Draggin' myself around
Nov. 7th, 2003 12:05 pmTo the person who felt it necessary to stand outside my window last night and yell at the traffic. If I find you, I will beat you with my metal baseball bat. That's a promise.
See there's this guy who catches the bus outside of our house, literally outside of our house, and yells at the traffic with these deep, moaning, wordless yells, and since the busses aren't running, he's been fairly quiet. Well, he hasn't been there, but he's been quiet regardless. But apparently, someone let him out at 3:30 in the morning last night. And now, I'm beyond unhappy. Because it kept me up, and scared me, and it was just the traffic yelling dude, who I know is mentally challenged, so what are you gonna do. I wouldn't really beat him with the baseball bat, but damn was I tempted.
Posted Sea Change to Kansas and Leviathan. It's always a thrill, you know. Thank you so much to
suelac for beta. Have one comment so far, and it's an odd one. Too each his own, I suppose.
I am getting my hair done tonight. Taking a deep breath and saying goodbye to the red. Why yes, I am terrified.
I also figured out how to fill out the nomination form for the Sparky's. I'm sure that the lovely people running the awards are less than thrilled that I figured it out. But I had a damn good time. Didn't exactly throw the categories to the winds, but, lets just say I played a little fast and loose with some of them. ( I still followed - and read the directions, no worries). And I'm not done yet!! It's a lovely sight, even though I'm not much on competition, but hopefully it will be a chance for some talented writers to recieve some much deserved recognition.
I watched The West - Ep. 6, Fight No More Forever on Monday night, I guess. It's part of Ken Burns American Stories series, and was very well done. I've been interested in the history of the American West pretty much forever, though it was definitely bolstered by discovering Wallace Stegner and John Muir, et al when I was at Bennington, but growing up in Colorado with family in Wyoming, the story of the west war very present, very tangible in the tracks and trails, horses and open sky, and lots of space, ranching and farming and bitter winters, and while I tend to romanticize it, I still understand the harsh reality of what opening the west meant.
Because it was destruction and displacement, bloodshed and betrayal, and giving smallpox infested blankets to tribes. I read Black Hawk Speaks at the same time, and I Will Fight No More Forever, Chief Joseph and the Nex Pierce, the Sand Creek Massacre, and Wounded Knee. It makes me unbearably sad, while stirring my sense of revolution.
I want to be political again, or at least involved, have a voice, and help other voices emerge. And it just ain't happening in my cushy office with the highspeed DSL.
Oh, also, KPCC, one of the local NPR affiliates is running an American Radio Works production called Whose Democracy is it?. This is fascinating, and hopefully will stir a lot of discussion and debate about both patriotism and dissent and the need for both.
See there's this guy who catches the bus outside of our house, literally outside of our house, and yells at the traffic with these deep, moaning, wordless yells, and since the busses aren't running, he's been fairly quiet. Well, he hasn't been there, but he's been quiet regardless. But apparently, someone let him out at 3:30 in the morning last night. And now, I'm beyond unhappy. Because it kept me up, and scared me, and it was just the traffic yelling dude, who I know is mentally challenged, so what are you gonna do. I wouldn't really beat him with the baseball bat, but damn was I tempted.
Posted Sea Change to Kansas and Leviathan. It's always a thrill, you know. Thank you so much to
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I am getting my hair done tonight. Taking a deep breath and saying goodbye to the red. Why yes, I am terrified.
I also figured out how to fill out the nomination form for the Sparky's. I'm sure that the lovely people running the awards are less than thrilled that I figured it out. But I had a damn good time. Didn't exactly throw the categories to the winds, but, lets just say I played a little fast and loose with some of them. ( I still followed - and read the directions, no worries). And I'm not done yet!! It's a lovely sight, even though I'm not much on competition, but hopefully it will be a chance for some talented writers to recieve some much deserved recognition.
I watched The West - Ep. 6, Fight No More Forever on Monday night, I guess. It's part of Ken Burns American Stories series, and was very well done. I've been interested in the history of the American West pretty much forever, though it was definitely bolstered by discovering Wallace Stegner and John Muir, et al when I was at Bennington, but growing up in Colorado with family in Wyoming, the story of the west war very present, very tangible in the tracks and trails, horses and open sky, and lots of space, ranching and farming and bitter winters, and while I tend to romanticize it, I still understand the harsh reality of what opening the west meant.
Because it was destruction and displacement, bloodshed and betrayal, and giving smallpox infested blankets to tribes. I read Black Hawk Speaks at the same time, and I Will Fight No More Forever, Chief Joseph and the Nex Pierce, the Sand Creek Massacre, and Wounded Knee. It makes me unbearably sad, while stirring my sense of revolution.
I want to be political again, or at least involved, have a voice, and help other voices emerge. And it just ain't happening in my cushy office with the highspeed DSL.
Oh, also, KPCC, one of the local NPR affiliates is running an American Radio Works production called Whose Democracy is it?. This is fascinating, and hopefully will stir a lot of discussion and debate about both patriotism and dissent and the need for both.