spaces, probably we are more predictable, unconscious and gregarious than ever.

    The flash mob in the mall reminded me a beautiful exhibition that I saw at the Guggenheim Museum in New York, earlier this year. It was done by Tino Shegal, a young British artist who removed paintings from the Guggenheim’s rotunda and, by this way, tried to recuperate the ultimate meaning of the museum, as a place of talking, encountering, and self discovering. Maybe you know him.

    Anyways, I was totally surprised by the fact that the ultra famous Guggenheim’s rotunda, where I have seen many beautiful exhibitions, were entirely naked. Its architecture looked terrific and, at the beginning of the long pathway to reach the top, there was a couple kissing and simulating of making love. When my surprise had not been finished, an 8 or 9-year old boy asked me: Can you follow me?”, then he took me to an empty room and he asked me again: “What do you think is Progress?”.

    You can easily imagine how surprised I was. I didn’t expect to meet with an unknown kid and answer those kinds of questions. So he insisted: “Please, think about it. What do you think is Progress?” I finally said, “Happiness”. He took me in front of a girl, slightly older than him, and the boy said to the girl: “It’s Mauricio, and he thinks that “Progress” is “Happiness”. The girl started talking to me about “Happiness” and “Progress” (mainly, asking me questions about) and she took me in front of a third person, this time the first adult. The conversation continued while my guests and I spoke about different nuances of “Progress”, “Happiness”, “consciousness” and so on.

    Thirty minutes later, my walking ended up in a conversation with a jovial old lady who explained to me what show it was. “It is a show called “This Progress” by Tino Seghal, an artist from British. Today there is a nice article about him in the New York Times (http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/01/arts/design/01tino.html). Seghal’s intention is to reveal and think about the sense of the museums”. The old woman told me that she was a volunteer of the museum. She also told me that one of her most remarkable experiences during the exhibition had been to see the museum’s architecture without paintings.

    It was terrific to notice that I had got a completely new and original Guggenheim’s prospective. The old lady suggested me I should repeat the experience, and I was so happy that I did three times more. I enjoyed an unforgettable wintry Saturday, while walked and chatted at the Guggenheim.

    Of, course, I will be waiting your new thought-provoking blog postings.


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