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Foul Word of the Day
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Ahoy
Today I took my lovely purple kayak and dropped it into Baker Bay, at the Chinook boat launch. My thought was to traverse the bay to the unnamed sandbar, then hand-rail up Sand Island, take a peek at Cape Disappointment, and rejoin Shannon at Purly Shell in Ilwaco.
Excellent plan. Didn’t work.
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Eldritch Paddling
I believe that the erratic and wind-blown path I paddled yesterday, with the pauses at various stations to perform ritual cursing as I fought to escape eddies produced by bridge footings, may have been interpreted as the passage through a mystic and wet labyrinth. A strange, dark sign was thus produced.
The mute-staccato gestures I expressed while ( Read more... ) -
Joyous Anticipation
I’ve a habit, a coping mechanism, something … when I know there is an interaction coming up that may have stress associated, I will role-play it in my head, trying out different actions I might control against possible (however unlikely) actions the others in the interaction might take. I consider this something like a chess problem. What moves ( Read more... ) -
What Everyone Gets
Bunnies are just cute. They whiffle their noses and jump around and over and sometimes on each other, and decide it’s time to be over there right now, and dash and then sit and whiffle and wonder who decided it was time to be over here now.
And sometimes bunnies hurt themselves, or another bunny hurts them by mistake. It just happens, when you’re ( Read more... ) -
Independent Publishing Links from Radcon Panels
Really, start and end here: Northwest Independent Writers Association
With the exception of NIWA, above, I present these links with no feelings or knowledge of them one way or another; they were mentioned in Indie panels, so here they are.
Financing:
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Idiomancy
Somewhere between the poles of imaginary friends, faith, hypnosis, and creative writing, there lies power - specifically the power to change and guide oneself.
I’m so tempted to stop there. But no, cutting the limbic flow of words is not in me, nor will be.
So, in disorganised format, this. For - ever - I’ve rehearsed conversations in my head. ( Read more... ) -
Alternate endings
Life goes like this. You can’t tell someone what your life is really like, because the only perfect map is a complete model of the terrain. You’d have to recapitulate the universe to get it right. So, instead, we pick and choose, and, in the process, we change things. Always with the intention to mislead, although it might be an intent to ( Read more... ) -
MAMBO BLEND (a nearly allegorical recounting of my one attempt to stop drinking leaded coffee)
The rain tapped counterpoint to deep-throated drums last night, and the steady thunder is still pounding in my temples and behind my eyes. Looking out the dark window of my room, I thought for a moment I saw the outline of a skeletally thin man dancing in a ring of trees, shaking a fetish and casting graveyard dirt toward the house. His shadowed ( Read more... ) -
AFP
This is not a fan piece.
Okay, then. Quick and dirty, and with almost no bells, whistles, or other accompaniment to the [can/equ]ine dance.
Amanda Fucking Palmer appeals to me. I’ve found many other artists who perform more polished, who write more beautifully, who play with greater skill…I don’t know of any who are more unabashedly forthright ( Read more... )