Sam Style

p.s. Bye, Sam and Melissa!

Shopping downtown, a makeover at Bloomingdales.




Walking to dinner
(Isn't San Francisco supposed to be warm in June? Just ask Mark Twain.)

8:00 a.m./8:00 p.m.

Breakfast at the Children's Writers & Illustrators Conference at the glorious Book Passage in Corte Madera




















Dinner with my beautiful niece and nephew (Melissa and Sam)

My favorite thing this weekend: After an incredibly long walk, rinsing off the sea glass, taking a shower and making a martini. Then getting in bed and between sips reading my new George and Martha book cover to cover. Writing a tiny note to Aggles.




















Tom reading the new Lawrence Block.



















Hooray! One last birthday hurrah: Em and John, our favorite next door neighbors, took us to Rumble Fish. What a sweet and delicious treat, except for the pot sticker that got stuck to the roof of my mouth. (Worth it.)

52 Trees Say Cheese!

photo by Jane Underwood
Take a look at this amazing book by my friend and writing teacher Jane Underwood. Gosh, I hope I didn't make too many mistakes in this post. I'd better let the book do the talking.

Metamorphosis

© Linda Davick

Well, I want to write some letters. On my last letterhead–from 7 or 8 years ago–the bird with the note coming out of its mouth (1st image) was printed really BIG. It was transparent so you could type over it. Recently it started looking unfriendly to me. And I decided I wanted to use a tiny bright image instead. So the bird morphed into a more rounded character with big round ears. ("I'm a good listener.") But then I thought: That mouth is wrong. What if the mouth were the same weight as the legs and feet? I kind of liked how the smile went from eye to eye instead of from ear to ear, because I use my eyes as much as my ears, if not more.

Then I thought, the creature should say something about how I love working on the computer. So the body started taking the shape of a computer pad. But then I thought, should the ears be pointier? Should I have arms and legs? Then I thought: Should I try to look like a girl? That's where I always seem to run into trouble, getting dressed and doing hair. If you have any suggestions, please don't hold back.

Do you find this to be true? A lot of business letters today are simply typed into the body of an email. When a letter is typed onto a letterhead, usually the letter will be read as a PDF, not as a printed piece. 

She Loves Computers

©Linda Davick

Tuesday Evening

This evening, no beach glass.
But graffiti, yes! Brand new, too.

Beach Glass Season

TWO EVENING'S WORTH! Beach glass was back in style Sunday and Monday.

I know you're probably getting tired of beach glass photos. So go see the new Woody Allen movie (Midnight in Paris). It's lower-key than usual, and wonderful, as always.

The Week's Haul

We Met The Artist

To think there's a group in Tiburon that meets once a month to discuss articles in the New Yorker! Tonight the group decided to discuss pictures in the New Yorker, specifically those of Mark Ulriksen, whose work we love. So we hightailed it across the bridge to Joe's Taco Lounge for a taco, and then zipped straight over to the library.

The joint was packed. Members of the club brought bottles and bottles of wine. Mark's younger daughter Lily helped him with the computer so that the presentation ran without a hitch. And I walked out with a Mark Ulriksen Giants wallet for Mary Ann. (I paid for it first, of course.)




















Yep, that's Billy Grimes on the left. I'm on the right, and if I look a little worse for the wear it's because the woman below–that's Lucille–made me hike with her all over San Francisco this afternoon. Afterwards we took a moment to gulp down some sparkling wine and oatmeal chocolate chip cookies before I zoomed home to pick up Tom.