My first SG friend Zupertelic has a set up in Member Review that is a couple of votes shy of two hundred. If you read this, please go and read say something nice about her set. She is going to be famous one day and you will be all be able to say that you liked her before she was famous, and you will feel smug and awesome for it.
I bumped Oubliette up to my favorite SG because she is fucking rad, no other way to say it. And she writes back to people, which is also rad. Plus, in the hypothetical situation where you get to invite ten people alive or dead to a dinner party, I think I can say with confidence that she would be on my list. And... I went out and bought Scary Stories because of her. It means a lot to a book buyer like me to buy something BECAUSE of someone else. So there. Congratulations, Oubliette.
The 5K is over. There are some horrible pictures taken at the top of a hill that comprised the last two tenths of a mile. Sadistic to put a hill at the end of a race. I finished the whole thing in 34 minutes which is an okay time for somebody who hasn't ever run a 5K.
My job started up this fall again and I am not in love with it, but I don't want to piss and moan too much. I am thinking about some heavy career changes and not sure what I should about them. There is a part of me that wants to write and go to and MFA program and refine that skill. There is another part of me that wants to learn to be a carpenter and have a product at the end of the day to verify that I did something. There are weighty philosophical ramblings behind each option.
A girl on the street, who I know from passing on the street, was having a bad day and asked for a hug. It was strange to be hugging a person who I don't really know--I am only 50/50 on her name to be honest--but it felt nice to have an excuse to get a hug back. I had a bad day too and I never think to ask for hugs. I might change that, or substitute it for cookies and milk.
I posted some photo on my Flickr account that I was pretty happy with. Kids playing in a fountain in Boston, MA. Check them out here if you get a chance, leave some comments if you are bored and have nothing better to do. kowtow's photo stream
Last thing I have done, and this is pretty monumental for me, I have stopped self-deprecating humor. I have always been a guy that says, "I am not that good looking," or, "Not bad for a fat guy." But I am not fat, doughy yes, fat no; and I am repeated told by people that I know, and some that I don't, that I am in fact good looking. So I am not going to do that anymore, because one of things that I notice happens is that I buy into the bullshit that I sell. So I start to believe these things.
I bumped Oubliette up to my favorite SG because she is fucking rad, no other way to say it. And she writes back to people, which is also rad. Plus, in the hypothetical situation where you get to invite ten people alive or dead to a dinner party, I think I can say with confidence that she would be on my list. And... I went out and bought Scary Stories because of her. It means a lot to a book buyer like me to buy something BECAUSE of someone else. So there. Congratulations, Oubliette.
The 5K is over. There are some horrible pictures taken at the top of a hill that comprised the last two tenths of a mile. Sadistic to put a hill at the end of a race. I finished the whole thing in 34 minutes which is an okay time for somebody who hasn't ever run a 5K.
My job started up this fall again and I am not in love with it, but I don't want to piss and moan too much. I am thinking about some heavy career changes and not sure what I should about them. There is a part of me that wants to write and go to and MFA program and refine that skill. There is another part of me that wants to learn to be a carpenter and have a product at the end of the day to verify that I did something. There are weighty philosophical ramblings behind each option.
A girl on the street, who I know from passing on the street, was having a bad day and asked for a hug. It was strange to be hugging a person who I don't really know--I am only 50/50 on her name to be honest--but it felt nice to have an excuse to get a hug back. I had a bad day too and I never think to ask for hugs. I might change that, or substitute it for cookies and milk.
I posted some photo on my Flickr account that I was pretty happy with. Kids playing in a fountain in Boston, MA. Check them out here if you get a chance, leave some comments if you are bored and have nothing better to do. kowtow's photo stream
Last thing I have done, and this is pretty monumental for me, I have stopped self-deprecating humor. I have always been a guy that says, "I am not that good looking," or, "Not bad for a fat guy." But I am not fat, doughy yes, fat no; and I am repeated told by people that I know, and some that I don't, that I am in fact good looking. So I am not going to do that anymore, because one of things that I notice happens is that I buy into the bullshit that I sell. So I start to believe these things.
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Congrats on the run! That is fantastic!
I want an MFA in writing, I am looking at low residency programs, but really haven't even come close to making a decision on where to apply. Carpentry can be hard on the body in the long run, and depending on what you do, might not satisfy you if your real desire it to create....