n. infantile pattern of suckle-swallow movement in which the tongue is placed between incisor teeth or between alveolar ridges during initial stage of swallowing (if persistent can lead to various dental abnormalities) v. [content removed due to Bush campaign to clean up the internet] n. act of nyah-nyah v. pursuing with relentless abandon the need to masticate and thrust the world into every bodily incarnation in order to transform it, via the act of salivation, into nutritive agency

Thursday, July 28, 2011

going to New York

and I'm going to be doing some writing as I do. an actual bonafide adventure highlights the fact that I need to manufacture more adventures on a regular basis.

although hanging out with the grandparents, reading in the sun, putzing in the garden, and walking Herald have been very peaceful.

f.y.i. if you live in Bville and check my blog nearly every day, you should just give up, pick up an extra coffee (I like mochas) or Mallards ice cream, show up at my studio some afternoon once I get back and shoot the shit... that's the best way to catch up with me these days.

otherwise I haven't had much to say. quiet mode.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

job thoughts

"If you are a self-described novelist, arts and entertainment, or creative writer then this is NOT the position for you."

Well, piss off to you too.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

still here

snake buddySo no worries, for those who have expressed worry.

It purports to be summer, so I am seeking rays in between the downpours.

And am very much enjoying my sister's visit to The States. I haven't seen her for a year, and have to admit to having missed her horribly.

I love the way my dog adores and prances around her, as if he expresses for me how much I care, which includes licking her when she disagrees with being licked, and dancing when she's too tired to dance, and being strange and indecipherable like the rest of it otherwise. I will be glad when the sis and brolaw are back next year.

(We haven't even fought!!!!!)

We went on a hike in the Olympic inlands... and other than there being too much snow, I had a lovely time. I was (am) out of shape, and worried about my back and feet, but really should have worried about my cardio-fitness and weather protection. We camped out in a clearing shortly removed from snow, and our feet were wet the whole time, and the lake I had bought rainbow trout lures for was frozen over. I panted significantly and attempted to plant feet firmly. I realized I don't like being left behind while someone else explores the difficult path: not because I want the difficult path, but because Herald whines extraordinarily during parting and I fret about cliff-falls and the imminent need for rescue helicopters during the interim. Best to be along the whole time.

I bought a ticket today to see my god-daughter during her visit from Germany to the east coast. I am so excited and nervous about meeting a young person I don't yet know. Developing strategies...

It's going to be good.

The rest of the summer too. My grandparents are coming on Wednesday (the day after I drop my sister off to head back to Scotland), and I haven't seen them either in forever. Very pleased to see them.

And am very determined to develop a creative schedule along with the onslaught. By Jove, I swear it, I do. As I swear many things, including a desire to flirt with many new peoples and write like an inspired person. Or a disciplined person. Or maybe a desperate person. (Like these things are separate)

However, I don't swear to be regular with my blogging. At all.