Things you should not do at a poetry slam: Read the rest of this entry »
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I’m not sure whether the name of this comedy show/poetry slam was inspired by the game, Fuck, Marry Kill, but that’s what the name brought to mind for me. Sometimes it’s difficult to choose between kissing a person, punching him, or reading him a poem. Or alternatively, being kissed, being punched, or hearing a poem.
Regardless of where the name came from, this comedy show/poetry slam was pretty good. Read the rest of this entry »
If I weren’t so lazy, I would go to coffee shops to write more often. It might help if I drank coffee. The bustle of activity in coffee shops, while seemingly distracting, is more like white noise once you start to write. Plus, you can’t just go over to your bookshelf and read the titles to yourself or lie on your floor and see how many pillows you can balance on one foot at any given moment.
If I were as serious about writing as I claim to be sometimes, I would also join a writing group. It takes the constant buzz of a coffee shop and adds in the forced attention to the task at hand, since everyone else is writing.
At the writing group I attended yesterday, I typed around 800 words in 40 minutes. Granted, they were stupid words, words about the only thing I consistently write about these days—the tired, monotonous subject holding my figurative muse hostage and clearly having way too much fun torturing her to let her go any time soon—but still, they were somewhat more structured words than they would have been had I been at home typing them. Read the rest of this entry »
I know lots of things about the English language. For example, I know that the prefix, “il” means “not.”
Yet somehow, when hearing about illicit things over the years, I never made the connection that there must also be the word, licit. No one uses it!
It was the basic smiley.
I used it because I was texting someone who never seems to know when I’m joking even though I make it very clear that it’s always. And I know, I know, I usually say if someone doesn’t understand my tone or get that I’m joking, that’s their fault and I shouldn’t have to compensate for that by adding in a symbol I don’t want to use. And usually if someone doesn’t get my sarcasm, I figure there’s just no point in trying to get along with that person because we’ll never be on the same wavelength. Read the rest of this entry »
The only reason I even believe this happened is because I’m staring at the truth.
No one spells my name correctly the first time. It doesn’t matter if they’re filling in a form and looking at my ID. It makes no difference if they’re decorating a cake and wrote down the letters over the phone. It seems to make it worse when they are responding to a work email where the spelling is in the system. Read the rest of this entry »
Why am I taking Chinese lessons? A few reasons:
1.) Because it’s something I can control. There’s a lot I can’t control: that friends often cancel when I plan an activity because they’re too busy; that I don’t have a place to live next week; that I hate bread pudding. Taking Chinese class is something I have complete control over. Read the rest of this entry »