Thursday, May 31, 2012


Remember that story I keep saying that I'm working on and will finish at the end of March ... before the writer's conference ... in a few weeks .... Ahh yes, that one.

Well, I actually am working on it now. A few weeks ago, I realized it needed to take an entirely different angle, and since then I've averaged about 4,000 non-deleted words a week -- which may not sound like much, but for the project that has refused to go anywhere for months, it's pretty dang good.

Just thought I'd let the internet elves know. :)

Wednesday, May 30, 2012


September 1, 1939

I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.

Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.

Exiled Thucydides knew
All that a speech can say
About Democracy,
And what dictators do,
The elderly rubbish they talk
To an apathetic grave;
Analysed all in his book,
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
We must suffer them all again.

Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
Competitive excuse:
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
Imperialism’s face
And the international wrong.

Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.

The windiest militant trash
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.

From the conservative dark
Into the ethical life
The dense commuters come,
Repeating their morning vow;
“I will be true to the wife,
I'll concentrate more on my work,”
And helpless governors wake
To resume their compulsory game:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach the deaf,
Who can speak for the dumb?

All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.*

Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.

—W.H. Auden

* This poem, describing the events leading up to the outbreak of WWII, became popular during the lifetime of its author, WH Auden. Despite this, Auden ultimately hated the poem, and listed it among the five he most regretted writing. Years after its initial publication, he allowed it to be republished in an anthology if the line, "We must love one another or die" was changed to "We must love one another and die."

With due respect to Mr. Auden, I kind of like both versions. 

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Is this a dumb idea ... or a REALLY dumb idea?

Let's talk triathalons, people.

Specifically, baby triathalons -- say, for example, a 1 mile swim, 12 mile bike ride, 3 mile run.

You could do that, right? I mean, assuming you know how to swim and ride a bike. We descended from people who probably at one time or another had to run from tigers, so it's in your genetic code somewhere.

And assuming one is capable of a 1 mile swim, a 12 mile bike ride, or a 3 mile run, it's not all that nutty to say, "Hey, I know! I'll do them all, one after the other!"  (Right? Let's go with "right.")

My biggest question is this ... assuming that one were to have the guts to sign up for such an event, with minimal available training time ... how do you go from the swim to the bike ride? Is there a changing station of some kind?

Because while I am willing to put myself though various kinds of physical hell, I am not willing to squeeze wet bikini bottoms into bike shorts for a 12 mile ride.

Monday, May 28, 2012

Spencer's talents

The roommates and I have officially determined Spencer's most important and valuable traits. They are as follows:

1. Cuteness

2. Snuggling ability

3. Ghost hunting

4. Obedience

It's been a wild and crazy Memorial Day weekend, folks.

Friday, May 18, 2012


So I watch Grey's Anatomy. (Hata's gonna hate.)

I know it's kind of terrible. I know it should have ended a few years ago. But when I am doing laundry or cleaning or just vegging out, it is the perfect distraction -- not to mention, I cry at the drop of a hat whenever an old person dies, and I like to think that occasional ugly cry is good for your skin.

But I may be over it after last night.

Not just that (spoiler alert) Lexie died, but the fact that there was a plane crash in general. On Grey's Anatomy. (I kept waiting for a golden lab to run up to them or for Meredith and Christina to find a hatch when they were looking for Derek.)

At this rate, the good doctors of Seattle Grace have survived a ferry crash, a bomb scare, a mad gunman, TWO bus crashes, an ambulance crash, ghosts, and that syphilis outbreak from way back in season 1. (Memories.)

The only way for this show to go out now is in the middle of a nuclear war, agreed? And, let's say, a Snow Patrol song.

Which leads me to wonder how some of my other favorite (and not-so-favorite) shows will go down.

Revenge ends with Emily exacting all her RUHVENGE!, laughing maniacally in her beach house, dying of her injuries, and then being reunited with Sammy the Wonderdog in heaven.

The Vampire Diaries ends with Stefan and Damon in a diner, Damon throwing back a shot, and a cut to black. We are all left to assume that the Council and/or Originals and/or Katherine killed them and message boards across the internet explode with nerd fury.

The Killing ends with Rosie Larsen being alive! The entire show was a red herring!

Community clearly ends in a snowglobe.

The fetus in Lori's womb miscarries, turns into a zombie, kills Lori (yay!) who then kills everyone (sad!) on The Walking Dead.

Speaking of The Walking Dead, I hope you enjoy this:

How do you think some shows will end?

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Stolen from The Exponent

“And even though I swear sometimes God rolls his eyes at me when I pray for all sorts of silly things, I know he listens and blesses me just the same.  So too I am trying to value the things that matter to the people around me.”

Full post here.

Saturday, May 5, 2012

The Roommate's To Do List for Ru

Today I logged onto my computer and found a sticky document labeled "TO DO LIST."

Except, I'm pretty sure I didn't write it.

To Do List
1. Meet a hot, older, financially stable Mormon dude who loves TV.

2. Find a pocket pig that can peacefully co-exist with Spencer and Charlie.

3. Write an award-winning novel.

4. Ask for -- nay, DEMAND a raise.

5. Tell Diego to go on a Diet Coke run.

(Given number 5, I suspect this was Hannah's list for me.)