We have once again been honored by the good folks at Chronicle Books, this time in the form of a blog post by our wonderful, amazing, fantastic, smart, funny, and drop-dead sexy editor Bridget Watson Payne.
As you will see when (if?) you read the post, Robbi wrote a nice comment saying nice things about Bridget to which Bridget replied with a nice comment saying nice things about Robbi—while taking a moment to note that a mutual admiration society seemed to be in danger of forming. Actually, Bridget’s words were more artful than my own. She refers to the “ouroboros of our mutual admiration,” a phrase which forced me to the dictionary where I learned that “ouroboros” is that foolish snake that eats his own tail (along the way symbolizing self-reflexivity or cyclicality).
In any case, Robbi “interpreted” the ouroboros of our love of Bridget (and Bridget’s own, rather inexplicable love of us) with the following drawing, which I am tempted to have printed on a t-shirt.
In all seriousness, working with Bridget (and all the folks at Chronicle) has been such a pleasure. At every step, she took something we loved and made it better, contributing ideas, perspective, and encouragement when each was needed.
Ugh, there I go sniffing butts again.
I guess our experience has been so good that I’ve gotten used to the smell.
Oh gross. Your last sentence took this metaphor one step too far, Swanson.
You’re fired.
I. want. t-shirt.
Though I don’t really wear t-shirts too often. How about some other thing that I can display proudly as both a former Classics major who studied that super-practical ancient Greek for three years and also a human owned by a dog who loves butt sniffing contests.
Robbi is a genius. Not an example of flattery. Just a simple statement of fact.
Perhaps a canvas bag? Yes that would be awesome!