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Friday, March 05, 2004
Once upon a time, there were some blogs. These blogs were rompeous places of carnal delight (trademarked), and often times many could be seen there - engaging in rompeous delight and frolicful good times.
The Winter came upon them without warning, and buried them - as so often Winter does - in drab and fridgid decay. Now a new time is upon them all. The Sun shines out the brighter, between refreshing showers of Spring rain. As the life of every plant, once again these blogs shall grow. In Memory of Petey [Steven] Time:3:33 PM
A Yestermorning in the Life
I woke up and looked at my clock. It was seven, so I had two hours before I had to make the call. I read for awhile in the Goldstone's Slightly Chipped (footnotes in booklore) about a certain quaint book store that the authors had found, and then another chapter about a library sale. Eight o'clock brought breakfast, during which a story idea began to form in my mind, and at half eight I was in the shower. Eight fourty I was clean and sitting at my desk with the phone in front of me. Twenty minutes to go, so I read a couple of chapters of Hemingway's A Moveable Feast (sketches of the author's life in Paris in the twenties) before getting out the number and carefully dialing. I got a busy signal, so I hung up. I got out my notebook to start writing, but Hemingway had killed it. I wrote anyways, but it was really dead. I punished him by reading more of Slightly Chipped, banishing A Moveable Feast back to the shelf. I made the first call at nine o'clock. "Doug here." "Mr. Faulker? This is David Dyck calling. I dropped my resume off there yesterday morning." "Oh, yes, David. Look, can you call back in fifteen minutes? I'm on an important call." "Okay." I sat thinking for a moment, and then reached for A Moveable Feast. If it was all dead anyways, I might as well make the most of it. He had two chapters in a row about twins. I tried calling again in fifteen minutes. "Doug here." "Hello, this is David again." "Ah, Dave, hey, I'm on an important call with a customer, can you try again?" "Sure." I switched back to the Goldstones, fearing more on twins. They went back to this quaint shop with a friend, only this time the owner had a dog there. It was a lazy dog. I tried calling again, and this time got the information I needed, which was to call back at the beginning of April when they were hiring. "Thanks," I said, and went back to Hemingway. In Memory of Petey [Dave] Time:10:36 AM Thursday, March 04, 2004
Word for Word's First Official Policy
If you do not like the content of Word for Word, keep in mind that you are not under obligation to read it. We're not going to beat up your grandmother if you don't. If you feel it somehow goes against your moral code, please do not complain to one of the authors. Especially not Dave. If you feel me and John are perverted, talk to me or John, and leave Dave out of it. Complaining will not make us feel guilty, because we do not see any moral problem with the content of Word for Word. We do not talk about sex but maybe once a month, and we use "dirty words" even less. We really don't care. In Memory of Petey [Steven] Time:7:20 PM
I hope you all like it. If not, let me know and I'll change it back.
In Memory of Petey [Steven] Time:9:49 AM
So I got some Marcy Playground songs from an unnamed source among us, and I am positively in love with A Cloak of Elvenkind. It's pure magic - and that pun was both intentional and corny.
I've felt kind of bummed out whenever I come to read word for word. I guess I haven't been posting much, but there's just not a lot to post about right now. I would suggest - for the betterment of the reader and of the world - any of you interested in living a happy life go out and get Peace in Every Step from your library or book store. It's by Thich Nhat Hanh. It's a light and easy read and in no time flat you'll be praying to the Buddha. Actually you won't. In Memory of Petey [Steven] Time:9:00 AM Tuesday, March 02, 2004
I finished my second Magnus Mills book today, and seriously considered naming my first born child "Magnus." Regardless of gender. It was called All Quiet on the Orient Express and it contained all the delightfully mundane prose that I came to love in The Restraint of Beasts. I was surprised by the lack of cursing in this one. Restraint is about fencers (that is, those who make fences) and the abundant cursing made it real. But in this one, while the theme orbited around work and wages in the same way Restraint did, it was on a higher level. Another similiarity between Mills' first and second books is in the characters. I saw several faces that I recognized from Restraint in the cast, most notably the main one, but this is fine with me. It fits with his throbbing prose, and by dam', who am I to point fingers. He's writing about himself.
In Memory of Petey [Dave] Time:8:39 PM |
