I should totally write a manifesto. Except that it seems exhausting and, you know, like work. So instead, I will tell you about my recent heartbreak. It is this: a few weeks ago, I went shopping for a birthday present for a friend and I found nothing. Or rather, found a lot of things for […]
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There had been some confusion about the time that the reading would start, with the bookstore claiming that it started at 8 pm and the organizer insisting that it was 7:30 pm. Since the organizer wasn’t there, the bookstore was telling everyone that it was at 8 pm. About quarter till, we wandered into the […]
So. I am reading a short story in a bookstore tomorrow. The truth of the matter is that I am freaking out about this. Getting sort of ridiculously silly, to the point where I can’t breathe kind of freaking out. I am nervous that I’m going to read too fast, too monotone, nervous that the […]
Thursday, December 22, 2005
I just got an e-mail from the admin in my graduate program. Apparently, I agreed to participate in their student/faculty reading series, as long as he scheduled me in the spring rather than in the fall, since my fall was similar to that of Humpty Dumpty’s in that it was great but my crown still […]
Tuesday, February 8, 2005
Ok, damn it, I JUST discovered Ayelet’s journal and literally, two days later, she ends the thing. Was it me, Ayelet? Was it? Because it’s all about me. Speaking of fabulous writers, my charming and clever professor Dr. George Makana Clark just won an O.Henry award. I know. I am in absolute awe. I mean, […]
I don’t know if I mentioned this or not, but I’ve started another class for Spring semester. It’s with the same professor and of the twelve other grad students, six were in my last class. It’s sort of surreal because we’re in the exact replica of the room we met in last semester, so with […]
I will write at least fourteen books which will have spectacular author photos on the back covers, at least one of which will be me, in which I will be laughing while looking downward, as though to say ‘Oh goodness, that is very droll.’ I will not pout for three holes when my favorite pink […]
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
I’ve just spent five minutes yelling at my husband. It didn’t really start out that way. Of course, it never is supposed to end up that way. On my drive home from school, through rain that is supposed to turn into sleet which will then turn into forty two inches of snow, I thought about […]
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Sometimes I get nostalgic for our humble early twenties, when we lived in the little salt-box apartment building and had no money for soda and ate a lot of rice and pasta and couldn’t afford cable. I don’t know why, but it seemed much easier. Even though I literally had every minute of every day […]
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In the middle of the night, I woke Steven up to tell him to roll over because he was snoring. Under the down comforter, his hand found mine and opened it. I figured he was going to hold my hand while he slept (something we do sometimes… I know, most of you just retched because […]
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