On the phone with Olivia, age 4.
me--Did you get lots of candy for easter?
Olivia--Yep.
Me-- Will you bring me some next weekend?
Olivia-OK.
Me--The Easter Bunny didn't make it to my house.
Olivia-(shocked, yells to her mom) THE EASTER BUNNY DIDN'T MAKE IT TO HER HOUSE!!!!
I know, sister. Send chocolate.
I have been doing nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
But writing. Thinking on Think Rock. Wandering. Watching DVDs. Reading (oh gunslinger! you are the monkey on my back!)
It's been heavenly.
I'd like to Spring Breakify for another week, please.
Last week on NPR, I heard a politician say that the concern about drilling in Alaska is silly because the tundra isn't even beautiful. (I wish I could find the exact quote.) I find this attitude hilarious. That's sort of like pro-lifers saying that they only care about the fetuses of really good looking people.
Oy vey.
My bathtub is leaking horribly and I alerted my apartment manager so this should be cleared up in a few years. Thanks, Dave. Meanwhile, I'm hemorrhaging water and the nonstop gushing sound is making me feel cra-zy.
Crazy!
I'm heavily into Stephen King's Dark Tower series right now. It's funny, I'm quite the Girly Reader normally. Jane Eyre is probably my alltime favorite book. Love Jane Austen, love Pam Houston, Lillian Helmann, Harper Lee. Love the female voice in writing. But there's a part of me that is very much the Sci-Fi Fantasy reader as well. Lord of the Rings? Lord, yes! And I'm not in that one for the romance cause who gives a shit? Unless you count the relationship between Sam and Frodo, TLOTR is all about action, baby. Big themes of Good and Evil. And I dig it!
So, The Dark Tower. Roland, the gunslinger, cold heart, blue eyes. This series is Very Boy and it brings out the guy inside me. Lobstrosities. Blood. The Man in Black. YES!
I can't rip through these books fast enough. I'm on Book 3. Don't you dare tell me what happens.
does anyone out there in internetlandia have an old printer that works and you just don't know what to do with it? I have a student who needs a printer. He's a Sudanese immigrant and doesn't have a lot of spare cash. Nice guy.
Up at 4:15. Bleary, thick tongued. Can't get tea down my gullet fast enough. Work til 9:45 then race home, change, scrape off coffee smell, and off to class. Teach. Student rolling his eyes and sighing deeply in the front row. Try to ignore. Guilt (am i a bad teacher?) Annoyance. Nice talk with another student. Next class: blank looks when i talk about the surreal nature of photography, how it can cross over death and separation. Tired and hungry. Try to give blood at bloodmobile--rejected! Rejected due to skin cancer! Silly urge to cry. Must not cry. Trudge home, tumble into sleep. Wake, confused and late. Rush.
Then: Roller skating with Kailee, Denise, Kelly and Anick!!!!!
Good end to a trying day.