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Monday, February 28, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

learned today:
1. the word mage, courtesy of the youngest's spelling list
2. that Salem Lake extends all the way out to Kernersville (Linville Road, specifically)

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Phonophoto of the day


Whenever I see this sign I momentarily think it's a warning that I'm about to be flung off course in any number of random directions.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

Garden kitsch. Yessss.

Step right up

New local etsy love is up in the righthand column, and it's full of amusements, from a pretty much insane decanter doll thingie to a talking hair clip to a banana plant in bloom.

As always, thank you for supporting local artisans!

Friday, February 25, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

... And so ends The Week That Never Was.

Bring on next week.

ATTN: Local Would Be X-Gamers

Skateboard Lessons

Locally sponsored skater, Chris McCraken, will guide you through the basics of riding a skateboard to pulling off simple tricks on a vertical ramp. Groups are limited to 6 per group. HELMETS AND PADS ARE MANDATORY.

Cost: $25 / 4 week session
Location: Fourth of July Skate Park, 702 W. Mountain St, Kernersville
Register before the Friday of each session
Session 1: March 5-26
Session 2: April 2-30
Saturday from 11:00 a.m. – 12:00 p.m

Call 996-3062 for more information.

Town of Kernersville, Parks & Recreation Department

Local Musical Conversation

Pamela Howland
A Musical Conversation between Frederic Chopin and George Sand
an original work
Monday, February 28
7 PM
R.J. Reynolds Memorial Auditorium
301 N. Hawthorne Road

Proceeds of this event will go toward the making of a documentary film on the life and musical genius of Frederic Chopin. REMEMBERING FREDERIC will be filmed in 3 countries by Stone’s Throw Films, Inc. of-Pfafftown, NC, comprised of members of the UNCSA School of Filmmaking faculty.

Pamela Howland

RJ Reynolds High School
Stone's Throw Films (no website found)

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

This is what the poor, sick youngest finally asked for, putting his daily intake so far at innumerable small sips of water, half a popsicle, and almost all of one plain graham square. This is not the diet of champions -- no wonder the bedside toys have called a meeting to talk about it.

Local No Child Left Behind (Unless His/Her Parents Use Gmail)

After the fourth unanswered, unacknowledged sending of the same email, I got it: WSFCS has blocked gmail again, sometime since last Wednesday night when the oldest's Language A teacher received and replied to one.

So I went to the WSFCS webpage and attempted to find contact information for the IT department. Hey, guess what... they only have email addresses listed. Email addresses that cannot receive my gmail.

I finally called the general line and asked to be connected to IT. Joyce told me very courteously that they "simply cannot whitelist the entire domain", so I asked if she could simply whitelist my gmail. Having been told she could, I provided my gmail. Whether or not teachers will now actually receive my gmails and for how long remains to be seen.

I cannot understand why an announcement is not made that we need to provide email addresses to be whitelisted. Why can't it be done through Parent Assist? This is at least the fifth time in two years that this has happened to gmail users, and still no system is in place?

In any event, currently most gmailers will be unaware; their gmails will not bounceback, no notification that the destination domain has rejected the gmail will come through. Instead their missives will just disappear into cyberspace, ignored, unnoticed, and unremarked.

On the teacher's side, their emails to gmailers will appear to go unanswered. Think this doesn't matter? Let's try on this scenario.

TEACHER EMAIL: I am concerned that Tim seems to be falling behind in math. Please let me know if you can meet one day next week to discuss this.

(PARENT GMAIL: Of course! I can come any day during your planning period or after school. Just let me know when.)

TEACHER EMAIL: As I emailed you last week, Tim appears to be struggling with math. His grade is now falling. I would very much like to meet with you about this. Please let me know what time and day would be good for you.

(PARENT GMAIL: Can we say next Monday at 2:30?)

(PARENT GMAIL: As it is Monday and I have not heard back from you, I am assuming 2:30 today did not work for you. Please let me know when we may meet.)
But the teacher will never get any of those gmails. By the time this is sorted out, how much time do you think will have gone by? Do you think the parent will be frustrated at the teacher's seeming lack of response? Do you think the teacher will be frustrated?

One hopes this isn't truly the future of parent-teacher-administrator communication.


Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

not my grocery

I abhor visiting other groceries, even other branches of my "home" grocery... that feeling of not knowing where anything is and this layout is completely nonsensical and why don't they carry my brand, what's wrong with these people. In fact, if anyone ever wanted to torture me, really ratchet the screws tightly, one of the best methods would be to make me visit a different grocery every single time I shopped. I'd be bonkers within 2 weeks max. YES, I CONFESS, I DID IT. Anything. I'd confess to anything.

Local Medicinal

Local Biological Warfare

All that remains to be seen is whether either of the dogs become afflicted, because yesterday evening and continuing into the night, the three remaining human members of the household developed the plague as well. I think the total amount of household sleep tallies up to about 45 minutes, and I'm being generous.

The cat should be fine; the day she greets one of us on our return this gleefully will be the day pigs fly (perhaps to spread swine flu).

If you're in the mood for your own canine to lie bedside while you ail, I suggest Joyce, who looks exceedingly patient and loyal. Or Winfred, who'd very much like you to change his name.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

When the oldest was in preschool, back in DC, we paid tuition fees of $450 a month for him to attend a 3 hour/5 day a week program*. There was one month (November, I think) that there was an absurdly high number of holidays for which the school closed, and on the few days the school was open, he was without fail sick, and so I had to write the tuition check for that month without him ever having attended.

Now it's my own life going unattended, as once again I've caught whatever scourge is making the rounds, this one striking exceedingly suddenly and violently. I'm told it's a 48-72 hour virus, but I've given my body notice that it must be better by tomorrow, at about 42 hours, because I have things to do, and frankly this annoys me as much as writing that check did.

* Pretty much the going rate. There was one school we looked at that was $7200 for the year, but most fell somewhere between 4-5 thou.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

Some fancy shmancy stop signs they have out here in Clemmons. Wowsers.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

Goodwill Industries, University Parkway

One day I'll tell you the story of how I acquired my own childhood china doll. As seems to be the norm recently, it involves Maine. Clearly I have Maine on the brain.

I miss Maine.

ooh! a ladyslipper shell!

New local etsy love is up in the righthand column, and I like to call this color scheme Foggy Sky Meeting The Atlantic On The Coast Of Maine.

(For the record, those days were always my best for beachcombing.)

Thank you for supporting local artisans!

Friday, February 18, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

100 block of Hood

Local including four different varieties of blueberries

Forsyth County 4-H is holding their annual plant sale to raise money for their scholarship fund. Youth EARN scholarship dollars through participating in 4-H events that they can use to off-set their registration costs to 4-H events such as workshops, teen leadership events and 4-H camp.

Orders are due on or before Friday, March 11th, and pick-up is from 8:30 am - 6:00 pm on Thursday and Friday, March 24 & 25th.

4-H Plant Sale Brochure (pdf)
Forsyth County 4-H Program

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

Surely you must be feeling neglected by now, and I'm so sorry. This week while the city repaints yellow lines, I'm spending copious amounts of time at the middle school selling Spirit Wear. To be in that lunchroom is to feel like one is sitting in on some sort of sociology observation; it's very much like watching heartwarming and heartbreaking coming-of-age rituals from another culture.

This past Monday was Valentine's and so the other volunteering mother and I were witness to a particularly sad Valentine moment -- the would-be Valentinee was not cruel, just not actually into the young man at all. And immediately I remembered My Worst Adolescent Valentine's Day Ever.

---insert tragic, telenovela music here. I suggest the plaintive notes of a lone violin. ---

So at one of the high schools I attended, the cheerleaders ran a Valentine's rose exchange as a fundraiser. For maybe $2, you could send a rose to anyone else in school, with the colors of the rose having different meanings. A red rose meant you were in capital-L-Love, a pink rose meant you were in lowercase-l-like, white meant we are friends, and yellow was from a secret admirer.

Y'all, when I was sixteen I sent a yellow rose.

And it was supposed to be anonymous, but the minute that boy walked into English on Valentine's Day, the only class we had together and the period after homeroom when roses were delivered, when he walked in and looked straight through me, I knew without the slightest doubt that the cheerleaders had told him, that he knew, and I knew in that deep gut way you know things about ailing relationships but usually pretend you don't know, no, everything's fine, really, it is.

He never looked at me again. Forget the friendly chin nods and occasional heys I'd been receiving in the hall, the impersonal but friendly exchanges before English began. Ptuh, I was dead to him. I spent every English class from February on with clenched hands and a knot in my stomach.

(Looking back as an adult, I cannot imagine why I believed it was truly anonymous, that there was some sort of sanctity of the secrecy of the admirer, because hello, if there is one thing adolescent girls cannot do it is keep a juicy secret.)

I wish I could say and then I said something snappy that made it into a funny joke or then I called the cheerleaders out and won, but I did no such thing, the best course of action seeming to me to be: ignore the fact that you're being ignored and if confronted deny, deny, deny.

He never confronted me. In fact we never spoke again.

The End.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Phonophoto of the day


Local There's No Place Like Gnome

The youngest's birthday present to me was a date to the Grand to see Gnomeo & Juliet. He purposefully held my hand periodically throughout, it being a date afterall, and then when the movie was over he announced that this year he wanted our backyard to "look like that." Fountains, shaped topiaries, trees growing out of toilets... all of it.

I don't think we'll go that far, but I am here at the Ace on Robinhood pricing small gnomes for Easter baskets. He can go gnome-wild in the tire this year.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

There's one copy in stock of her Lima Nights, which book I stayed up past one to finish one night and paid for dearly the next day, but unfortunately for you Edward McKay doesn't currently have the Marie Arana book that truly made me feel like I was under a spell: Cellophane, which is, no exaggeration, García Márquez or Naguib Mahfouz brilliant. Unfortunately for me, they also lack a copy of American Chica; I've been checking for that one for months, because when I find an author I enjoy so thoroughly I like to leave no work unread.

Arte Local, ¡Olé!

Hispanic League
Spanish Nite Gallery Show
a one night exhibition
featuring the artwork of
Raul Montero
Maria Mysior
Saturday, February 19th
6-9 PM
Associated Artists of Winston-Salem Gallery
301 W. Fourth Street

FREE admission, open to the public. Light hors d’oeuvres and wine. Sales benefit the Hispanic League Scholarship Fund and Associated Artists of Winston-Salem.

Hispanic League

Raul Montero
Maria Mysior (sadly no webpage)

Monday, February 14, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

Coming soon: rock hunting, creek stomping, firefly catching, and extended periods of shoelessness!

Local Carolina Blue

Forgive the radio silence; I'm finding it impossible to drag myself indoors.

Local The Gift of Life

Due to poor weather conditions across the country including here in Northwest North Carolina, the Red Cross nationally has lost over 300 blood drives and 14,000 units of blood. Locally, we have experienced the loss of dozens of blood drives and hundreds of units of blood. There is an urgent need for donors to come forward and give the “gift of life”. It only takes an hour of your time and the actual donation process is just 6-8 minutes. Please call 1-800-733-2767 to schedule an appointment soon. Thank you!

Or stop by one of the numerous blood drives taking place this week in Forsyth County:

February 15, 2011 9:30 AM - 6:30 PM
Calvary Baptist Church Scout Building
5000 Country Club Road, Winston Salem, NC

February 15, 2011 8:45 AM-1:15 PM
Parkland High School
1600 Brewer Road, Winston Salem, NC

February 16, 2011 10:00 AM-2:30 PM
NC Baptist Hospital (WFUBMC)

February 17, 2011 9:00 AM-1:30 PM
Carver High School
3545 Carver School Road, Winston Salem, NC

February 17, 2011 6:30 AM-3:30 PM
NC Baptist Hospital (WFUBMC)

February 18, 2011 6:30 AM-3:30 PM
NC Baptist Hospital (WFUBMC)

February 19, 2011 9:00 AM-1:30 PM
Fountain of Life Lutheran
323 Hopkins Road, Kernersville, NC

February 19, 2011 9:00 AM-1:30 PM
Heavenview United Pentecostal Church
1410 W. Clemmonsville Road, Winston Salem, NC

NWNC Red Cross

Saturday, February 12, 2011

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Local PSA

The weather, ah, she is lovely! I want to stroll about the fair city, visit with friends al fresco, enjoy a meal at an outside table...

With the cooperation of downtown businesses, Keep Winston-Salem Beautiful has placed cigarette butt receptacles along Fourth and Trade streets as part of a new campaign to fight cigarette litter.

Receptacles for cigarette butts have been placed on Fourth Street at Foothills Brewing, Separk Music, Noma, Mellow Mushroom, Rana Loca, and the Nissen Building; and on Trade Street at The Other Half Gallery, Chelsee's, Sweet Potatoes, the Winston-Salem Urban League, Finnigan's Wake, the Silver Moon Saloon, Elliott's Revue, and the Bubbling Well. Additional locations may be added.

In addition, Keep Winston-Salem Beautiful has a supply of sturdy re-useable pocket ashtrays with a metal liner and a sliding cover that snaps shut. The pocket ashtrays are available by calling CityLink at 727-8000.

The campaign is being financed through a $5,000 grant from Keep America Beautiful.

Every Butt Hurts
Keep Winston-Salem Beautiful

Local Blooms

New local etsy love is up in its home in the righthand column, with flowers aplenty!

(Clearly today's warmer temp and tomorrow's even warmer forecast have put me in a spring mood.)

Thank you for supporting local artisans!

Friday, February 11, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

I had no idea there were two.

St. Pauls, Summit Street

Small flags make me wistful and proud, but valentines on graves break my heart.

Local Scry

detail of A Scry on the Wall, a show by Haydee Thompson currently hanging at the Electric Moustache Gallery, Krankies, 211 E. Third Street

intr.v., scried (skrīd), scry·ing, scries (skrīz)
To see or predict the future by means of a crystal ball.
[Short for DESCRY]


Local It Must Have Been Cold On The Mound

The Museum of Anthropology
"Change and Stability: Cultures and Climate of the North Carolina Piedmont in Prehistory"
Dr. J. Ned Woodall
Professor Emeritus of Anthropology, Wake Forest University
Tuesday, February 15th
7 PM

Dr. Woodall will discuss the impact of a changing climate on Native American groups in North Carolina prior to the arrival of Europeans. This event is FREE.

When we went to Town Creek Indian Mound a few years back, we visited during dragonfly season, but seeing this lecture title now, in the winter when I can't seem to quite get my fingers warm? Bam, it's like a lightbulb going off: Icy winds must have mercilessly whipped across that mound some days.

I feel like an idiot; it never even occurred to me when we were there.

Museum of Anthropology

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

Today was an exercise in frenzy, a hodgepodge of disjointed amendments to appointments and errands, a certified, bona fide wild ride through the Dub Ell Yoo Ess.

And so finding out that the back gutter has begun to serve no actual gutter purpose didn't throw me as badly as it might have on a different day. It was basically like adding a pinch of salt to the ocean -- made no difference whatsoever.

Wednesday, February 09, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

Of course we had to stop by Blue Ridge Ice Cream's reopening, not only for the delicious frozen goodness but also to see how the space has subtly changed during the annual hiatus; 2011 brings enormous, cheerfully leaf-like shades.

Local Loveable

Meet Pee Wee, currently residing at 5570 Sturmer Park Circle. This sweet puppy would like to come live at your house and see if his irresistible coat matches one of your sofas. He was originally part of a litter of homeless pups, but now he is the only one left, poor fellow, and I cannot understand why since (1) he is AH-MAZING and (2) the breed name creativity potential is sky high.

Yes, well, when Pee Wee is at Westminster, he generally shows in the Whiptailed Ebony and Ivory Muscleman in the Mirror Retriever class. Under parti-color, of course.
photo credit: FCAC

Local FYI

Breakfast of Course! has chocolate swirl brioche French toast with strawberries as a special today.

Local student-run

"The Baker's Dozen"
a student-run charity group


A Night of One Acts

Friday, February 18th
Saturday, February 19th
7 PM
Mount Tabor High School Auditorium

Suggested donation: $5. Proceeds will benefit the Children's Home.

Mount Tabor High School

The Children's Home

Tuesday, February 08, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

Shaffner Park

A house in Maine that fronted the shore often had a row of rocks on the other side, facing the road. Usually the rocks were painted white to make them more easily visible to motorists during rain or fog, and I suspect they were there in the first place to keep those same motorists from driving off the road onto whatever little grass separated house from street. We had a row of rocks lining our driveway, but they were unpainted, because if you were in our little gravel driveway, you'd already left the roadway, cleared the line of pine trees, and presumably meant to come see us.

At the back of the little cove just across the street from our cottage, there were enormous rocks, much bigger even than these, just in front of the sea wall. At highest tide when the ocean rushed in, it would sometimes slam angrily against the large rocks and frothy sprays of water would sort of shoot up, but generally the cove was quiet, a haven of perpetual tidepools sporting slick, bright green seaweed that looked like troll doll hair.

Local Sign of the Times

From now on you'll want to have small bills onhand to pay for your Juice Shop smoothies.

Local Community

AIDS Care Service
Hampton House Art & Framing

Kudos to WFU Athletics

First and foremost because of Coach Walter, who is teaching an amazing off the diamond lesson.

Secondly because I think the below is a pretty cool and creative Valentine idea for überfans; WFU has several kablillion.

Wake Forest Athletics is offering a first-ever Valentine’s Day treat for Deacon fans – DeaconGram deliveries from the Deacon himself. For $150, the Deacon will make a personal delivery of a card, flowers, candy, balloons and two tickets to the February 19 Wake Forest vs. Florida State men’s basketball game to a designated recipient in the Triad (within a 35 mile radius of Wake Forest campus). Plus, Wake Forest will send a photo of the Deacon presenting the gifts to the lucky recipient of the DeaconGram.

The Valentine’s Day deliveries are available to Wake Forest fans or to anyone who wants to give a highly unique and personalized treat to someone special. Those interested should call (336) 758-5011 or email wfsports@wfu.edu to make arrangements. Deacon deliveries will be made during one of two time periods (either 9 a.m. to noon or 1 p.m. to 5 p.m.) on February 14.

Proceeds from DeaconGram valentines go directly to the Mascot Scholarship Program. Due to time and delivery constraints, Wake Forest Athletics is offering a limited number of DeaconGrams. All orders must be submitted by Friday, February 11.

Wake Forest Athletics

Monday, February 07, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

empty because I swang* thru to grab the goodness at 4 PM

In our family we have a tradition that the birthday celebrant gets to pick who should cook and what.

I chose nobody and Bib's.

Whee! Happy Birthday to Meeeeeeeeeeeee!

* is this a word? Should it be swinged? swung? My defense: swim, swam, swing, swang.

Maybe a cousin, twice removed

So Central Library's been running a Movies About Movies series, and I thought it ended with tonight's screening of The Purple Rose of Cairo, but according to the calendar, they've added another screening of Adaptation for next Monday, February 14th, at 6:30 PM.

For the record if you've never seen this movie, you need to, because it's sort of kinfolk to If on a Winter's Night a Traveler by Italo Calvino, which is one of my favorite mind-blowing books ever. (Also on the list: Time's Arrow by Martin Amis.)

Central Library

Sunday, February 06, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

I thought about taking a phonophoto of my tortured chapstick, but really, I'd rather offer up something equally personal but less icky.

So on this, the eve of my fortieth birthday, I give you a phonophoto I took at the Torpedo Factory in Alexandria, Virginia last August. To this day I am still smitten with the words written in yellow and wish I could chalk them onto a wall in every school, especially the middle kind.

Saturday, February 05, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

500 block N. Liberty

I'm still ill. Accordingly enjoy yet another in my ever popular Phonophotos Taken The Day Before My Immune System Failed Me Utterly, 2011 series.

...but not newspapers anymore (alas)

What's black and white and red all over?

The new local etsy love in the righthand column! One item is edible; all eight are incredible.

Thank you for supporting local artisans!

Friday, February 04, 2011

Thursday, February 03, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

Fourth Street

Apple Pawn, Fourth Street

I feel like this is a lot of volts.

Local Opportunity to Learn

Winston-Salem State University
presents a
Bunce Island Exhibition
curated by
Joe Opala

Tuesdays-Saturdays, 11 AM - 4 PM
through February 26th
Room 207C
Thompson Student Services Center

601 S. Martin Luther King Drive

Bunce Island, a British slave castle in Sierra Leone linked forever to the southern United States, is presented in this documentary exhibit of images and text on the castle's history.

Thousands of African captives were shipped through this West African location in the 1700s, particularly to the rice growing areas of the southern United States. The Gullahs are descendants of the slaves from Sierra Leone.

The traveling exhibit, curated by Joe Opala, is FREE and open to the public.


Joe Opala

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

sidewalk near RJ Reynolds High School

My Fair Lady

Book fair, that is.

I've been pitching in at the one at the elementary this week - AD is running the show - and having a grand, if hectic, time.

And now sit back, children, because it's time for Yet Another Story from Lucy's Childhood!

So I went to a small, private elementary school where my mother was a teacher. Every year we had a book fair. And the school was aware of which children might be going through what issues, like Karl C. having juvenile diabetes and having to sometimes go to the teacher's lounge to get a sugarcube from the refrigerator (oh, how jealous I was! I loved those neat little blocks of sweetness!), or Courtney M., whose sister died of leukemia, the kind that now is pretty curable but sadly not in time for Amanda. We had a few kids whose parents were divorcing, but that was still pretty rare, at least at our relatively affluent school, where my mother sometimes seemed the only mother who worked outside the home. (And yet she was the one who finally stepped forward to run the Brownie troop and later the Girl Scouts! She, who had so little time to herself to begin with!)


So the school knew which kids were going through what, and they would always make sure to have a few special books at the book fair sort of geared toward those children. But to be discreet, the books weren't held aside or anything. They were just in among the wave of books that once a year seemed to swamp the little basement room where morning assembly for grades K-3 was held.

And so the year I was eight and lived in Osh Kosh B'Gosh corduroy jumpers, my mother was approached by another teacher in the teacher's lounge, where all the teachers hung out to smoke when they had no class to teach and where Karl C. went to get his sugar cubes, and the other teacher asked my mother if everything was OK at home, if there was anything she wanted to talk about. My mother was completely confused and a little startled by the question, she (rightly) deeming everything to be pretty smooth at that time. She said as much and asked if there was some reason behind the question, and that's when it came out:

My choice of book, given a fistful of dollar bills and free rein at the book fair, was a non-fiction tome called How It Feels When a Parent Dies. I can still picture it; hardback with a burgundy cover with a black and white photo and white title and author lettering. It was a collection of first person narratives from children of all colors and ages, all of whom had lost a parent, to accident, sickness, or suicide.

My poor mother must have wondered which parent I wished dead each and every time she saw me poring over it, which was every year or so as it caught my eye from the little white bookcase in my room. To her credit, she never asked me what it was about that book that made me buy it.

Sometime in between high school and college, it disappeared, I have no idea where.

The End.

Local Oddly Worded

North Hawthorne Road

Local Volunteers Needed

1. Watch this very cool video.

2. In celebration of Black History Month, St. Philips African American Complex in Old Salem is producing several plays and tours during throughout February and is asking for volunteers to be tour guides, parking directors and/or greeters.

If interested, contact St. Philips at 336.721.7399.

St. Philips
Old Salem