Updates

Oops. No "What I'm Reading" this week. #2 and #3 will be posted together on Tuesday. Blame it on Obama. Anyway, here's a teaser:


Q: Your prose seems to demonstrate a healthy loathing for dullness. Poetry readings these days often tend to be shockingly dull events. What would be your idea of a truly entertaining poetry reading?

A: A beautiful, naked 25 year old woman reading "Tintern Abbey" exquisitely well and in a Northumbrian accent.


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I'm on a mission to eat more fruits and vegetables. For some reason, I never manage to buy the right amount of fresh versus frozen/canned. Something always goes bad. This week--about 1/3 a crate of clementines.

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I'm very glad we're finally going to learn why Izzy can see/talk to/sleep with her dead ex-fiance. Jeffrey Dean Morgan is a beautiful man and a pretty good actor, but I'm not a fan of characters coming back from the dead. Unless the show is called Supernatural, in which case, people coming back from the dead is perfectly understandable. Which reminds me--how did this guy get such a bum deal? Two parts on two networks on the same night at the same time and both characters get killed? He should fire his agent.

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I'm getting very excited about AWP. I need to buy some shoes.

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I'm about to watch The Holiday. I hope it's good. Which reminds me. I am dying to see Revolutionary Road. Or maybe I should just read it.

Retail Therapy

I went to Target today...my first non-grocery shopping excursion in Chicago...and bought new shoes and new sweaters and spent way too much money. And I just wrote a poem I think I like. Also a first since I moved to Chicago. Coincidence, or direct connection? I guess we'll never know.

Did someone say

shoe shopping?

I'm loving the little-girl-lost feel of these grown up Mary Janes, especially the scotch-tape lookin' ones. And the brown ones, I think, are the most comfortable high heels I've ever worn. Ladies, get thee to Shoe Carnival! Unlike some things, shoes always fit!

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In other news, my car doesn't rattle or whine any more. Apparently, the trip to Lynchburg wasn't good for my wheel bearings.

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Thesis meeting with Mary tomorrow. Hopefully the rain will stop long enough for me to pick up my parking pass and take my laptop to the help desk afterwards.

Tomorrow night, I'm off to the farm to play with Banjo and friends. It has been a long long time, and we are all out of practice. I'm sure there will be more fun with hoof picks than ever.

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Does anyone watch this show? First of all, WTF is up with that furry hat? Second, since when was it a good idea to take people with low self-confidence and then tell them to stop dressing like themselves and start acting like smarmy playa's? Personally, (and maybe this is the kinda-shy-nerdy-girl talking) I think it would be better to enhance what these poor saps actually have going for them: intelligence, sincerity, and (in some cases) a bit of dorky-aw-shucks good looks.

That doesn't mean I don't DVR it though. I am a sucker for baaad reality TV.