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Okay. I'm resigned to the fact that I am going to be feeling bad for the foreseeable future. Rather than freaking out all over the place, as I am wont to do, I am going to just say for the record, that until you hear otherwise, I am sad. I will use the mood ring the way God intended: to tell you when I'm not sad anymore. And in the meantime, I will write about happy things. Because writing about being sad does not make me any less sad! It just makes me annoying.

HAPPY THING NUMBER ONE: BOOKS & PIE

I wanted to do a Books & Pie Photo Essay but my camera ran out of batteries. My Photo Essay has now been reduced to this one picture of pie:

Someone else promised to make lots of dirty jokes about eating Jen's delicious pie. I look forward to that entry, whenever it should appear. In the meantime, I recommend Ian's excellent recap of this meeting of the Books & Pie Club, as well as the meeting notes for all the meetings.

We read two books, Telling Tommy about Days We Celebrate, and Little Benny Wanted a Pony, both of which I bought at an antique shop in Austin. Austin rules!

I must say that Little Benny was a real Books & Pie winner. The pony is mentioned briefly at the beginning and of course comes into play at the end, but the true story here is the titular character's exploration of his own nascent sexuality.

Little Benny explores the world of gay love (symbolized when the butcher offers him a sausage) and the world of heterosexuality (he visits a "milkmaid" and sits on her "pail") but he rejects these ideals and dons the mask of repression. (In the background are bunnies, symbolizing the reproductive goals of the societal sexual norm.) Then he gets home and there is a pony awaiting him, who unifies the male and female (as shown when he fellates a tea kettle) and Little Benny flings off his mask, and goes to bed with the horse.

The final scene is Benny's mother coming home with "candy" which I had some trouble with, until a friend of mine (the Pilgrim) pointed out that the "candy" probably symbolizes poppers. In his words, "That's what mothers are for. They're there for you, always willing to score you some drugs if you decide you want to fuck a horse." Wow! Let's invite that guy to Books & Pie!

Little Benny Wanted a Pony is actually a quite coherent exploration of the sexual awakening, although the conclusion that Benny comes to is a little unorthodox. It doesn't really surprise me that this book is no longer in print. And that's a damn shame.

HAPPY THING NUMBER TWO: E-MAIL FROM MY FATHER

I save these things for you. Yes, my dad calls the cat "madame." He sometimes also calls me and my sister "madame." No, I have not made these people up.

From: Freddydutchman
To: mo pie

Hi Monique, I was reading the trader joe"s magazine and read in there they had stoopwafels [these are those yummy Dutch caramel waffle cookies] ,I called the 800 # to find out or there was one in your area .There is one in Emeryville off the 80 fwy,phone# 510-658-8091. Mom ask me to thank you for the info re:the zen muffins,you bought at traders joe,so knowing that you must have been there I assume .You probaly were not aware that they had stroopwafels, Sunday a couple of the weavers [their square dancing club is called the Western Weavers] are commiing over to help us with the x-mass decoration for the dinner-dance in dec .Yesterday we got our flu shot at kaiser ,thaught you would like to know.This way we wil stay healthy for the winter.Anyway this is all the news we have for now. Love Mom and Dad!!!!!!!!!

From: Freddydutchman
To: mo pie

Hi ,how is my girl doing?News about moca,wel who says girls don"t rule the house. [Moca is our cat.] Moca is not anymore in the girls room ,she found a new spot to sleep during the day when mam and I wake upp ,we have breakfast etc,moca walks around the table I open the door to let her out ,no then she stands in front of the sliding doors in the french room because she wants to go sleep,all that while we have breakfast.Then she goes into the bedroomwalking around the bed wich is not made yet meauwing and meauwingtill mams makes the bed .Then madame jumps on the bed and goes to the area where the pillows are and snuggels herself into a position that she is comfortable ,that goes on every morning and sleeps about the whole day. SSo now you know a little bit what "s going on here. have a good weekend Love Mom and Dad. hear from you soon we hope!!!!!!

HAPPY THING NUMBER THREE: DIARIST AWARDS

My entry "What It's Like" has been nominated for Outstanding Entry, and I hope to soon be embroiled in a bitter rivalry with my fellow nominee Chiara, sort of like the rivalry in Showgirls where they end up making out. I have never been nominated in this category before! I'm excited. Here, check out my graphic:

Okay, I haven't gotten a graphic yet, and I may have made that one up. But there are a lot of great entries and journals nominated this time around. I highly recommend a peruse through the nominees.

HAPPY THING NUMBER FOUR: MY CHAPBOOK

The first 50 copies are almost done! I just have to find my side-saddle stapler. (Where the hell did I put that?) Anyway, they are all folded and almost ready to go. I'm hoping to do a larger press run next week, but the first 50 copies will be available soon.

 365 days ago (give or take):

"This is a piece of art I have wanted to see for years and years, something I thought I would have to go to Florence to see. But there's a copy of it right here, in San Francisco--one of only three copies in the world!"

Katie comes to visit and I take lots of pictures. (She lives in Turkey now, and I miss her.) I am cracking up at the quote that is at the very bottom of this entry, from two years ago. Hee.

 


what i'm reading:
The booklist notes are at work. Pale Fire, Song of Solomon, The Maltese Falcon, The Way of All Flesh. Now I am re-reading Memoirs of a Geisha and trying to decide what to read "for real" next. Tropic of Cancer is not doing it for me.

what i'm writing:
A chapbook, for one thing!

what i'm watching:
I love the NBC reruns of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy!

anything:
There are strange men taking pictures of the hallway right now.

the birds:
Okay seriously, WHAT KIND OF BIRDS ARE THESE that they don't fly? I don't know how to make them exercise.

journal quote of the day:
"[S]hould they encounter a legally married gay couple, their personal moral compass might swing so wildly askew that the next thing they know it's 3am and they're being bent over an interstate rest stop picnic table by a leather bear named Chuck while a fetching chocolate lab is licking their heroin-dusted nipples."

It has been too long since I declared my love for John Scalzi. Actually, it may have been only a week or so. Whatever.

mood ring:
sad

shakespeare says:
And this small packet of Greek and Latin books: if you accept them, then their worth is great. (The Taming of the Shrew)

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write to me
mo at the movies
molibs
reading list
adventure lists
the sims
fractious times
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