podcast #1: you don’t go down there to mine

I’ve never been great with follow-through, which is why it completely surprises and delights me to announce that my writing partner and I have produced our first podcast, “and scene”. Matt and I discuss “Brokeback Mountain”, templates for first dates, the evils of computer stores, and Sharpie poisoning. Download Episode #1 | Subscribe with iTunes

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sleeptastic

sleeptastic

From dating website spam I received today: What are you waiting for? Your last relationship starts right here. Somehow, I don’t think that’s the best marketing gimmick. I know what they’re trying to say, but this phrasing sounds painful and final. This relationship … will be your LAST! Perhaps I’m just sensitive to the dating thing because a few folks I know have recently had their hearts crunched. Also, I hate audiovisual equipment failures, and I blame bad dates on them. Just because. Buffy Watch: I am now two episodes into Season Four of “BtVS” and two episodes into Season One of “Angel”, alternating between them as the good Joss intended. All this week I’ve gotten at least eight hours of dreamless...

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beautiful soup

beautiful soup

The ending of season three of “BtVS” was very satisfying, but still made me cry. I’m glad I had a nice (impromptu) dinner with Hawk in between part one and part two so I didn’t just fall apart entirely. Yes, I said “impromptu” — I actually went out with only about an hour lead time! Hooray for personal growth! The MSG made quite a bit of excellent food last weekend, but the most photographic was this asparagus soup: My Netflix account will soon be officially gone. I’m glad. Five unplayable DVDs in a row? Please. Responding to service complaints with form letters? I’ll stick to my corner video store, thanks. Technorati Tags: food,...

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paint by numbers

Why is there a cotton candy flavor in Dum Dum Pops? What flavor is cotton candy? I am similarly stumped by the bubble gum flavor. An entire bag of Dum Dum Pops will run you about a buck fifty and contains mostly flavors that are not cream soda, which is my favorite Dum Dum Pops flavor. I broke my longish streak of not losing anything. I lost the little Moleskine Cahier notebook I rely on at work. It sucks, but it’s gone and I have to deal. Okay, that was way too mature and calm. I lost my effing work notebook!!!1!!111 The weather has been glorious, the kind of glorious that makes me want to take up a sport. For about five minutes. Then I come to my senses. Still: spring! The only thing wrong with “BtVS” is that there are only seven...

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blocked

I am experiencing writer’s block right now, but more than that: I want to write, I make time to write, I sit down to write, and instead of nothing coming out, a whole bunch of crap comes out, pages and pages of it, and I don’t transcribe it from notebook to disk because it’s That Bad. I have read books that are supposed to help me with this, like Bird by Bird, On Writing, The War of Art, and Writing from the Inside Out. I even started to re-read The Art of Fiction. I’ve meditated, I’ve exercised, I’ve gotten up early, I’ve stayed up late, I’ve stuck to a routine, I’ve been flexible. It boils down to this: I cannot finish a story. I cannot end something. I do not have a logical place for it to go, a path, a...

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mundayne

I am here, still here, here again, that sort of thing. I got the stomach flu a couple of weeks ago, and that was not fun. My dad and stepmom visited for a weekend, and that was lots of fun. Other than these two things, I do not have much to report. Most of my energy has been pouring into this strange little short story I have to let out from under the house before it consumes my fingers and eyes and cuts my hair into bangs. Poems are so easy for me to finish. I don’t know why I haven’t just completed this shitty first draft and gotten on with the revision part. While not writing, puking, or touring, I have been dealing with a lot of work foo, which is usual for this time of the year. Also, my job is still very much my job, despite my fantasies of...

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you pocket

I opened my wallet today (it’s not even the first iteration of this wallet; I’ve had more than one) and discovered a pocket big enough for only a coin or a good fortune where I thought there was merely a snap — like you, the you I thought of you, before and you, the you just yesterday, with your hands on my hands, with perfect dinner reservations for my parents, with whispered questions before dawn. — Halsted M. Bernard Technorati Tags: poetry

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