Friday, October 31, 2008

Passive aggressivism sucks.

I know from extensive reading that most poetry written is written in a voice other than the poet's own.

I've also learned from extensive writing, that it's much harder to do.

Actual fiction? Actual fucking fiction--stories that have nothing to do with anything you've ever done, and people you've never met (for Stef: a string of Kicking The Dog instances actually working) is really fucking hard.

If I live enough, I'll run into all sorts of situations and people that can be jigsawed into a plot. If I write enough, I'll describe enough instances and happenings from my own life that eventually I'll be able to make things sound distant from my life. Or, if I'm feeling Tarantino, a non-plot with fun dialog.



In other news, my halloween costume has been a big hit with the Oklahoma natives who don't quite believe that it's not at all outlandish for me to wear it in public all day. I think they'd die if I ever did the Valkerie thing out here.

Pictures to follow.

Also, Ixi had hiccups earlier as she was sitting on my lap! It was both cute and distressing. how odd.

Monday, October 27, 2008

rarr.

So, I've been playing guitar for, mm, nine months now.

And, to be fair, I haven't practiced as much as I should for most of that--excuses should not exist since I only started after I graduated. Besides an excuse is the same as a reason, reasons are just hookers trussed up for the Met and the Jury.

But still, there are certain things I think I should be competent at by fucking now. IE. B minor. For 6 months part of my (almost) daily practice routine includes transferring from D major to B minor. Can't fucking do it. Joshua has tried a couple different explanations as to how I should approach differently, and I try them, and they don't work. I repeat "muscle memory," and "practice makes perfect" to myself. Mostly these things work. My voice seems to improve. My finger strength increases. Speed in note changing ups, EXCEPT for this bloody B minor.

WTF mate.

Otherwise, going to see Denis Johnson tomorrow after my ten hour day in hell.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Baby Eats Crack at Party

That's right. That's a real article in a newspaper. I urge you to look it up. However, do not be deceived by the glowing little camera symbol next to it... the video is disappointingly just an anchor going over the story and the mom shedding a single Hallmark tear, not, in fact, a baby crawling around in a strange manner.

conversation upon discovery:

Joshua: I don't wanna watch a baby eat crack!
Erika: I-I could stand to see that.

In other news--

It's Joshua's birthday soon. We're going to find Indian food in OKC this Saturday and on his actual birthday (28th) I'm bussing a Daisy 2 load of nerds to Edmond to see Denis Johnson speak/read/sign stuff. Super excited.

Ixi is better at Fetch when she's not on Benedryl.

I know nothing of the World Series.

If you're reading this, I miss you.

I am not enjoying Saramago's Blindness.

W. was a good movie.

I haven't done laundry in two weeks.

Fridays are great because I only have to work for an hour and a half, AND, my boss discovered I will demand to get paid for the overtime he schedules me for, thus I only have to work every other saturday. Ha!

Friday, October 17, 2008

Any old weekend... No, wait, Stillwater has one of the country's most revered Homecomings. Crap.

The magic of Fridays is the promise of relief/release
Escape
When Escapism become a way of life,
and split personalities are just too time consuming,
the weekend (yes, there is a pun possible there)
becomes an important player in health.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

The Second Good Weekend

The second good weekend was extended by a thursday and a friday, yet it seemed so squished in on itself. I love every champagne second. Somehow, this week at work is not too horrid yet, I thank the weekend for that.

I got wished a happy columbus day by a sorority girl who locals insist looks just like me. She wears short shorts to work though. This is strange to me for various reasons, not least of all that it seems a health code violation somehow.

Flickr will soon be joined by me. Many strange pictures necessitate it.

I love Pandora.com. And Sparklehorse. And my Sparklehorse station.

I even love the sleet filled outdoors.

Strange...

Friday, October 3, 2008

First of two good weekends.

Forgive me, one shouldn't go around blurting things out like some crazed person with something to look forward to.

Let me explain, though I'm sure some have heard me ring out its praises before. Ikea is a marvelous place. It is calming and safe. It is the nesting mecca.

And lords know how quickly I become a feminine ball of nesting mania when so much pretty potential is presented.

Ah...

Eeeee!

We're making a pilgrimage to Ikea on Sunday.

Tres excitement!