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Black is the Color…of a movie screen! (*headdesk* ugh *sigh*)

Posted on April 21st, 2011 by annakjarzab

(Why am I the worst at coming up with subject lines for my blog posts, you guys? Really, I’m awful. Take the blog away from me!)

I just wanted to pop on to tell you (if you hadn’t already heard elsewhere) that the film rights to my friend Alex’s BRILLIANT sci-fi trilogy about a near-future America in which, upon puberty, children either die or develop frightening psionic powers, where those that survive the so-called “Kid Killer virus” are experimented upon and placed in internment camps, have been optioned!

My love for BLACK IS THE COLOR is well documented on this blog, so as you can probably imagine I’m BEYOND pumped. It’s hard for a person like me to love a book so much and not be able to talk to anybody about it, since I want to talk about everything, all the time. I can read The Hunger Games (as I am doing now, rereading it, actually, and also I’ve moved on to Catching Fire) and chat about it for hours with my coworkers, my friends (who’ve all read the series), people on Facebook, etc. It’s painful to love a book nobody else but a few privileged few have read yet! So I can’t wait for it to come out (summer 2012!), and I’m crossing my fingers for a film version, although I’m not quite sure there’s a young actor in the world who can live up to the Liam in my head (as evidenced by my hesitancy to accept Josh Hutcherson as Peeta).

Yay! Go Alex!

Unfinished business

Posted on October 7th, 2010 by annakjarzab

So there’s this thing that keeps happening. About twice a week, I’ll open up a new blog entry and start writing it, get almost to the end and, because I’m tired of talking by then, have no idea how to wrap it up, so I’ll save it for later and then it never gets posted. I just want to let you know, I intend to blog about two to three times more than I actually do blog, and there’s a whole graveyard full of abandoned blog posts just sitting in my drafts queue to prove it. Whoops!

I thought I’d use this post to wrap up some loose ends from my various recently deceased but (I’m sure) incredibly interesting blog posts. Let’s get started:

  • I saw The Social Network with my roommate last weekend. It was really good, especially the writing, which I guess is expected due to the Aaron Sorkin factor. I recommend that people see it, but I will say that I don’t think that these people are necessarily wrong when they say that the movie is A.) not an accurate representation of Mark Zuckerberg as a person, and B.) not a movie that’s overly concerned with exploring the import and impact of Facebook. They call Facebook a MacGuffin, and they’re right; the characters of Mark and Eduardo in The Social Network could really have created anything and the dramatic tensions and character arcs in The Social Network would have been the same. So if you’re looking to see a movie about Facebook, The Social Network is not it; if you’re looking to watch a well-written, well-acted movie about flawed characters betraying and retaliating against each other, by all means go see this one.
    • Eesha went in to the theater to grab us seats while I got popcorn and soda. I ordered two Diet Cokes, but after we’d been sitting down a while, we started to suspect that they were actually real Cokes. Eesha was like, “Well, we’re already drinking them…” and I said, “I just like to think of this sort of thing as God’s little hello.”
  • I also cooked a really great chili last weekend. My mom bought me a slow cooker for Christmas last year, and so far all I’ve made in it are batches of chili, mostly turkey chili, in varying degrees of delicious. But this batch of turkey chili was especially delicious–probably the best I’ve made so far–and it fed me for four days, lunch and dinner! I’m the sort of person who can eat the same thing over and over again and not get sick of it, so the slow cooker is the single most wonderful gift I’ve gotten in my adult life.
  • I’m sick now. My dad and sister were sick at the wedding last week and warned me, to which I said, “Oh, I never get sick.” And of course my immune system was like, O RLY? And now I’ve got a cold, too. The universe is a cruel, cruel prankster sometimes.
  • Last Thursday, I left my duck umbrella at my friends’ house. I woke up on Friday and couldn’t find it anywhere, so I assumed I’d left it in the cab, but then I got this text on Sunday: Somebody misses you. It had this picture attached to it:


That would be my duck umbrella (her name is Quackityite–because she’s white) hanging out with Cambria’s creepy 3D kittens. You can’t tell that they’re 3D from the picture, but if you saw them in person you would realize that their heads are actually sticking out from the background. I actually bought them for Cambria, so I guess I’m just getting what I deserve here.

  • I’m in the thick of revising my manuscript. Hopefully, this book will be my second book in my deal with Random House. I’m doing this new thing where I separated all the chapters out and stacked them, and am going through them one at a time, marking them up with red pen, then inputting the changes before moving on to the next chapter. It’s working out quite nicely so far; I’ve got 21 chapters completely finished, and I’ve marked up chapter 22 but haven’t inputted the changes yet, and I have eight chapters to go (if you’re a math whiz like me, you know that the book has 30 chapters). Right now, the book is at 375 pages and around 97,000 words, which surprises me every time I see those numbers. To me, it just doesn’t seem that long. That’s longer than AUT by a lot, and yet, it just seems to read very fast. I think that’s because so much of it is dialogue. Which I fear will be a problem for people, but I like it that way.


  • Oh, and just a fun story for my boring life: on Tuesday, I went home sick from work around 1:30, and guess what I came home to? This:


That’s right! When I got home, we had no water. According to my roommate, we’d had no water since 10:00 AM, so what this “1:30-??” business is is anyone’s guess, really. The water didn’t come back on until 6:30 PM–I had to go to the bar to use the bathroom! It was very rude. Wah.

Anyway, that’s what’s going on in my universe. Oh, and also my friend Leila‘s book went on sale on Tuesday! It’s called Mostly Good Girls and it’s HILARIOUS! So, so clever and full of life. If you’re looking for a contemporary story about friendship and prep school, this is the ideal book to pick up. I got my copy last night at the Union Square B&N after dinner with Alex, and because I’m lucky and Leila lives here, it was signed! Although, she works down the hall from me, so probably I could have a signed copy if I wanted, anyway. But still.


Oh, and I read Alex’s new book, and it is awesome. I can’t wait for other people to read it SO I CAN TALK TO SOMEONE ABOUT IT FOR GOD’S SAKE!

The best thing I have ever (co)written

Posted on August 17th, 2010 by annakjarzab

So I think maybe you might have gotten the idea that I sort of love Lois & Clark. Fair enough. In my last L&C post, I mentioned that I originally fell in love with the show, back in the day, along with my friend Megan, who was my super best friend growing up and is still someone I adore. Anyway, one of the everlasting legacies of my friendship with Megan is this poem, which we wrote following her break up with a guy we went to junior high with during our freshman year in high school (HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT PEOPLE HAD BOYFRIENDS IN JUNIOR HIGH AND FRESHMAN YEAR IN HIGH SCHOOL? WE WERE JUST PUPAS AT THAT AGE. Sorry, I had an attack of the olds just then.). Anyway, the poem is HIGH-larious. I found it thanks to the infinite memory of the Internet and promptly sent it to her tonight–and also forced Kim and Eesha to listen to my pedestrian recitation of it. So here we go:

My Soup-erman
by Wanda Lolo Detroit*

We’re sitting here laughing at you
For things you did or didn’t do
The way you drew me into your arms
Romancing me with your fatal charms

Little did I know we’d have three kids
And live in a one-room trailer
That you would be a no-name hack
And I would be a sailor

They couldn’t call you Superman
Because you’re not that strong
Take it from me, my Soup-erman
On this I cannot be wrong

I fixed you chicken noodle
When you were sick with the flu
Cause you got bit by the ugly bug
And I can’t stand looking at you!

I made you tomato basil
When you brought your parents home
Actually, when I think about it
Have they ever heard of a comb?

I found your nosehairs in the chowder
When I stirred it last night
Did you get into my face powder?
Something just isn’t right

I cooked you some beef stew
And left it on to boil
But when I got back that afternoon
You’d seasoned it with garden soil!

Did you eat beans, my Soup-erman
Or is it just nature calling?
I cannot stay in this house much longer
I hate your constant squalling.

I’m telling you, my Soup-erman
I can’t take this anymore
I’m moving to Metropolis
I’m walking out the door

I’m going to be an ace reporter
Who gets in a lot of trouble
I’m going to meet my Superman
And we’ll marry on the double

You cannot stop me, my Soup-erman
This just is how it’ll be
Someday you’ll read the Daily Planet
A feature story by me

Too bad you won’t get your soup
Not from my kitchen, anyway
You’re not my ideal, Soup-erman
You’ve never saved the day.

Okay, so obviously I’m going to have to abandon this blog soon, because any day now they’ll be announcing that Megan and I are co-poet laureates, and you know I’m not going to have time to update you with all my thoughtsicles on Twilight and shizz.

JUST KIDDING. But oh, how that poem kills me. I find it so funny, and best of all, I have such wonderful memories of actually writing it with Megan. We were basically falling out of our chairs with laughter. You know what else I just found out that is awesome? Megan, a life-long Superman fan, just named her newborn son CLARK KENT. Normally I’d be very wary of this, but it just makes so much sense to me, and the baby is GORGEOUS. I’m sure he’ll grow into his name, no problem.

A couple of notes about the poem:

A. When I read it to Kim, she made a very acute observation: “It sounds like you guys just picked words that rhymed and then stuck them in between mentions of different kinds of soup.” Right you are, Kim.

B. Notice how the rhyme scheme is all ABAB, except the first stanza, which is AABB. Curious. I wonder what some Ph.D. student forty years down the road will make of that when they’re writing a thesis on me. I’d like to think it’ll be called, “Soup and Stupidity: A Rumination on Anna Jarzab’s Juvenilia.” One can only hope.

*This is an embarrassing L&C inside joke. Anyone who gets it receives a gold star!

Spring in New York

Posted on April 9th, 2010 by annakjarzab

I’ve never been much of a romantic about New York. I don’t refer to it as my boyfriend, or get weak in the knees when I see the Empire State Building or anything like that. But there are times in this city where you just cannot deny how lovely something is, and how glad you are to be here at that moment. Like last night, for example. It was hot during the day, like in the 80s, which is crazy because it’s the first week of April THANK YOU GLOBAL WARMING. Anyway, Joanna is in town and we had dinner plans with our friend Abby, so I was walked from work to the West Village (maybe that sounds like it was a long walk? It isn’t. I work just over the Houston border in SoHo), veering off Hudson at Barrow and promptly getting lost because everything in this city is like a grid–above 14th Street. After that, things can get wonky at times. Which is ultimately fine, because I was early and happy to wander down side streets, past exquisite brownstones, the sun bathing the streets with a golden glow, the heat settling softly on my shoulders like a light sweater. I snapped this iPhone shot:


The street was so serene and pretty. What you can’t see is the small blossoms being shaken from the trees by a stiff wind and wafting down around me. Quite picturesque, if you ask me, as was the adorable, delicious little restaurant where we ate dinner.


The Little Owl is a restaurant that I’d never been to before, but which had been recommended to me several times in the past. It’s a bit wee inside, so if you’ve got a large party I wouldn’t exactly recommend it, but otherwise, if you’re just a couple of people looking for a delicious meal from a place with perfect service, friendly staff, and a lovely location, look no further.

The One With the Awesome Book Available Now Wherever Books Are Sold*

Posted on March 24th, 2010 by annakjarzab

So, remember how I once told you about this completely wonderful fantasy novel, Brightly Woven, written by my completely wonderful friend Alexandra Bracken? OF COURSE YOU DO, because you commit my every blog post to memory. Or you’ve been trolling through the archives, where you stumbled upon this post. Whichever.

Anyway, this post is just to let you know that Brightly Woven came out today! Alex and I had dinner at Old Town Bar to celebrate (I had a turkey burger; it was okay but I’ve had better) and talk publishing and writing, as we are wont to do. But first, we went to the Union Square Barnes & Noble and saw that they had four copies of Brightly Woven. When we left B&N, they had one copy. I bought one, and then each of Alex’s two–TWO!–friends who showed up while we were standing there admiring the New for Teens display each bought one (one of them bought AUT, too, so, you know, she’s my favorite). Rumor has it that her coworkers cleaned out the 5th Ave B&N stock as well. We are a FORCE to be RECKONED WITH, we Alex Bracken fans. 🙂

Anyway, you should totally buy and read Brightly Woven. Look, I read a lot of YA, and too often these days I find that the characters in the stories don’t feel real to me. They’re either too plain and boring for me to connect with them, or they’re too perfect/implausible to be sympathetic. Alex’s characters are not like that. They’re real people, with real flaws and real virtues, and they screw up a lot, but they also have a lot of heart. That’s what I value most in literature, and furthermore that’s what I think literature’s main goal is–to create characters you can believe in.


*I’m in ur computerz, stealin ur blog titlez, Bracken!

The return

Posted on January 24th, 2010 by annakjarzab

Hi folks! Some of you might be wondering where on God’s green goodness I’ve been in the past few weeks, because it certainly hasn’t been at my desk, blogging. I assure you that there is a good reason for this: I haven’t had Internet in my apartment in over a month, because I moved, and our new apartment didn’t have a cable hookup so we had to have one installed, which is harder than one might imagine and anyway, long story short, the guy from Time Warner came today and after a snafu or two with the modem, we are in business!

So I’m back in black, as they say. As you might imagine, the last few weeks have been quite the whirlwind. First, All Unquiet Things was officially delivered to the world on January 12th. My lovely friends have been sending me pictures of it in bookstores. Let me share a few with you:







My beautiful cousin Emma



My beautiful sister Fish


The thing that’s interesting about that last photo (if you can’t see it, it’s in the bottom left hand corner) is that I went to that store on a whim yesterday after buying tickets to see Up in the Air (more on that in a later post, probably). I was afraid it’d be sold out but I’m too cheap to pay the Fandango surcharge (and like I said, no Internet at the homestead until today). I had some time on my hands, so I went to the theater early, bought the tickets (it wasn’t sold out, but seeing Golden Globe/Oscar award-winning/nominated films in New York can be tricky sometimes on weekend nights and I wanted to be sure), and headed over to this store (which shall remain nameless! No favoritism here) just to check to see if they had AUT, because, you know, NEUROTIC WRITER TYPE.

Anyway, I couldn’t find it anywhere–not under J in the Teen section, not in the New for Teens section, nowhere. I was a little frustrated, because of the aforementioned capitalized phrase, and I asked a store associate for some assistance. She told me they had it: it was just in the New Fiction section. The New adult Fiction section. And there it is, posing as a book for adults. Crossover! What an exciting word. I hope adults (and not just adults who read YA) will pick AUT up and read it, just as I hope teens will. I think it’s a great book for both age groups, and they’re pretty fluid anyway.

Other things have happened, too. I had my bookseller/librarian dinner that Random House so very graciously arranged, which was wonderful. Then I had my birthday, which was also wonderful–I truly have the best friends in the world. On Saturday, those same amazing friends threw me a book party. I can’t even tell you how cool it was. I saw people I haven’t seen since college–since high school. And there were even some surprises–people I didn’t even know lived in New York came to wish me luck, and it was so great to see them.

My best friends took the book cover image and blew it up poster sized, then taped it to the wall for everybody to “blurb”. Some people wrote sweet things, some people wrote funny things, some people wrote mock-insulting things (my favorites, inspired by MD’s hilarious “blurbs” from a couple of months ago). I’m going to frame it and hang it on my wall over my dresser–I’ll take a picture when I do so you can see it in all its glory. Oh, and there was also this:


When I got to the party and saw the poster, I was so blown away, but then Nikki said, “Oh you just wait. There’s another surprise.” I guessed pretty quickly it was a cake, and then was alarmed, because I know that picture cakes cost A FORTUNE, several hundred dollars at least. But oh no, no no. Nikki made one herself. And look at how magnificent it is. Better than anything Ace of Cakes could’ve churned out, that’s for damn sure. That’s a Vanessa Hudgens doll posing as dead Carly, if you were curious.

The next day, I headed off to ALA to attend the “It’s a First!” cocktail reception. I got to take the train, because ALA was in Boston. I’d never taken a train like that (I’ve taken the subway and, like Metra and New Jersey transit and stuff, but never Amtrak) and it was so great. Joanna said called it “romantic”, and that’s exactly what it was. It was sort of a gloomy day, so these photos don’t seem too cool, but when we rounded the bend somewhere in Queens and caught sight of Manhattan, my nose was glued to the window.


There were four debut RH authors at the reception, so I wanted to read everybody’s books before I got there. I almost succeeded! A for effort. I’d read Jame Richards’ Three Rivers Rising (a novel in verse about the Jamestown Flood; Jame is one of my fellow Tenners) a while ago, and I finished Swati Avasthi’s Split on the train. Let me prove it to you:


Okay, I realize that is just a picture and doesn’t prove that I finished it, but I did. It’s a great book about a teen boy running from an abusive household, and at some parts it was just so terribly sad and gruesome that I wanted to turn away, but I couldn’t, because it was so compelling. I liked how brutally honest it was about abuse and what it can do to the people affected by it, how it can change them and trap them and push them away and pull them back in. The relationships between Jace and his brother Christian were so true, I was very impressed by that. Also, Swati is just a doll; it turned out that she was reading AUT, too, at the same time. Coincidence!

This entry is getting so long, so I’m just going to give you a little rundown of what I did at ALA, with a few iPhone pics to illustrate, and then sign off till next time.

When I got to Boston, I took this picture:


I took that on the walk from my hotel to the convention center, because I was in Boston for less than twenty-four hours and most of those were nighttime/early morning hours. My cabbie was horrified by this and made me promise to return someday. I assured him I would, because Boston’s been on my long-time to-visit list for a while and now that things have calmed a little maybe my friends and I will make a road trip out of it soon.

I went to the convention for a few hours and mostly hung around the RH and Penguin booths. Here are some pictures of that:





Okay, yeah, I had to take a picture of my own book. SO SUE ME! Wait, don’t. All the ARCs, of my book and everyone else’s at every house, was yoinked on Friday, so I got next to nothing, but c’est la vie. Must not be greedy!


Some Penguin-y books as well.

What did people do before iPhones? Oh, carry around actual cameras, you say? How boring.

Then I left the convention and went back to my hotel to ready myself for the reception and meet my editor. The reception was great, as events with librarians always are. I got to meet some awesome new people–librarians are so friendly and love to chat about books, and there’s nothing I’d rather chat about, honestly–and see some awesome people I already know, mostly RH people. My audio editor and producer were there, and it was great to see them. It was also really nice to spend so much quality time with my editor and publisher. I’m really lucky in that because I live in New York, I get many more opportunities to see and talk to my editor than writers who don’t live in New York do. It’s a great thing she’s such a smart, interesting person–I love talking books and publishing with her.

Because I was feeling sick, after dinner with my editor and publisher I went upstairs to sleep. Okay, I watched the Golden Globes, then I slept. I woke up very early in the morning to follow the ALA awards Twitter feed, then went back to sleep. Then I met my editor to get on the train and we went back to New York, where I collapsed from illness and fatigue.

One other interesting, writing relating thing happened at ALA, and I’m going to blog about it, but not now. Now is the time to put this post to bed so that I don’t break everyone’s Google Readers by making it any longer. I’m going to go program our DVR to tape 30 Rock now! Cheers all.

Brightly Woven + Interview

Posted on August 22nd, 2009 by annakjarzab

Okay, first off, the lovely folks at Teens Writing for Teens saw fit to interview me, and so of course I took this opportunity to talk shit about creative writing classes. Go ahead and dissent if you must.

Second of all, I got to read Brightly Woven by my friend Alexandra Bracken. JEALOUS?! I know. Alex and I live in the same city, which is awesome and allows us to get to goss about publishing and writing and the whole nine, plus exchange ARCs because we are just that impatient!

Can I tell you how much I hearted Brightly Woven? I have to say, I’ve been raving about Tenner books, and yes, these people are my friends, but also I am critical so when I say I love something I mean it! Brightly Woven is wonderful. I’m not just saying that because Alex is wonderful, which she is. I’m saying it because I truly loved the book, loved every second of reading it, loved North and Syd and the world she created. I’m not a high fantasy person, not going to lie, but when I picked up BW I knew I was going to enjoy each line and I did.

Because you know what? Syd is no wallflower. I love a good, headstrong, stubborn main character who makes decision based on gut instinct. Sometimes they screw up. That’s the best part! Syd is amazing–she is never once unsure of who she is, even when she’s unsure of everything around her. She knows what she wants and has from the beginning. She also has a huge heart and great reserves of sympathy, which is really important, because being headstrong and stubborn is all well and good, but if you don’t use that for good you’re just kind of a jerk.

I know I’ve been kind of MIA recently, and I know I said I was going to try to update more, and I realize I’ve been largely absent from Twitter as well, but a new era is being ushered in–I’m getting an iPhone! Probably. So I can Twitter from ANYWHERE I WANT soon. The tweets won’t stop. I want to blog more, too, but there’s not a whole lot going on with me at the moment. I’m just working and writing. I really need to find a name (or at least an acroynym) for the family drama (which has taken on some mysterious elements, because I JUST CAN’T HELP MYSELF) so I can talk about it without writing a huge sentence like I just did, but basically that book is going well. Almost 150 pgs, and I can tell this book will be smaller than AUT and MB, so that’s probably 2/3 done. GR is stalled, but I figure I’ll go back to it once I’m done with…the family drama with mysterious elements. It’s more of a dramedy, really. Dramedy/romance/coming-of-age/mystery. Shoot me.

Still waiting on an editorial for MB so that I can start revisions on that, and that’s pretty much all the news there is to use on the publishing front. Oh, and I visited the Listening Library offices the other day to drop off my audio contracts, where I met the lovely Rebecca Waugh, who acquired the AUT audio rights. She took me to the audio closet, where they keep all of their extra copies of the audio books, and I got to wander through and pick out a couple. I got Feed by M.T. Anderson and Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You by Peter Cameron, and Rebecca and I had a talk about how I really love YA novels that deal with the issue of spirituality in a smart but not evangelical way. This discussion was sparked by Madeleine L’Engle, whose audio they do.

So I think that’s it for me. Oh, and because I have them up in my browser right now, here are some things that are inspiring me currently. Random, huh? I promise, someday it will all be very clear.

Ramble ramble ramble

Posted on August 16th, 2009 by annakjarzab

I know! Where have I been this week? Oh boy, you don’t even want to know. So this post is just going to be a quasi-coherent ramble about almost nothing. Lucky readers!

So first of all, I’ve been writing. I have quite a few pages done in my family drama, over 100 now, which is nice, and I think I know where it’s headed. In fact, maybe I should plot out the second half of the book so that I can just follow along with that and it would get done quicker. Sigh, you know that I won’t. But that’s going well, and I think when it’s done I can really focus on GR, which needs my full, undivided attention to really work well and get somewhere. It’s going to be a long, dark fall.

Also, let me tell you about a couple of Tenner books I read this week. I’ve been so in love with the quality of the Tenner books I’ve read so far–I can be quite critical, but I’ve been pleasantly surprised by how wonderful these books are. For instance, Suzanne Young’s The Naughty List. SO! AWESOME! I’ve been describing it to people as Bring it On meets Clueless meets Veronica Mars. The main character has a very unique voice, and she’s just so fun. Plus, I could not figure out where Suz was going to take the story. I knew what I wanted to happen, but I just couldn’t be sure if that was going to happen or not. I was kind of right. At least, my suspicions about a certain character were proven correct in the end–I never trusted this person, and I was right not to! That was a relief. I loved The Naughty List, and I’m excited for the sequel.

I also read Jennifer Hubbard’s The Secret Year. It was exactly the kind of book I like, exactly the sort of narrator I love and get invested in, and you’ll see why in January. It’s a slim novel, but it’s emotional and affective and poignant. I think people will really like it. Now I’m reading Brightly Woven; I couldn’t wait till I got the ARC through the Tenner tour, so Alex and I agreed to swap ARCs at dinner last night. I started reading on the train ride home and stayed up till 4 AM reading. I’m a third of the way in and love it so far. Alex and I had a long talk about a lot of things last night, but one of the things we talked about was how we don’t like empty or “perfect” characters–we’d much rather write characters who have moods, who make poor decisions based on their own convictions, who can be difficult and a pain in the ass at times.

We just think that when you get to know and love a character like that, it’s so much more rewarding. In one way or another, all of my MCs have what my mother would call “a bad attitude” about something. Sometimes you get it, because they’ve been through something traumatic or been betrayed or lost their sense of self, but sometimes (I’d say one out of every two MCs I write is like this) it’s just because they’re regular people, and regular people are sometimes spoiled or snobby or bratty. It doesn’t make them bad, it just makes them human. And I think that’s interesting. What’s more interesting is charting their progress, through a series of events, from spoiled/bratty/snobby to much more enlightened, understanding, empathetic people. That’s what most of my books are about, at the core of it–learning how to see people for who they really are, and loving them for it.

Just as a side-note, let me introduce you to my new computer background:


Yeeeeeeah! Who’s excited for the return of Gossip Girl? That’d be me, for defs.

So yeah, okay, I’ve been writing this week and reading this week and working this week. That’s pretty much it. Oh, and hanging out with my friends. Did I tell you guys my friend Kim is moving to New York? Long Island, really, to work at a university out there, but that’s so close! I don’t know how I got so lucky, having my three best friends in the world all live in New York. I keep thinking that I’ll wake up and be in my bedroom at my parents’ house, working at Thomson, with all my friends in SoCal and only my parents and dog for company. These past few years have been such an incredible whirlwind of good and bad, and I’m finally beginning to think it’s not going to disappear if I close my eyes.

Matryoshka Mondays!

Posted on July 27th, 2009 by annakjarzab

Because apparently I’m now one of those crazy ladies with a creepy obssession, I came up with this really rather unnecessary idea to do Matryoshka Mondays which are basically posts put up on Monday (which I’m sure you gathered) with some sort of matryoshka item of interest (probably just to me)–from my growing collection, or just something I found on the Internet. Eventually, once I get my life sorted, these will probably involve a book giveaway, because I have a LOT of books and a teeny, tiny New York apartment with very little room in it. But that will have to wait. Today, it’s just this:


I found this print on Etsy, in the AutumnAndEve shop. It’s adorable, and only $14.99, but come on, I cannot just pounce on every single matryoshka related item on God’s green goodness. Save some water for the fish, as they say. So I refrained…for now. I did just buy a matryoshka print after all. I couldn’t resist, I thought it was too too funny:

uqq5a1ynqpckjmwmuamsajcro1_5002I especially like it because the surly boy doll in the hoodie is, like, the most accurate depiction of Neily I’ve ever seen.

In other news, I finally got home last night around 1:30 AM, after being delayed for almost two hours in Oakland (this is what I get for bragging that all my flights had been on time or early this entire year) and being put into a holding pattern at JFK because of the weather. Apparently there were huge thunderstorms or somesuch? I did see lightning from the plane, which is of course terrifying. But all was well, I landed safe and sound, the taxi line was long but not ridiculously so, and I gobbled up some mac and cheese and fell dead asleep.

Maggie’s wedding was awesome–very laid back and sweet–and I’ll be sure to post pictures soon, but until then…enjoy the matryoshki.

My friends are total enablers

Posted on July 22nd, 2009 by annakjarzab


Kate: I saw this and thought of you.

Me: I’m going to become one of those crazy ladies that collects things that other people find vaguely creepy, aren’t I?

Related: Dubbs brought me a matryoshka bottle opener from the Czech Republic (I think? Somewhere in Central Europe, at any rate). It’s also a fridge magnet. Gorgeous.