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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 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): 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. |
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journal quote of the day: 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:
shakespeare says:
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