this is the funniest thing i’ve seen today: discussion w/ a magic eight ball. his comment of yesterday was as controversial as that is amusing. he mentioned how he didn’t like women writers, which i would take offense to except that he declared web-friendly females exempt. okay, maybe i could take offense anyway, but i don’t know even know him and it’s not as if he’s read my poetry specifically and rolled his eyes. i asked what his problem is — is it that he can’t relate? that’s always what i assume it is. i feel like most people who say they don’t like a general thing, like women’s writing or scandinavian film or the internet (hi annie :-)), simply have problems identifying for one reason or another. often all they need is exposure to something that doesn’t fit their stereotype and their minds expand like so much baked dough.
yanni’s piano recital is tomorrow, not today. fine. liz leant me survivor by chuck palahniuk (sp?) and now that i’m done w/ tom jones, i have space in my bag for it.
there’s a meme for you: if you carry a bag around most of the time, what’s in it?
mine: a black cvs notebook and a mechanical pencil; a green 40-year-old’s wallet that once belonged ot my mother and a ballpoint pen; a soft-blue change purse, which was a gift from ari last year; survivor; my cellphone; two hair things; about 40,000 Trident wrappers; 40,000 movie ticket stubs; and 40,000 receipts. characteristic? you be the judge.