I printed a new zine back in January. It's got ten poems in it and it was meant to be a sort of lite version of a longer zine which would include the same poems and a new story. But life is moving quickly and I'd rather put out something completely new next time, so it looks like this little book is the definitive version of Fits. Tim told me it was good. My friend Kaylin told me that it made her cry, which is one of the best compliments I've ever gotten. 

For my Edmonton kids, I think it's still in stock in the 780 distro's vending machine at Transcend Garneau. If you can't make it all the way up north, I'd be so happy to mail you a book or email you a file.

ETA: If the vending machine eats your money, as it did my friend Carmyn's money, please go ask one of the lovely baristas to open the machine for you. They have a key. 

In other news, I have a poem about bread that's going to be printed on some coffee sleeves sometime during the next few months, and another poem about sex and winter included in Forty Below: Volume 2, an anthology of Edmonton writers on Edmonton winters, which should come out in November. Local projects for the win. I'm so excited to be part of all of this. 

xx Lizzie

the end of summer (means jam)

Welcome to the first Saturday in September. Here is the news:

1. School started. I'm taking Epistemology, History of Early Modern Europe, Writing a Sense of Place, Middle Eastern Narratives, and 18th Century Rhetoric. (And starting my honours thesis on Emily Dickinson. Gulp.) I'm smitten with my creative writing prof and I get to read Persepolis for Middle Eastern Narratives. 

On the first day of school, I walked in to a gym for the first time. In spite of my nervousness (I was actually shaking), I squatted 105 pounds--a personal record, and due to nerves, done in record time. 4 days later, I'll still howl if you touch my quads. 

2. The garden has lapsed into wilderness and I am only trying to hunt and gather as much as I can. I finally made that borscht. I've also canned 12 jars of applesauce, 8 jars of rhubarb, 5 jars of raspberry, and 1 doll-sized jar of gooseberry jam (more on the jam later), 5 jars of salsa, and 2 jars of pickled peppers. I've chopped up and frozen pounds of rhubarb and zucchini for winter baking. I still need to dig up the potatoes, but I ate baby carrots at school and work all week.

I invented a genius slaw with the first of my green cabbages: Wash 1 small green garden cabbage thoroughly, removing dirt, slugs, and larvae. Chop finely. Mince 1 clove of garlic. In a large bowl, whisk together tahini, olive oil, garlic, salt, white sugar, lemon juice/white vinegar, black pepper, sesame seeds--all to taste. Add chopped cabbage, stir to coat, and eat immediately. 

3. I took Simpkin to the vet in our new bike trailer. On the way home, we stopped at a new cafe. I got a job interview. I start on Monday. That makes three paid jobs for me, because--have I told you?--I've also been moonlighting as a speech pathologist's assistant, working on pronunciation, grammar, and reading comprehension with a brain injury client since late winter. It's fascinating. 

4. It's getting chilly, and Fall in Edmonton is beautiful. On Thursday night after I got out of class late, Tim and I bought curry in Garneau, then walked across the highlevel bridge to eat in the park. This was the view on the way over. On the way back, the sun directly behind us and the river valley falling away under the middle of the bridge, we saw a full 360 degree rainbow. The timing was incredible--Tim had just been explaining about them. 

5. After having the top of my head taken off by the brilliance of House of Cards, I think I've discovered more great TV. I started The Honourable Woman last night and I'm already wondering how I'm going to accomplish anything until I've finished it. So far, the cinematography and screenwriting are perfect, and the characters are beyond intriguing. Also: Maggie Gyllenhaal.

6. Truly Myrtle's new series, Share All the Things Friday, is delightful and the inspiration for this random collection of a post.

7. I started the gauge swatch for this sweater. It's going to be Tim's Christmas present. The last time I planned to give him a sweater for Christmas, I finished said sweater in March. Clearly, the time to begin is now.

8. And finally! It's time to give away some jam. I've been doing this giveaway every summer for two or three years now, and it is one of my favorite blogging traditions.

Would you like a large jar of rhubarb jam, made and canned by me from the rhubarb growing in our garden (transplanted from my Opa's acreage the first summer we lived here)? For my part, I would love to send you one. I'll ship anywhere in the world. To enter, leave a comment here or on Facebook or Twitter. If that doesn't suit you, send me an email. Let me know what you like to eat for breakfast. Lately I've been stuck on a toast-with-cheddar-and-jam kick. I'll draw a winner (or two) on Wednesday night.