Thursday, November 16, 2006
Time for a Change
I've decided that it's difficult to take pink seriously....and so I've developed a new look. It's like getting a new haircut with subtle highlights or having a sophisticated set of french-tipped acrylic nails applied.......a face lift that I didn't have to leave the house to get. Unfortunately, my blog probably won't wear sophistication any better than I do - so we'll just have to wait and see what happens.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Etheree at Barnard
A few days ago I received a message from the Formalista group which was sent out by a rather well known professor from Barnard University. She was searching for information on a little known form called an Etheree.
In my response to the list, I took the liberty of including a link to an Etheree I had written a few years ago and which can be currently found at The Hypertexts. Apparently she liked it, because she then personally emailed me and asked me if she could please use my poem as an example when she assigned the form to her students.
I was sincerely flattered, I said "Of course" and "Thank you" and now that I'm done dancing I feel very much like what my children would refer to as a major "poser."
Most days it doesn't bother me a whit....but sometimes, when something like this occurs, I am sorely conscious of my own utter lack of education and I wonder what in the hell am I doing here and who in the hell am I fooling?
Dan says it's not "fooling" people at all. A good poem is a good poem is a good poem and it doesn't matter how much or how little the author of the poem was formally educated.
Perhaps he's right....perhaps a poem stands alone, apart from the poet's background and education. It's just that there's so much being said about MFA's and doctorates and what school what poet hails from and what university what poet is a full professor at that I just feel totally lost in the shuffle.
Ah well, at least a poem of mine made it to Barnard.
Next best thing to having been there myself, I suppose.
In my response to the list, I took the liberty of including a link to an Etheree I had written a few years ago and which can be currently found at The Hypertexts. Apparently she liked it, because she then personally emailed me and asked me if she could please use my poem as an example when she assigned the form to her students.
I was sincerely flattered, I said "Of course" and "Thank you" and now that I'm done dancing I feel very much like what my children would refer to as a major "poser."
Most days it doesn't bother me a whit....but sometimes, when something like this occurs, I am sorely conscious of my own utter lack of education and I wonder what in the hell am I doing here and who in the hell am I fooling?
Dan says it's not "fooling" people at all. A good poem is a good poem is a good poem and it doesn't matter how much or how little the author of the poem was formally educated.
Perhaps he's right....perhaps a poem stands alone, apart from the poet's background and education. It's just that there's so much being said about MFA's and doctorates and what school what poet hails from and what university what poet is a full professor at that I just feel totally lost in the shuffle.
Ah well, at least a poem of mine made it to Barnard.
Next best thing to having been there myself, I suppose.
Which Poet Are You?
Gosh, thanks to Reb I now know I can (and should) give up wracking my brain attempting to write poetry.
My score onThe Which Famous Poet Are You Test:
William McGonagall!
"You are, without a doubt, the worst fucking poet who ever lived. You have all the charm of a bowl of peas. You do not know how to have a good time. You have no sense of rhythm. You do not have a way with words. Your rhymes are hackneyed, and your ideas are boring. You could use a stiff drink and a good fuck, but the thought of it makes you a little uncomfortable. You should stick to your day job, because la vie poetique is not for you. You do not have a masterpiece in you. I'm sorry."
Take it!http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=8120684024692611744
My score onThe Which Famous Poet Are You Test:
William McGonagall!
"You are, without a doubt, the worst fucking poet who ever lived. You have all the charm of a bowl of peas. You do not know how to have a good time. You have no sense of rhythm. You do not have a way with words. Your rhymes are hackneyed, and your ideas are boring. You could use a stiff drink and a good fuck, but the thought of it makes you a little uncomfortable. You should stick to your day job, because la vie poetique is not for you. You do not have a masterpiece in you. I'm sorry."
Take it!http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=8120684024692611744
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Innominate
Behold
the changeling child.
The insolate daughter
of the night. She is the sun's spawn.
She shines.
the changeling child.
The insolate daughter
of the night. She is the sun's spawn.
She shines.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Celebrating Anne Sexton
Tapestry of Voices and the Forest Hills Educational Trust present
CELEBRATING ANNE SEXTON
with poets Lois Ames, Suzanne Berger, Robert J. Clawson and Victor Howes.
Sunday, December 10 at 2 pm in Forsyth Chapel at historic Forest Hills
Cemetery
95 Forest Hills Avenue, Boston MA.
If she were alive, Anne Sexton would turn 78 this year. Many of her friends,
students, and colleagues are still around, though, and still celebrating
her as a poet and a force. This November 12, they’ll gather for a fifth
annual tribute at Forsyth Chapel, reading her iconoclastic poetry
and their own. The reading ends with a walk to Sexton’s burial site
on the surrounding grounds of Forest Hills Cemetery in Jamaica Plain.
People who love Sexton’s poetry - her rawness, her energy, her way
with words - would do well to attend the celebration. This is a chance
to meetVictor Howes, who knew Anne as a member of the New England
Poetry Club; Lois Ames, who edited Sexton’s "Life in Letters";
Robert J. Clawson, who managed her band, "Anne Sexton and Her Kind";
and Suzanne Berger, oneof her students at B.U..
Anne Sexton stirred up trouble with her poetry, and in her personal life.
She was wild, transgressive, and wildly intelligent, a break-out
from the suburban middle class. Her poetry still exudes disturbance,
excitement, electricity. Its aggressive honesty still influences poetry today.
Admission: $5. Directions and details at www.foresthillstrust.org
or 617.524.0128. PLENTY OF PARKING
CELEBRATING ANNE SEXTON
with poets Lois Ames, Suzanne Berger, Robert J. Clawson and Victor Howes.
Sunday, December 10 at 2 pm in Forsyth Chapel at historic Forest Hills
Cemetery
95 Forest Hills Avenue, Boston MA.
If she were alive, Anne Sexton would turn 78 this year. Many of her friends,
students, and colleagues are still around, though, and still celebrating
her as a poet and a force. This November 12, they’ll gather for a fifth
annual tribute at Forsyth Chapel, reading her iconoclastic poetry
and their own. The reading ends with a walk to Sexton’s burial site
on the surrounding grounds of Forest Hills Cemetery in Jamaica Plain.
People who love Sexton’s poetry - her rawness, her energy, her way
with words - would do well to attend the celebration. This is a chance
to meetVictor Howes, who knew Anne as a member of the New England
Poetry Club; Lois Ames, who edited Sexton’s "Life in Letters";
Robert J. Clawson, who managed her band, "Anne Sexton and Her Kind";
and Suzanne Berger, oneof her students at B.U..
Anne Sexton stirred up trouble with her poetry, and in her personal life.
She was wild, transgressive, and wildly intelligent, a break-out
from the suburban middle class. Her poetry still exudes disturbance,
excitement, electricity. Its aggressive honesty still influences poetry today.
Admission: $5. Directions and details at www.foresthillstrust.org
or 617.524.0128. PLENTY OF PARKING
Thursday, November 09, 2006
ALLEN CONCEDES
The joys of being a Democrat in Virginia.....or how I learned to love voting in my first election.
Actually, I'm not too thrilled with Webb, either, he just seemed like the lesser of the two evils.....a possible misogynist vs a known bigot......Well, that and the fact that I just wanted to have an "In your face, President Bush" moment.
Arghhhhhh......will there ever come a day when we can vote for someone who's NOT the lesser of two evils but the better of two goods?
Actually, I'm not too thrilled with Webb, either, he just seemed like the lesser of the two evils.....a possible misogynist vs a known bigot......Well, that and the fact that I just wanted to have an "In your face, President Bush" moment.
Arghhhhhh......will there ever come a day when we can vote for someone who's NOT the lesser of two evils but the better of two goods?
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
SENDING A MESSAGE
BOP shift
Of course, all is not won, oh no, all is not won. In my home state of Virginia there will be a recount in the hotly contested Allen vs Webb race.....and Virginia DID, unfortunately, vote in favor of the infamous "marriage ban," otherwise known as "Question 1" - which means that not only do gays not get any recognizable side benefits from living in a marriage-like situation, neither do Dan and I. Ah well, win some, lose some - as of this morning it looks like Allen is going to win, recount or no recount, it's just going to take until December to say so - and, in addition to winning The House and quite possibly The Senate as well, South Dakota voted against a ban on abortion so all is definatly not lost... in fact, most of it is WON!!!!!!
None of this is probably very good birthday news for my friend, Evonne but I'm happy with the election results. She got to gloat back in 2004 so it's only fitting that I have my turn in 2006.
Happy Birthday, Evonne, may you have a great and prosperous year to come and we'll argue politics again in 2008.
The Birthday Girl herself: (Can you believe this lovely woman is a Republican????}
Of course, all is not won, oh no, all is not won. In my home state of Virginia there will be a recount in the hotly contested Allen vs Webb race.....and Virginia DID, unfortunately, vote in favor of the infamous "marriage ban," otherwise known as "Question 1" - which means that not only do gays not get any recognizable side benefits from living in a marriage-like situation, neither do Dan and I. Ah well, win some, lose some - as of this morning it looks like Allen is going to win, recount or no recount, it's just going to take until December to say so - and, in addition to winning The House and quite possibly The Senate as well, South Dakota voted against a ban on abortion so all is definatly not lost... in fact, most of it is WON!!!!!!
None of this is probably very good birthday news for my friend, Evonne but I'm happy with the election results. She got to gloat back in 2004 so it's only fitting that I have my turn in 2006.
Happy Birthday, Evonne, may you have a great and prosperous year to come and we'll argue politics again in 2008.
The Birthday Girl herself: (Can you believe this lovely woman is a Republican????}
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Go On....Get Out There
VOTE!!!!
It's the one time in all times that you can make a difference. Most especially today with so many races so close.
I won't even tell you how to vote, you already know that.
It's the one time in all times that you can make a difference. Most especially today with so many races so close.
I won't even tell you how to vote, you already know that.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Until I met a Man With No Shoes.....
I felt really bad last night - what with having Rex Grossman as my fantasy football quaterback and all....until I remembered that my son and 13 of his friends had traveled all the way from Chicago to Arizona to watch the game.
It's all relative, isn't it? And at least The Bears won the damn game.
(Although, honestly, I don't think anyone in the history of fantasy football has EVER had a quarterback who's been bad enough to actually loose them 14 points.
Rex G. - my opponent thanks you.
It's all relative, isn't it? And at least The Bears won the damn game.
(Although, honestly, I don't think anyone in the history of fantasy football has EVER had a quarterback who's been bad enough to actually loose them 14 points.
Rex G. - my opponent thanks you.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Poets for Peace and Justice Press Release
September 23, 2006
For immediate release
For more information, contact:
Francesco Levato, 312/546-4521
or francesco@francescolevato.com
20 poets protest war by reading for peace
Speak Truth to Power: An Evening of Protest Poetry, in tandem with an art exhibit, the World Can’t Wait protest, seeks to begin the end of the Bush regime
CHICAGO, IL – The outcry of poets will be heard despite the city’s permit denial to the organizers of the World Can’t Wait Day of Mass Resistance Protest and March (scheduled and advertised for Oct. 5 in Grant Park, Chicago; San Francisco, and NYC, where similar protests have also been denied).
Speak Truth to Power: An Evening of Protest Poetry, organized by activist poet Francesco Levato and sponsored by World Can’t Wait, will take place during the Peace & Justice: Artists for Change art exhibit. The event is free and will be held on Friday, Oct. 6, from 7 – 9 p.m., at the Acme Building, 2418 W. Bloomingdale.
For the protest, Levato sought poets whose work answered yes to these questions: “Are you opposed to war without end; to torture; to eavesdropping on American citizens; to suppressing scientific truths; to a dangerous theocracy imposed on Americans; to holding prisoners without due process; to the erosion of women's rights to abortion, and so on?”
The response was so overwhelming Levato could not accept all the poets who wanted to read. The reading will feature a total of 20 readers from Chicago, Virginia, and New York City, including:
Emily Calvo, public relations director for the National Poetry Slam Championship in Chicago; Nina Corwin, author of Conversations with Friendly Demons and Tainted Saints; Dan Halberstein (VA); Mary Hawley, author of Double Tongues; Laura Heidy (Alexandria, VA); Wayne Allen Jones, publisher Fractal Edge Press, author of Decades of Rehearsal; Allison Joseph, editor of Crab Orchard Review; CJ Laity, publisher of ChicagoPoetry.com; Francesco Levato, activist; founder of Street Level Series & author of Marginal State; Lauren Levato, author of Marriage Bones; Mars, founder of She Laughs, a female interdisciplinary improvisational poetry/music mob; Brent Mesick; Erika Mikkalo; Mike Puican, author of 30 Seconds; Steven Schroeder, author of Revolutionary Patience; Purvi Shah (NYC), Executive Director of Sakhi for South Asian Women, a community-based anti-domestic violence organization; Lina ramona Vitkauskas, editor at Milk Magazine, author of Failed Star Spawns Planet/Star; Michael C. Watson, host of Wordslingers radio; Ruan Wright.
Speak Truth to Power: An Evening of Protest Poetry
DATE:
October 6, 2006
TIME:
7 – 9 pm
LOCATION:
Acme Building
2418 W. Bloomingdale
Chicago, IL 60647
COST:
FREE
###
For immediate release
For more information, contact:
Francesco Levato, 312/546-4521
or francesco@francescolevato.com
20 poets protest war by reading for peace
Speak Truth to Power: An Evening of Protest Poetry, in tandem with an art exhibit, the World Can’t Wait protest, seeks to begin the end of the Bush regime
CHICAGO, IL – The outcry of poets will be heard despite the city’s permit denial to the organizers of the World Can’t Wait Day of Mass Resistance Protest and March (scheduled and advertised for Oct. 5 in Grant Park, Chicago; San Francisco, and NYC, where similar protests have also been denied).
Speak Truth to Power: An Evening of Protest Poetry, organized by activist poet Francesco Levato and sponsored by World Can’t Wait, will take place during the Peace & Justice: Artists for Change art exhibit. The event is free and will be held on Friday, Oct. 6, from 7 – 9 p.m., at the Acme Building, 2418 W. Bloomingdale.
For the protest, Levato sought poets whose work answered yes to these questions: “Are you opposed to war without end; to torture; to eavesdropping on American citizens; to suppressing scientific truths; to a dangerous theocracy imposed on Americans; to holding prisoners without due process; to the erosion of women's rights to abortion, and so on?”
The response was so overwhelming Levato could not accept all the poets who wanted to read. The reading will feature a total of 20 readers from Chicago, Virginia, and New York City, including:
Emily Calvo, public relations director for the National Poetry Slam Championship in Chicago; Nina Corwin, author of Conversations with Friendly Demons and Tainted Saints; Dan Halberstein (VA); Mary Hawley, author of Double Tongues; Laura Heidy (Alexandria, VA); Wayne Allen Jones, publisher Fractal Edge Press, author of Decades of Rehearsal; Allison Joseph, editor of Crab Orchard Review; CJ Laity, publisher of ChicagoPoetry.com; Francesco Levato, activist; founder of Street Level Series & author of Marginal State; Lauren Levato, author of Marriage Bones; Mars, founder of She Laughs, a female interdisciplinary improvisational poetry/music mob; Brent Mesick; Erika Mikkalo; Mike Puican, author of 30 Seconds; Steven Schroeder, author of Revolutionary Patience; Purvi Shah (NYC), Executive Director of Sakhi for South Asian Women, a community-based anti-domestic violence organization; Lina ramona Vitkauskas, editor at Milk Magazine, author of Failed Star Spawns Planet/Star; Michael C. Watson, host of Wordslingers radio; Ruan Wright.
Speak Truth to Power: An Evening of Protest Poetry
DATE:
October 6, 2006
TIME:
7 – 9 pm
LOCATION:
Acme Building
2418 W. Bloomingdale
Chicago, IL 60647
COST:
FREE
###
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
T. O. Taken to Hospital For Allergic Reaction
Reports: T.O. taken to ER for allergic reaction
"Cowboys coach Bill Parcells previously has said that Owens' pain medication had made him ill.
Dallas-Fort Worth television station KTVT, citing sources it did not identify, reported that Owens was taken to Baylor University Medical Center by a fire rescue crew, and that doctors were trying to induce vomiting. "
I'll tell ya what.....I worked in an ER for 13 years and on an ambulance for 10....not once did I ever see anyone induce vomiting for an "allergic reaction."
I've seen oxygen given, I've seen Benedryl given, and Epi, as well as certain helpful steroids......but mostly it just takes time and systemic support until the symptoms dissipate and the offending agent leaves your blood stream.....if your patient is sick enough that he doesn't have time, you intubate him and manually or artificially support his respiratory system until the allergens have left his system and he does have time.
Those are your standard allergic reaction protocols.....inducing vomiting is not part of the protocol or standard treatment. As far as I know, inducing vomiting isn't going to do a damn thing to reduce the effects or alleviate the misery of an allergic reaction. Not a thing.
There are, of course, other conditions which do warrant the administration of an emetic. Offhand, I can think of two - one is accidental and one is intentional.
An "allergic reaction" is not one of the two.
"Cowboys coach Bill Parcells previously has said that Owens' pain medication had made him ill.
Dallas-Fort Worth television station KTVT, citing sources it did not identify, reported that Owens was taken to Baylor University Medical Center by a fire rescue crew, and that doctors were trying to induce vomiting. "
I'll tell ya what.....I worked in an ER for 13 years and on an ambulance for 10....not once did I ever see anyone induce vomiting for an "allergic reaction."
I've seen oxygen given, I've seen Benedryl given, and Epi, as well as certain helpful steroids......but mostly it just takes time and systemic support until the symptoms dissipate and the offending agent leaves your blood stream.....if your patient is sick enough that he doesn't have time, you intubate him and manually or artificially support his respiratory system until the allergens have left his system and he does have time.
Those are your standard allergic reaction protocols.....inducing vomiting is not part of the protocol or standard treatment. As far as I know, inducing vomiting isn't going to do a damn thing to reduce the effects or alleviate the misery of an allergic reaction. Not a thing.
There are, of course, other conditions which do warrant the administration of an emetic. Offhand, I can think of two - one is accidental and one is intentional.
An "allergic reaction" is not one of the two.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
I've made some changes to the sidebar....eliminated dead links and added a short listing of links to some of Dan's work which can be found on The Internet.
That's about the entirety of my weekend, too. Ran off to Charlestown early yesterday morning with Dan. Had a good time, stopped for lunch, came home, went grocery shopping and got sick. Up until the "got sick" part it was a darn good Saturday.
Dan's off at a friend's house watching football, eating chili, drinking beer and discussing "man law" with a bunch of old buddies. I was invited - but due to yesterday's stomach-thingie I figured it probably wasn't an optimum time for me to be hangin' wid da boys and so I stayed home and cleaned house with a vengeance...a phenomenon otherwise known as "woman law." I've added a second litter box in the vain hope that whatever skinny black kit-kat has taken it into his little skinny black kit-kat head to poop on the rug will decide that the new litter box is much more interesting than that enticing spot right there in front of the heating unit. It's either that or we're off to the kitty shrink. The little moron just stares and me and poops....like he's daring me to do something about it. I realize he's probably upset about something and he has no other way to convey his displeasure for slights real or imagined - but geez.....I get upset too, but you don't catch me squatting in the middle of the floor.
I need to write a poem or something. I've not written anything in ages other than rants on Eratosphere and I've got the beginning of that itchy and vaguely dissatisfied craving that always sets in right before I realize I want (need?) to create something metered out of something as disorganized and fleeting as a feeling.
It'll simmer for awhile and I'll get more and more cranky and become more and more withdrawn until even "I" hate who I've become and then, hopefully, I'll find a poem and pull it out of my ass and ta-da!! I'll feel better and I'll once again become a nice ordinary woman who has better things to do than hide under the table.
Until then, don't expect much.
That's about the entirety of my weekend, too. Ran off to Charlestown early yesterday morning with Dan. Had a good time, stopped for lunch, came home, went grocery shopping and got sick. Up until the "got sick" part it was a darn good Saturday.
Dan's off at a friend's house watching football, eating chili, drinking beer and discussing "man law" with a bunch of old buddies. I was invited - but due to yesterday's stomach-thingie I figured it probably wasn't an optimum time for me to be hangin' wid da boys and so I stayed home and cleaned house with a vengeance...a phenomenon otherwise known as "woman law." I've added a second litter box in the vain hope that whatever skinny black kit-kat has taken it into his little skinny black kit-kat head to poop on the rug will decide that the new litter box is much more interesting than that enticing spot right there in front of the heating unit. It's either that or we're off to the kitty shrink. The little moron just stares and me and poops....like he's daring me to do something about it. I realize he's probably upset about something and he has no other way to convey his displeasure for slights real or imagined - but geez.....I get upset too, but you don't catch me squatting in the middle of the floor.
I need to write a poem or something. I've not written anything in ages other than rants on Eratosphere and I've got the beginning of that itchy and vaguely dissatisfied craving that always sets in right before I realize I want (need?) to create something metered out of something as disorganized and fleeting as a feeling.
It'll simmer for awhile and I'll get more and more cranky and become more and more withdrawn until even "I" hate who I've become and then, hopefully, I'll find a poem and pull it out of my ass and ta-da!! I'll feel better and I'll once again become a nice ordinary woman who has better things to do than hide under the table.
Until then, don't expect much.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Long Time Runnin.....
Whew....it's been weeks since I've written anything here, hasn't it? Don't rightly know why, either. I'm just burnt on a lot of things lately....and poetry is one of them.
However, this afternoon, in an attempt to once again do something about it, I found a submission announcement for a poetry reading in Chicago on October 6th and I thought, "What the hell..." and Dan and I both sent in a few poems for consideration....and whadda ya know? Within hours both of us are readin' in Chicago on October 6th. Got round-trip weekend plane tickets and a car waitin' and everything already.
I'm getting psyched already!!! Poetry and family all in the same weekend. My son will be picking us up at the ungodly hour of 715AM on the day of the reading, we'll take him to work and keep his car for our own personal enjoyment and transportation. (It's not like he never took mine, yanno....oh wait, he never did, I didn't let him. Opps!!) Then it's off to my mom's house....to surprise her with our presence for the next three days. Yep, that's right, it's a no-tell visit!! Hopefully she'll be pleased and even more hopefully, she won't have a stroke at seeing her long lost daughter without prior notification.
Besides being the perfect excuse to run home and see the family again, the poetry reading sounds extremely interesting in it's own right....it's sponsered by The Poets for Peace and Justice and it's part of a Special Day of Reckoning being held across the country by The World Can't Wait—Drive Out the Bush Regime people. If there's anything I like better than maudlin depressive poetry, it's hot angry political poetry.
And so....what's not to be psyched about? Poetry, protest, people I love and and (since it IS Chicago, after all) the fourth "P" which will set my entire world right....real honest-to-goodness midwestern-style PIZZA!!! (The stuff they try to pass off here in Virginia as "Chicago Style Pizza" is just NOT any pizza I've ever eaten in Chicago.)
Edwardo's, Aurilio's, Sanfrantello's, the hometown pizza possibilities are absolutally endless.
This is lookin' more and more like it's going to be an absolutally wonderful October weekend.
Speaking of wonderful - there's a new blog of note -- Pearls Before Swine.
And speaking of weekends --- Hראש השנה --- or, in other words,
Happy Rosh Hashanah!!!!
However, this afternoon, in an attempt to once again do something about it, I found a submission announcement for a poetry reading in Chicago on October 6th and I thought, "What the hell..." and Dan and I both sent in a few poems for consideration....and whadda ya know? Within hours both of us are readin' in Chicago on October 6th. Got round-trip weekend plane tickets and a car waitin' and everything already.
I'm getting psyched already!!! Poetry and family all in the same weekend. My son will be picking us up at the ungodly hour of 715AM on the day of the reading, we'll take him to work and keep his car for our own personal enjoyment and transportation. (It's not like he never took mine, yanno....oh wait, he never did, I didn't let him. Opps!!) Then it's off to my mom's house....to surprise her with our presence for the next three days. Yep, that's right, it's a no-tell visit!! Hopefully she'll be pleased and even more hopefully, she won't have a stroke at seeing her long lost daughter without prior notification.
Besides being the perfect excuse to run home and see the family again, the poetry reading sounds extremely interesting in it's own right....it's sponsered by The Poets for Peace and Justice and it's part of a Special Day of Reckoning being held across the country by The World Can't Wait—Drive Out the Bush Regime people. If there's anything I like better than maudlin depressive poetry, it's hot angry political poetry.
And so....what's not to be psyched about? Poetry, protest, people I love and and (since it IS Chicago, after all) the fourth "P" which will set my entire world right....real honest-to-goodness midwestern-style PIZZA!!! (The stuff they try to pass off here in Virginia as "Chicago Style Pizza" is just NOT any pizza I've ever eaten in Chicago.)
Edwardo's, Aurilio's, Sanfrantello's, the hometown pizza possibilities are absolutally endless.
This is lookin' more and more like it's going to be an absolutally wonderful October weekend.
Speaking of wonderful - there's a new blog of note -- Pearls Before Swine.
And speaking of weekends --- Hראש השנה --- or, in other words,
Happy Rosh Hashanah!!!!
Friday, September 01, 2006
Bits and Pieces
Congratulations to Steve Schroeder on his appearance here. Nice work, Steve.
A big thank you to John Baker for letting me be one of his "featured bloggers" this past week. Interesting questions, fun to answer.
I received my contributors hard-copy of "Rhyme and Reason," The Canadian anthology compiled and published by Neil Harding McAlister and illustrated by Jonathan Day. It's always fun seeing a poem in actual print and to have it appear in a book which looks so fine is an extra special bonus. Thank you, Neil.
It's a three day weekend starting NOW!!! We're catching the tail end of Hurricane Ernesto (or John or somebody) here in Northern Virginia....It's kinda like a good old middlin' Midwestern tornado only it lasts all day and all night. The wind sounds like something wild and fierce from up here on the 14th floor - glad I'm indoors for the night.
No plans for the holiday. Dan's got a fantasy draft tonight but I'm limiting myself to one league this season so I'm not involved in this one. Tomorrow is a lazy day - nothing at all to do except be glad we're not at work. I've got ideas about what to do, but I don't think they're gonna fly with Dan, so it'll probably be the library, the bed and a bag of cheetos for me. His sister and her husband are going to be in town on Sunday so he's going to meet them at a nearby hotel for breakfast. I can't go, though, so I'll be cleaning house or something fun like that. "Our" league drafts on Sunday evening, so maybe I can just take some time and get my draft order all set and ready to go.
I've been spending a lot of time reading over on Eratosphere again lately. I don't know why, it only ever ticks me off anymore. Bad poetry and worse manners....It's still one of the best formal workshops on the Internet, but some of the old timers would do well to leave their attitudes at the doorstep. Myself included, I'm sure.
Big discussion about using real names of real people in poems. I'm against it...It can be hurtful and it's a real violation of privacy if you ask me. No one did, of course, but I said so anyhow and the poet got huffy and removed the poem. It wasn't just the naming of people which I objected to (in the end, that's between the poet and the people mentioned) but along with the real names of two people, A.A. was heavily featured in this poem and that just put it over the top in my estimation. One of their basic tenents is anonymity and to violate that is just so not right. At least I don't think so. :)
And that's my weekly story - past, present and future - what's yours?
A big thank you to John Baker for letting me be one of his "featured bloggers" this past week. Interesting questions, fun to answer.
I received my contributors hard-copy of "Rhyme and Reason," The Canadian anthology compiled and published by Neil Harding McAlister and illustrated by Jonathan Day. It's always fun seeing a poem in actual print and to have it appear in a book which looks so fine is an extra special bonus. Thank you, Neil.
It's a three day weekend starting NOW!!! We're catching the tail end of Hurricane Ernesto (or John or somebody) here in Northern Virginia....It's kinda like a good old middlin' Midwestern tornado only it lasts all day and all night. The wind sounds like something wild and fierce from up here on the 14th floor - glad I'm indoors for the night.
No plans for the holiday. Dan's got a fantasy draft tonight but I'm limiting myself to one league this season so I'm not involved in this one. Tomorrow is a lazy day - nothing at all to do except be glad we're not at work. I've got ideas about what to do, but I don't think they're gonna fly with Dan, so it'll probably be the library, the bed and a bag of cheetos for me. His sister and her husband are going to be in town on Sunday so he's going to meet them at a nearby hotel for breakfast. I can't go, though, so I'll be cleaning house or something fun like that. "Our" league drafts on Sunday evening, so maybe I can just take some time and get my draft order all set and ready to go.
I've been spending a lot of time reading over on Eratosphere again lately. I don't know why, it only ever ticks me off anymore. Bad poetry and worse manners....It's still one of the best formal workshops on the Internet, but some of the old timers would do well to leave their attitudes at the doorstep. Myself included, I'm sure.
Big discussion about using real names of real people in poems. I'm against it...It can be hurtful and it's a real violation of privacy if you ask me. No one did, of course, but I said so anyhow and the poet got huffy and removed the poem. It wasn't just the naming of people which I objected to (in the end, that's between the poet and the people mentioned) but along with the real names of two people, A.A. was heavily featured in this poem and that just put it over the top in my estimation. One of their basic tenents is anonymity and to violate that is just so not right. At least I don't think so. :)
And that's my weekly story - past, present and future - what's yours?
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