Sunday, October 24, 2010

The issue was published last week and I'm still thinking about it

The New Yorker cover last week by Roz Chast is killing me! We get the magazine at work.

The cover illustration is a man reading in a chair with an laptop in his library. All the bookcases are behind him, and all of the books look sad and upset that he is on his laptop instead of reading them. (Yes, I have empathy for objects.)

A lot of my friends have been debating e books lately. I like the idea of them. My main issue is reading on a back-lit screen really bothers my eyes. The Kindle took care of this but the iPad is just like reading off a computer. Another issue for me is I worry poetry will be one of the last genres that gets brought over to digital format. I might be wrong about this since there are a lot of poetry magazines that are published online.

I really do think a lot of people will be reading this way once the e reader prices are lower. I think it could be good for poetry, and good for reading in general.

I don't think anything will save books from people going on the internet instead. (Where I am right now!)

Here is the cover. I can hardly bear to look at all those poor, sad books. Aw, books, I'm sorry!

I was wrong!

Kris and I were talking about Annie's hair after the movie, and I didn't think the actress was wearing a wig! I must have been in denial, because the internet is telling me over and over that it was a wig.

Another hair conspiracy: I suspect that they did something crazy to Sandy's hair in the movie. His coat looks like it was teased or permed.

My favorite part: when Rooster rips off his mustache and reveals he was in disguise

I saw Annie for the first time in 25 years last night at Allison’s and Phil’s house. I loved it super much as a kid. When I saw Allison put the dvd on, I thought would want to make fun of the movie and my 8 year old self.

I absolutely, sincerely still love it! It’s great. There are extra bonuses to watching it as an adult: I didn’t fully appreciate the 1930’s fashions and sets before. I also didn’t understand all the jokes when I was young.

I even teared up at the end. What a surprise!

I’ve been humming the songs all day today.

You know where this is going

My favorite used bookstore is Rodney's. I only found out it existed because a friend told me about a great bookstore that was going out of business and was having a half price sale to get rid of their inventory. The used books were already half off, and then they took another half off that, so everything was a quarter of the list price. Kris and I went every time we were in Cambridge (pretty often). I couldn't understand how the store was going out of business because it was always full of shoppers. We had to get another full-sized bookshelf because of this bookstore!

The store is two floors, has a great poetry section. I was pretty sad that I only found out about it after it was closing.

I went to Rodney's last week, and there was a sign up that they aren't closing anymore! So many people bought books during the sale, they paid off their debts, and can afford to stay open. The sale is going on for another month. I wonder how crowded it will be after the sale is over.

I'm excited! We're going to have to buy another another bookcase!

Double sleep

I must have been super tired when I went to sleep last night because I dreamed that I was sleeping.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

The Boston Central Branch may be the largest library I've ever been in

I have a poetry workshop at the Boston Central Library once a month, and every time I go wild and get too many books. I wanted to borrow one specific book, and ended up with six books! I was looking for a seventh when I had to leave because they were closing.

Something cool: anyone with a Massachusetts library card can borrow books at the Boston Library!

Poetry magazine has esp

I am currently reading Harriet Monroe and the Poetry Renaissance, which is about first ten years of Poetry Magazine (It is a pretty interesting read) and I got an offer for a discount subscription from Poetry Magazine. How did they know I was thinking about renewing?

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Of Course I put on the Eva Gabor wig


Today marks the first day of wear fleece pajamas all the time I'm at home season!

My jerky cats broke into the cabinet and then the foodbag

I caught them when I heard loud crunching on food. (I usually feed them canned and had this bag as a back up.)

Yard sale haul

An old woman near my house who used to sell collectibles and books has a yard sale every weekend because she has too much stuff. This weekend was the last sale of the season.

Eva Gabor wig, new in box:

Star Magazine from 1975:

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

He should share his Pulizer with Elizabeth Hardwick

I really like Robert Lowell's collection, The Dolphin, but it is kind of sad that my favorite poems in the book are the ones where Lowell took direct quotes from his ex-wife's (Elizabeth Hardwick)letters and turned them into poems.

I found my long lost ring!

My first Christmas during college, my mother bought me a black and white pearl ring. I loved it and wore it all the time for years.

In 2005 one of the pearls fell out and I planned to get it repaired, but I was in the middle of a move from California to Texas, so I put it in a bag where I thought it would be safe. When I got to Texas, I couldn't find it. I looked through all my bags and boxes, and it was gone. I tore up my house about once a month looking for it for the next year.

I checked ebay periodically to see if I could find another one like it or a ring I would like to wear all the time, but never found anything.

Last week, 5 years after I lost it, I found one exactly the same except for the size. My heart started beating fast when I saw it.

The ring is smaller, but I can still wear it if I put it on my ring finger instead of my middle. I am not sure if I want to get it sized so it will be exactly the same as the missing ring. Even if I end up sizing it, I want to wear it for awhile. I missed it.

This first photo I took in about 2001. I was showing someone the scratches on my hand, and the ring just happened to be in the photo.

This photo is the ebay picture that went along with the auction.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Super Optician

My hairdresser needed a glasses adjustment. Her frame was plastic and the temples needed to be bent. We used her hairdryer to heat them so I was able to bend them into the right shape.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Dinah attacked the poem I was working on

Look at this cute picture we got at a yard sale

I like how she has to hold her hat.

Friday, October 08, 2010

We still use paper charts at work

Sometimes, when I am daydreaming while filing patients' charts, I'll start looking for words that have nothing to do with the name on the chart, like "poetry."

Recently, I was looking for a chart named "coelacanth."

Thursday, October 07, 2010

Thom Yorke's The Eraser

The doctor I work for is at a conference this week so I get to play the same album over and over!

Wednesday, October 06, 2010

I had to look it up. I had no idea which was correct.

The editor of a magazine where my poem is going to be printed (Yay!) emailed me asking if the word in my poem was supposed to be "makeouts" or "make outs."

The history of poets lamenting the publishing industry

I just started reading a book called "Harriet Monroe and the Poetry Renaissance- The First Ten Years of Poetry." It is interesting to see Harriet Monroe's complaints about poetry in the early 1900's. (She had a lot of trouble finding places to publish her work then.)

Here is Harriet Monroe's list:

"First. Leading publisher of England and America have told me that they "almost never" publish a book of verse unless the expense of publication is paid by the author when the book is issued.

Second. Editors of our most literary magazines state, in writing, that they can publish a poem of more than twenty or thirty lines, "no matter how meritorious," "more than once in a long time." Some of them say never, under any circumstances. And most editors are forced to accept verse from the standpoint of popularity rather than excellence.

Third. Prices paid for the few poems accepted are less than one-tenth, sometimes scarcely one-hundredth, what a painter or sculptor would receive for an equally successful work requiring an equal amount of ability and time.

Fourth. The poet who makes $200 a year through his art is fortunate. Thus he is forced to use up time and spirit in more remunerative occupations.

Fifth. If he or his friends raise money to publish a book of verse few buy it, the critics hardly notice it, and he rarely gets his money back.

Sixth. In short, the vast English-speaking world says to its poets: Silence."

Monday, October 04, 2010

The mystery of why it was written in Pitman Shorthand was never solved

Kris and I went to the library book sale over the weekend and got so many great books. The most fun book was The Return of Sherlock Holmes written in Pitman shorthand.

I've been wanting to learn shorthand, and now I have a reason!

PS In the background on the wall is a mom cat doll carrying her baby cat by the scruff, and to the right of that is a Jean-Luc Picard doll, both were presents from my mom.

Sunday, October 03, 2010

My secret life as a Star Trek podcaster

I am part of a weekly Star Trek: Deep Space Nine podcast, and it is Deep Space Nine week over at the website, Secure Immaturity.

Will, who runs the site, asked me if I would write a poem about DS9, and I am always looking for an excuse to write about my favorite DS9 villain, Rao Vantika. Here is the poem!

Saturday, October 02, 2010

Is is just me?

Next in my reading queue is Robert Lowell's book "The Dolphin."

Does anyone else think it's weird that Robert Lowell's pet name for his wife Caroline Blackwood was "Dolphin?"

P.S. Haha, when I first wrote this, I wrote that his "Dolphin" wife's name was Elizabeth Blackwell. Her name was actually Caroline Blackwood, the wife before that was Elizabeth Hardwick, and the one before that was Jean Stafford. I can't keep track of the wives! Is it also just me that I can't keep the names of his wives straight?

Friday, October 01, 2010

This probably means I should make some time for poetry submissions

In my dream I was at a truck stop parking lot, and all my index cards that I keep track of my poetry submissions fell out of their container without me noticing and were scattered by the wind. Strangers kept picking them up, reading the titles out loud, and saying "What is this weird thing?" with a sneer before I grumpily snatched the card out of their hand.