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Diana Hansen-Young
New York City
Writer/Artist
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So yesterday I'm on a long conference call with my agent about the two new coloring books coming out this fall. I'm sitting at my desk when my two cats rampage by, chasing two small mice, right over my bare feet. I stifle a scream and jump up on the... Continue reading
Posted May 6, 2016 at Diana Hansen-Young
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Every spring, I look outside my Brooklyn window, and see a brief explosion of white blossoms. For a few days, I am surrounded by a magical curtain that turns lime green as leaves replace petals. "It wasn't really so/but it seemed to me/ Popcorn Popping On The Apricot Tree" I... Continue reading
Posted Apr 2, 2016 at Diana Hansen-Young
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Cover model Smudge rushed over to check out his photo. He approves. He naps. He tweets: BUY BUY BUY I NEED SHRIMP, NOT KIBBLES. Amazon, folks. Continue reading
Posted Nov 25, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young
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The Statue of Liberty saw the crowds and the hate signs and thought she was watching the Hungarian Prime Minister speaking to the Refugees. . . and then she realized it was crowds in her own country. . . . . . and she cried. Continue reading
Posted Sep 10, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young
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He shows up every August, eating melting have ice which drips onto his clothes and down the steps. . . Plus -- I see there are at least half dozen visitors from Brazil! Olá Brasil bem-vindo ao meu blog! Email me and let me know what's happening in the lower... Continue reading
Posted Aug 30, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young
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"I'm The Only Living Boy In New York City. . . here I am. . . " He got the lyrics wrong. Continue reading
Posted Aug 26, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young
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. . . and so I wake up and they've left a gift for me, fruits of their hard-earned labor, all night long, two cats who brought forth a mouse. And they settle in to see how I like it. Continue reading
Posted Aug 23, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young
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Can you hear the people sing/Singing the song of angry men? Continue reading
Posted Aug 16, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young
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last night, but this time when he woke up, blood was coming out of his. . . whatever. Continue reading
Posted Aug 9, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young
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But who is on whose menu? It's a standoff. Continue reading
Posted Aug 8, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young
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A Pueo has short ears. Still, I was thinking about the pueo who lived on our farm way up in the hills in Kahalu'u. The road had no streetlights; if I came home late, pueo would come and swoop and glide in front of the headlights, leading me up the... Continue reading
Posted Aug 5, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young
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Someplace East of the Sun and West of the Moon, where every horn, antler, tusk and head is restored, and the lamb lies down with the lion. Continue reading
Posted Aug 1, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young
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Did Walter James Palmer learn his beheading skills from Isis? Continue reading
Posted Jul 29, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young
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So I'm at dinner at an upscale "diner" and the special is Chilean Sea Bass, which is tasty, if indeed it IS Chilean Striped Sea Bass, but the "special" price make me suspicious, so I ask the waiter: Is this really Chilean Striped Sea Bass? I rarely ask Fine Dining... Continue reading
Posted Jul 28, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young
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So out of my window I can see the Manhattan skyline just above the Brooklyn skyline, which includes the Hansen Clock tower and Met Foods. So the three of us sit and peacefully watch the sunset and the stars - no, wait. Stars don't flit. Don't go after them, boys... Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young
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In her ubiquitous fur, ca. 1920, San Francisco, where she was a "flapper." Fox furs were all the rage, and she asked her dad, my Great Grandpa Wylie B. Duncan to "get her one." Wylie B spent the winters panning for gold and trapping for fur, and the summers building... Continue reading
Posted Jul 21, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young
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So I'm in a taxi on Fifth, and we stop at a light. To my right, I see a meter-ticket-giver is standing at the front of a mini-van, which is parked in a NO STOP OR DIE zone, shaking his ticket-scanner-thingie, which has refused to issue a ticket. Meanwhile, in... Continue reading
Posted Jul 20, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young
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for all the reasons which will be revealed later. Hooray Hooray! In honor of pen and ink, I had a hot pastrami, and sketched my favorite pastrami-sandwich-maker with ever-present toothpick. Brooklyn: Nobody does it better. Continue reading
Posted Jul 17, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young
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So the spy guys are back. Honestly. Our own Department of Defense Network Information Center (IP 30.73.235.243) visited me on July 12. Right behind them was the Russian Federation Information Network - Moscow, Moscow City (IP 176.77.88.229). So once again, I did a water color in their honor: I am... Continue reading
Posted Jul 14, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young
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So it's Thursday afternoon at Thrillerfest X. The writer in front of me has the rapt attention of the agent. He's pitching his thriller, a steamingly fleshy autobiography: "Fifty Shades of Gray" meets "Night of the Living Dead" meets "Dr. No". He's so excited he's lost both feet, a hand,... Continue reading
Posted Jul 13, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young
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Overnight at a lion rescue park. Hear them roar! Continue reading
Posted May 15, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young
And once again, I fail to blog. Ask me some time about the curried goat and lima beans. Continue reading
Posted May 15, 2015 at Diana Hansen-Young