Our publishing house’s first book Nicosia in Dark and White won a prestigious POYi Book of the Year award

It snowed in Nicosia (this happens less often than a leap year)

Wrote a new short story

Spent all Saturday in Troodos playing with the snow [snow angel not pictured]

A good week indeed

Snow falling on tropical trees and our little fish pond

I made these as a tribute to Bill Watterson

Moon over frozen lake

The award winning photographer taking pictures of frozen lake with his homemade pinhole cameras

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We went to eat at this little restaurant by the beach. The rain started falling as soon as we sat down and continued all the way through lunch. But when we walked out to leave, the rain stopped and the sun peeked through the clouds. Making everything impossibly bright and contrasty.

We drove up the coast stopping to look at the waves along the way.

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It was a tiny little camera. It took tiny pictures. That you could stick on things, if you got the sticky film. (The pictures were as small as post stamps.)

For a whole year I looked for the version of it that was also digital.* Never found it. I shot a few films with it. They were kind of expensive.

By the time I could afford more film, they stopped making it. It stayed in the closet,  as new. The other day I turned it on and it even made the sound that its flash was warming up.(I had forgotten to take out the batteries.)

Of course, I could always bring it back to life. All I need is some APS film and a floppy. Ha ha ha.

*0.3 pixels and 1 MB of internal memory!

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Yeap. We got the white stuff too (no, not the dust that comes from the Sahara, the other thing, frozen flakes that fall from the sky.)

Not in the city of course. (That happens very very rarely. About every twelve years or so.)

Slide film pictures, scanned and posted from snowy Mount Olympus. (Not really–but how would you know?)

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Okay, new thing: when I get stuck on a story, I scan films.

Which is more productive than what I was previously doing: watching too many old episodes of The Big Bang Theory.*

Which is really how I remembered that once, a long time ago when I worked in L.A. I was on a photo assignment at Saks in Pasadena, and on the way to the car I stopped and took some non-work related pictures.

Ah, Kodak, you made good films. I always liked how they were way less green than Fuji. We had some good times. I hope you won’t die like Polaroid.

*On the last picture on the left: The Cheesecake Factory.

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Another selves-portrait,* circa 1991.

Happy Birthday mom!

xoxo

*selves-portrait: taking a picture of another person and including yourself in the frame. [coined!]

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It’s only January but things have already been real busy.

A lot of new writing and lots of different projects in development. We are making travel plans for later in the year.   Book Ex Machina is getting a site revamp.

But here’s a little sneak preview of a tasty literary treat we call Matchbook Stories.

Each matchbook is a  tiny story in prose or poetry form. They are stories about meetings fleeting and temporary, about moments and places, invoking the feeling of real matchbooks. A few words that can be carried in a pocket and shared with a friend, or perhaps a stranger.

The first four made their debut in a Nicosia Christmas market. But there will be more on the way.

To kick off the project me and Matchbook Stories poetry editor Lee Jing-Jing contributed two each. Mine: Paris, Las Vegas and Cha Cha Chicken. Jing’s: An Old Wives’ Tale and Last Fall.

In due time we will post ways to buy and submission guidelines. But in the meantime, this is a sneak preview.

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