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Saturday Chores

I spent all day in my office cleaning out the detritis of the dissertation.  There was also quite a bit of dust still remaining from the bathroom remodel.  I still have on my pajamas.  I cleaned all day in my pajamas.  One of my dissertation computers actually died today.  I scrubbed the dust off all the books I used for research and off the bookshelf itself.  I recycled all the extra drafts of the papers and quite a few articles I read to understand how to talk about discouse analysis.  I was a little sad to be out of academia but I work at a job that I love and that pays quite a bit better than university work would have.

I'm  free to start a new project now and thinking it might be some creative writing.  I've been collecting books about writing but a Walter Mosley interview on NPR told me to quit reading and start writing.  He says just write 600 words per day and I'll have my novel in a year.

Never one to settle for just one opinion, I've been reading The Passionate Accurate Story by Carol Bly.  She tells me to start out by writing a list of values and 10k word autobiography.  The values will help with the story later and the autobiography will help me avoid writing about myself.  I guess if I write a 50k autobiography, I'll have a book.

I'm going to combine the advice and write 600 words a day starting with the autobiography.

Singing Nurses of Harborview

Hurray for longer lighter days!

I'm coming out of hibernation with a lot more power since the days started getting longer here. I did the dishes and sorted the mail with nary a whine. I need light to think.  I didn't have any ideas for for my blog so I kept it going with stuff I was interested in from you tube.

Animal Report: The dog I'm training for my mother got a haircut and still has accidents in the house. One of the parrots bit me tonight and it hurt my feelings.

I went shopping and guess what? The recession has reached the outlet stores and the shops weren't sold out and picked over in my size! WooHOO!

I have recently read the new Walter Mosley book The Right Mistake and I really liked it. It is a Socrates Fortlow story.  I also listened to Blonde Faith on an eAudio book from the library.  I couldn't use my iPod to listen to the book because apparently the people at Apple don't believe in libraries!

Not Reacting to Content--Eckhart Tolle

Shameful beating of a teenaged girl in WA jail

Us-lim--a vid

Us - lim

Julian Curry -- Embryo

T Model Ford with Gravel Road--Wood Cuttin' Man

Poetry Friday---Carlos Andres Gomez -- What's Genocide?

Playing For Change---Stand By Me

Bad Love

Why come now bad love?
Bad love taunts me from death
as she did in life.


2/16/2009

I must be going to Maroc

I just bought the tickets. I've been trying to learn Moroccan Arabic, but that ship might have sailed. It's a tough language but I have two friends who speak Arabic so I'll try to pick up some phrases. So far no one to travel with me the first week. This might turn into my own little quest.

Morocco

I am going to Morocco in the fall with my friends. My partner was planning a horse trip to Morocco without me and I decided to go and see the culture while they ride. I will get some camel riding in. I'm researching how to best use my week in the beautiful country. I'm thinking of getting a place in Fez and just living a week there. I may have a friend or two join me. I'm hoping!

Yesterday I went horse back riding. I did ok except my legs were spaghetti when I dismounted and I landed on my fat butt on the ground!

big tree in australia

 

"Norman" by Mary Larson

This is a better picture of Norman. We have certainly enjoyed him.

Poetry Saturday--Czeslaw Milosz

AND YET THE BOOKS

And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings,
That appeared once, still wet
As shining chestnuts under a tree in autumn,
And, touched, coddled, began to live
In spite of fires on the horizon, castles blown up,
Tribes on the march, planets in motion.
"We are," they said, even as their pages
Were being torn out, or a buzzing flame
Licked away their letters.  So much more durable
Than we are, whose frail warmth
Cools down with memory, disperses, perishes.
I imaging the earth when I am no more:
Nothing happens, no loss, it's still a strange pageant,
Women's dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley.
Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born,
Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.

Berkeley, 1986