Click and read. It pays me and plus I can write better than a monkey with a mac. Mostly.

Also, academia has made creative writing a non sequiter for me of late -- see, i say things like that! with NO sense of irony, damn shame -- but I was recently challenged to write a version of Woolf's "A Room Of Her Own". The great feminist manifesto. Of course, I suck as a feminist but it was for prize money. Being a whore is one of the reasons why I'm not a great feminist. So I wrote it. And won. That's gas money!

See a theme?

I'm broke.

( It was a quickie but it got the job done )

The editor went on and on about the beans representing her creative capital and i'm thinking "lady it was about beans' but whatever. LOL this is why i don't trust english majors.

I just had to change my LJ password because all of sudden the one that's cached and that I KNOW is right didn't work? No email. Should I be worried?

It would only be one of two jackasses who stalk me -- you know who they are -- but damn.

I have noticed a trend in the applyingtograd community. Those applying for MFAs in creative writing have the worst statements of purpose. What is that about?

Please let me tell you that one of my sorors is a stock car race driver!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love it. Ursula was always a badass.

New rule: when I realize that people just want someone to tell them what they want to hear? I'm going to stop engaging. What a time-saver, no?

I was going to bitch but there's no point. It'sover, you don't care, I don't care to care so, whatever.

Today's meditation:




The card represents the critical factor for the issue at hand. Eleggua (Six of Discs): A time of prosperity and profit. Success and generosity in material things. Power and influence turned to noble pursuits. Philanthropy, and the balancing of physical and spiritual life. May suggest gifts or aid to one in need.

i am alone, in my apartment after getting management to let me in because i have no keys, no money and no stories of grand fun.

is it just me? oh, really?

hmph. strange.

/snark

Must get a Subtle Sexuality icon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 LOL

so every time i have a certain thought i get on my gazelle and work out for 20 min minimum.

i'm trying to rewire myself.

i just did that and i'll be damned if my pms isn't more bearable.

people have always said exercise helps.

i hate it when people are right and i'm not people.

Maybe I'm in the minority, but I think about EVERYTHING. And by "think" I mean obsess.

So, when I hear tell of someone who can't answer a question about who they are or why they are doing what they are doing -- even if it's a bad reason, just to be aware of it -- I look at them like the last dude who was wearing his Cross Colours outfit, way past it's expiration date.

Speaking of the 90s or the 80s -- not really but look back, there's a mental thread lol -- I have seen TWO throw back 'dos this week! Apparently the gumby and the box? On the comeback trail. The gumby was complete with Kwame dye job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I ain't ready. Unless this means I get to resurrect my Shiela E dreams? Hmmmmmmm....

Value thyself.
The single women I know are frequently advised, "Stop being so picky," "Have a better attitude," and "Lower your standards," perhaps to the point where they'll date anyone with a penis and a pulse. I believe this is precisely the wrong approach. Why? Consider our statistical friend, the bell curve. The great bulge in the middle represents areas where you are, well, average. This is also the part of you that could easily be mixed and matched with the largest number of potential mates. The skinnier upper end represents your greatest gifts, the areas where you are most talented and extraordinary. The few people who share your most exceptional characteristics are your tribe, the population that is most likely to contain your heart's partner.

I suggest that you should be pickier, less accepting and more committed to the "bad attitude" that will make you seek people who are extraordinary in the same way you are. Be courteous to men who don't appeal to you, but for God's sake, don't waste your evenings—let alone your nights—with them. "Oh," conventional rule-keepers might exclaim, "you'll have to spend some nights alone!" Yes, indeed. Your pool of candidates is much smaller at the high-quality end of the bell curve, your chances of having no date on Saturday much larger if you refuse to go out with men who bore or repulse you. But if memory serves, the boredom and/or repulsion of bad dating is much worse than spending a few hours on your own.

http://www.oprah.com/article/omagazine/column/omag_200306_beck/2

I love information.

I am just old enough that I didn't grow up with the internet. I worked the hell out of a card catalogue and dewey decimal system though! But I cannot imagine what I would have been or what I would have achieved had I had all this information at my finger tips. As it is some nights I know I'm tired and have to get up in the morning and yet here I am just pulling random questions out my ass to look up online.

I have a few requirements in life. If you're over 21 you should have some too, by the way. I will not sleep anywhere hot. I will not use rough toilet tissue. I will not wear shoes that hurt my feet. And I will not be without access to the superinformation highway (do we still use that?) for longer than a few hours. Just won't. I yam what I yam.

I mention this because I realized something today. My mentor, the genius? If I send him an email of just updates on a project? nothing. Let me send him, like I did today, an article on race and sports and a request for local francophones for a possible job opening? And I get INSTANT response. I laughed to myself and thought "he's not just a citation ho, he's an info ho."

And then I realized I was talking bout my own self. LOL

Few things in life make me as happy as passing along information to someone just when they need it. It's why I have a "sister doctors" email filter or why some of you get messages about jobs, fellowships and grants from me all. the. time.

I love doing it. To think that someone's life is a little better because I shared this great thing I heard, read, discovered? Makes me sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo happy. I mean really super duper happy.

I once thought that my ultimate job would be to scan all the news and cool stuff going on and create some kind of software system that would connect the people I know and the people they know so I could instantly shoot off emails tailored to their interests when I came across something.

I want to be a connector! A conduit? A know it all? LOL But, not really that last one. :( I'm sad if people think that's my aim. I don't know nothing about what I'm usually sending but that I thought of you when I read it.

Ah well.

Another "she so crazy" moment.

i wrote it but it's too ugly to share.

i am about to fucking screammmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!

I'm going to go get some jerk chicken and some more wine and/or vodka and then I'm coming back and writing the post to end all posts.

Watching "The Bucket List" and Morgan Freeman's character is talking about his first such list when he was a young man. On it he had things like "make a million dollars and see the first black president...you know, a young man's fantasies."


:D

LOL

Love that.

  Well, hello, Raven Symone...how you doin'?!

 

If by "date" you mean a weekend in the Hamptons sharing gluten free pancakes, sangria and orgasms? Warrick from CSI. Hands down.

So I'm just going to keep my stuff to myself. That is best because really it is about me. So, bye.

And thanks to siro_gravity. Really thanks.