Since the email from the nice people at The Listserve caught
me on the morning of moving day, I’m filling this email with
fragments from journals I found during the move, flipping
through them at random and typing out what I find interesting
until I hit the word limit:
Recent revelation upon looking at the books scattered around
the house: we’ve always been more into gnomes than genomes.
I am most impressed by those who can find the signal in the
noise. People like David Foster Wallace, W.H. Auden, Amy
Hempel, Rob Greco, my sister, Matthew Weiner, Sherlock
Holmes, Deron Bauman, Al Swearengen, Frank Chimero, Ira
Glass, Noah Dennis, Patrick Rothfuss, Ze Frank.
Would we think differently with our brains in our feet?
Book idea: How to Look at People
The closest thing to a Mos Eisley experience = Colorado,
mountain town bars, the characters, the eclecticism,
the realia of the local.
Dreams of megafauna are my favorite.
"[He] used to claim that there’s no freedom quite
like the freedom of being constantly underestimated."
– The Lies of Locke Lamora
Next project: put together a resource for a daily
"Lucky Ten Thousand" for my students.
Matt Thomas: "To live in Iowa -- and to stay sane
-- requires the cultivation of a vast inner geography."
– yes, exactly, that’s how I survived, isn’t it?
Remember, it's the cheese that keeps us connected like
the chips in Paula Deen's nachos.
For some reason I'm fairly confident that oompaloompas
would have loved Melanzanas.
"I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way
they have to live than other things do." – Willa Cather,
I wonder how much our current mental state is dependent
upon our ability to imagine a happy/fulfilling, realistic
"He turns the empty glass in his hand, and considers
biting off the rim." – from Raymond Carver's "What Is It?"
Writing prompt idea: Write a sentence that you are sure
that no one on earth has ever written before.
careworn = best adjective
outside of Portland, Oregon