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Not sure if this is worth posting as there have been so many comments, but I wanted to make as much as possible in advance for tonights mushroom lasagna. I have never made a bechamel sauce, so I was looking on line to find out if I could make it in advance. I came across a recipe for bechamel using extra virgin olive oil. I made it. It thickened nicely and is in my fridge for tonight. Tasted just like bechamel. I am kind of excited by this because I made the same amount of sauce your recipe calls for using 4 tablespoons of the oil instead of a stick of butter. I love butter, but when I can cut down on the fat I opt for that. Wondering your thoughts about this as I am always interested in your cooking advice. Looking forward to the lasagna and will post how it turns out with the alt. bechamel.

Firstly, it's the best place to go opportunity-wise (for illustrators, of course)

If you are just starting out, or if you are looking for ways to get your work abroad, this might be the right place to begin with. Most of the people from the children's publishing market are here, and most importantly - a lot of the publisher bring their art directors or editors along to (among other things) interview the illustrators. There is always someone to talk with you about your work.

Bologna is a good place to meet fellow illustrators

An illustrator's job may sometimes get lonely. Let's face it, sitting at your desk all day is not the funniest thing to do all year round. I share a studio with other creative people now (illustrators, graphic designers), but I also like to meet new people and keep in touch with other illustrators, that I don't meet daily. Spread your net wide and speak to them! Let people know you're going - share it in the social media world. If you don't find out who from the illustration world is going beforehand, no reason to worry, you'll probably meet new faces queuing for the meetings.

Keep your eyes open for inspiration, Bologna is a great for this!

There is so many beautiful books! Plenty of wonderful illustration work! Get inspired, keep your eyes open, visit the illustrator's exhibition in the entrance hall. Pay attention to what is going on outside the Fair (there are lots of things going on in the evening in the city - exhibition openings etc.)

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The discipline to get up every single day and do the thing I said I would do. The discipline to stick to the daily routine I eventually created for myself after realizing that structure is still needed even when you have the option of skipping off track. The discipline to write. The discipline to continue saving especially since my income is less predictable. The discipline to stay true to myself and to the reasons why I went off the beaten path.

I think each cooks and cleans their own. I Especially think that when I am watching a movie I will be infuriated by my husband walking up to me sticking his penis in my mouth.. I am more than mad!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you for this post. I began to cry as I read it feeling your words close to my heart. I know I am a selfish person and I to think too highly of myself. I love my husband dearly and want nothing more than to be by his side for the rest of my life. I struggle knowing how to love him and give him the things he needs. I too trust myself more and tend to make decisions based on what I want not what we need. I know he doesnt trust me and I dont foster trust in him for myself. I struggle with trusting him and I am unsure where to begin. I have always been a runner, running when relationships get to confusing and real. I am determined to stick to this one I have never been able to envision the future with any ost relationship as I can with this one and feel in my heart that this love we have is very special and something I never thought would happen. I feel I am walking in the dark though making many mistakes and I dont want to ruin this precious gift I have been given. Thank you for your honesty your truths ring home in my selfish heart. My hope is that I can accept my truths and grow learning a better way to love myself and love the man I call my husband.

It sounds like you are outgoing ("make friends quickly"), so you'll find that most people will respond positively to a conversation gambit. If there's a moment you want to share, look around you. I've had some interesting conversations, gotten some great tips, and sometimes even a companion for a few hours by initiating casual chats at sights or standing in line. Not only other singles, but couples and families are often as open (sometimes more so) to chatting. City walking tours are a great way to be with others. I've also found that age doesn't matter. People of all ages are open to sharing with people of all ages, you all have a common interest that brought you to that place, after all. Meals can feel lonely unless you find something to occupy you - I like to listen to audio books, others read or make notes in their journals. I do occasionally remind myself that even though I don't have someone to "share the moment" I also don't have someone tugging on my sleeve to move on. Email is a great way to keep in touch with folks back home and share-as-you-go by sending them a photo of a sight or a meal with a note.

Amsterdam is a great way to lean. It is full of art, easy access to nature, small towns and other art towns of Ghent and Antwerp, yes I realize Belgium, if you want to push it. It is on my list to go return to as a solo traveler as I've missed a few major museums. The Netherlands is a beautiful little country. My favorite small town is Volendam. Rent a bike or hop on a train for a day trip. I found people in the Netherlands to be extremely friendly and down to earth. I am an introvert, but I am not lonely when I travel solo. In fact, I easily meet many more people when I travel solo, and the freedom to do exactly what you want to do when you want to do it is wonderful.

Really? A tasteless, two-minute, 40-year-old deep cut makes a list of Weird Al's all-time greatest songs? Trust me: If it hadn't, I'd be on the receiving end of a haughty, handwritten-in-cursive letter from my 12-year-old self. Maybe it's all those memories of "Mr. Frump in the Iron Lung" spinning (and occasionally skipping) on the turntable in a certain pre-adolescent bedroom in tiny, lonely Iola, Wis. Maybe it's the fact that, all these decades later, I could wake up from a dead sleep and still recite every tiny vocal inflection from memory. But let's go with this: "It made me happy when I was 12" is not only high praise, but also cause for deep and abiding gratitude.

Eversince DavidBottoms first book, Shooting Rats at the Bibb County Dump,wasselected by Robert Penn Warren for the Academy of American PoetsWaltWhitman Award in 1979, readers have come to expect certain traits orpatternsof action in his poetry: a clear and credible voice offering accurateandevocative description of nature, as well as the natural activities ofeverydayexistence, often mixed with wit and irony, as he searches forunderstandingof the higher spiritual significance among the commonplace or ordinaryevents of life. With his retrospective Armored Hearts:Selectedand New Poems, published in 1995, these signature features wereevenmore readily apparent in an accumulation of outstanding lyricnarratives.

As thetitleof his initial collection might indicate, during the earlier years ofhispoetry some of Bottoms most characteristic works offerednarrators inrisky situations, outsiders and individuals barely on the ragged edgeofsociety somehow engaged in activities that were rebellious or defiant,perhaps even illegal and repellent. From those earliest poems andthrough some others that followed in subsequent volumes, we have beenintroducedto characters stealing ornamental ironwork and vandalizing gravestonesin a cemetery at night ("Wrestling Angels"), getting high on pot in acrypt("Smoking in an Open Grave"), hot wiring a friends car in themiddle ofthe night so it later could be rolled into a river to claim insurance("Inthe Black Camaro"), breaking into an old elementary school to cart offa scarred desktop carved with names ("The Desk"), or raping a youngwomanin a hayloft ("The Farmers").

Manypoems havepresented portraits of the lost or lonely: "The Drunk Hunter" secretlyhopes "someone has heard his shot, / takes time to warn heshunting postedland"; "A Trucker Drives Through His Lost Youth," searches "again forthespirit / behind the eyes in his rear-view mirror"; "The Lame" boydreams"he feels fish gnaw the swollen ankle, / carry off in their bellieschunksof his deformity."

Eventhose poemsin which the description and circumstances of the narrator most clearlysuggest identification with Bottoms and in which the speakerappearsto have undergone some sort of self-discovery, a moment of illuminationor imagination he may have been seeking an absence and aseparation fromothers always seem emphasized. "In a Jon Boat During a FloridaDawn,"Bottoms writes, "you feel an old surprise surfacing / in and aroundyou. If you could, / you would cut the outboard / and stop it all righthere." "In a Pasture Under a Cradled Moon," the speaker concludes by "studyingthe way the light drops into the trees, / the way so much love can belearned/ from loss." "In a U-Haul North of Damascus," the narrator findshimself"on the road from one state / to another, what is left behind nagsthroughthe distance." In "Paper Route, Northwest Montana," Bottomsrecallsan early glimpse of "a stunned white wolf" drifting down the river onanice floe, and he concludes, "sometimes in loneliness, I claim it / ablessing." And alone on another river "Under the Vulture Tree," he imagines theblackbirds filling a dead oak as "transfiguring angels," figures "who prayoverthe leaf-graves of the anonymous lost."

Thescenes depictedin Bottoms poems have always carried a strong sense ofauthenticity andcredibility as they carefully catalog even the most ordinary items ineverydaylife, yet present them in a lyrical language that lends an elegance toeverything that matters, especially those objects too often overlookedbecause of their commonplace appearances, but that are neverthelessessential.

Appropriately,in "Appearances" Bottoms recounts once listening to a radioreportersnarration of sheriffs deputies searching a hay field in a curveof headlights:"I curl under my blanket, / watch the yellow dial on the radio, thestarshanging / in the black panes of the window. This isreal." Indeed, the more "real" the images and events chronicled inBottoms poems,the more he seems obligated to choose musical phrases with convincingmetaphorsor similes that persuade the reader of their significance, and thericherthe reader is for it.

Bottoms abilityto transform the ordinary into the extraordinary can be seen in onewonderfulwork after another among the pages of these selected poems. "Underthe Boathouse" is a remarkable example. In this lyric narrativeeffectivelywritten in one extended stanza of nearly fifty lines, Bottomsnarratordescribes how he and his wife had arrived at a lake for a picnic, his"wife/ rattling keys, calling for help with the grill, / the grocerieswedgedinto the trunk." Instead of assisting her, he ran to dive intothelake, but as he "cut through water" into the "junked depth," his "righthand dug into silt and mud" and his "left clawed around a pain." "Caught by the unknown," his "lungs collapsed in a confusion ofbubbles,/ all air rising back to its element." He describes it: "Halfwaybetween the bottom of the lake / and the bottom of the sky, I hung likea buoy / on a short rope, an effigy."

Suspendedinwater between the mud beneath him and the sky brightening the surfaceabovehim, he finds himself out of his element, "a curiosity among fishes, abait hanging up / instead of down." His world has literally beenturned upside down. 006ab0faaa