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In just ten minutes a day...
My new plan, as of this week, is to spend ten minutes a day writing something. Anything. In my journal before bed or on the back of an envelope during lunch, or wherever. Sunday night I wrote about apple picking with my brother and sister in-law and the discovery of an apple that tastes like honey (Marston's Red). Monday night I wrote about my ( Read more... ) -
inspiration like a bat.
I used to be a decent writer. I don't know how it came to mind, but for some reason tonight I decided to look up all my old columns from the newspaper at Wesleyan. It's bittersweet, reading them. I guess I must have come to terms with college as a whole, because now I read these columns and think, "College was both better and worse than I ( Read more... ) -
the Book of Jonah, by me.
Yom Kippur is over again, the fast has been broken with bagels and quiche and orange juice, and the last year is officially over ( Read more... ) -
The Year in Review
Rosh Hashanah began Wednesday night, but I haven't had a chance to post my yearly soul searching because my internet has stubbornly refused to work since Wednesday morning. Finally, this morning, frustrated by my lack of a high speed on ramp to the information superhighway, I pulled out my hard journal. This version has a black plastic cover and ( Read more... ) -
"Ithaca"
My new apartment is slowly starting to look like a place people might live. We have furniture and everything. I even cooked dinner the other night. But there are still broken-down boxes everywhere, just waiting for my roommate to lug them into the moldy (and for me, for the moment, forbidden) basement. We are desperately in need of lamps in the ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
The last time I had pneumonia was December 2003-January 2004. I write both months because I was sick for most of both of them. The first day I really felt like I might survive the whole ordeal was New Years Day. The three weeks before that were bleak; I lived on chicken soup and applesauce and antibiotics, and somehow I had managed to get a ( Read more... ) -
the in-between
A long time ago, way back in Western Oz, I wrote about the in-between times, and how I love them. You know, when it's not quite day and it's not quite night, and it's not quite summer and it's not quite fall. Well friends, I've entered a kind of in-between of my own, and to be honest, it's not so awesome ( Read more... ) -
This one will definitely go to Wesleyan...
Have you seen this thing on CNN.com?
http://www.cnn.com/video/player/player.html?url=/video/us/2007/06/28/zahn.living.life.as.girl.cnn
It's about a transgendered seven year-old.
From my perspective (that is, the perspective of a caretaker of five year-olds whose parents are shocked at bumped knees and paper cuts), the real intrest here is the parents ( Read more... ) -
back to reality (oops, there goes gravity) it's Crash-And-Burn Friday!
I cannot believe I just quoted Slim Shady. Or that I know Eminem likes to call himself Slim Shady. Or that I actually know Eminem's real name. I cannot believe any of that. Still, as the (other) poet says,
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
Tonight I gave myself a treat and took myself to ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Words that you love and hate
What are your favorite and least favorite words? Any reasons why?
Least favorite: problematic. Because it is overused, imprecise, and especially because that lack of precision is itself problematic.
Favorite: excalciate. Because it's a verb meaning "to remove shoes from." Isn't it awesome that there's actually a word that means "to remove shoes