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2 april 2002

harry goes to the vet

bits and bobs

Hi, Denizens! (I left yesterday's entry below this one, and thanks for all the swell mail, you guys!) Things my way have been...well, I guess you could say there's a little shakeup over here, career-wise. It's all very good, but it's going to be some time before I want to discuss it publicly. I'm giddy and a little (a lot) nervous about the whole endeavor, but I've got a bunch of people in my corner. That always helps.

Public art project number one has entered its third week, with good results. Public art project number two is on deck. I'm keeping a photographic record of both.

You'll also begin to see a few changes here at the site very soon. I'm still looking at credit card portals to hook on the site for the soap page. That took longer than I thought. Also, lid has been a lovely literary project, but I'm going to take it down after the redesign. The Den's going to look a little different in the very near future.

I promised awhile back to tell you about my evening listening to Nikki Giovanni, and I intend to do that tomorrow. In fact, I need to tell you about several really cool events that I've been to of late, including the live music outside an old country post office outside of Raleigh. Where, in that very spot, my head nearly exploded when T.D. dumped this really great idea in my lap for a short story I wrote until 4 that next morning. (T.D.--the English Gardens are highlighted with a parasitic fungus. Need some full Latin names, though--got some?)

GO SEE Death to Smoochy! If you like your comedy dark...like, burned around the edges dark--you must see this film. Robin Williams must play more bad guys. He just must. We laughed so hard that we nearly wet ourselves. Rainbow Randolph's theme song alone is enough to make you blow pop through your nose, but the smack song is right up there, too. I suspect the Academy will not be nominating these worthwhile tunes. Bastards.

Oh, and speaking of bastards, so I'm watching the Indiana-Maryland final tonight (GO HOOSIERS!), and I flip the channels during a break. Who the hell decided The Bachelor was a good idea? Please explain to me this sickness that compels fifty women to shuck their self-respect at the door, and compete for the first underwear model type who says he's ready to settle down? In three minutes, I saw three women in tears while Quincy Hair Gel gave his "selections" roses. He looks like a schmuck. Ladies, men don't pucker for the camera, okay? Don't date men who do that.

So that's the short story. Things here are most swell. Hope your life is, too.

as i see it

I believe in too many things to count.

I believe in backing up the words.
in taking more cues from my elders than my youngers.
and that giving it away harnesses the power of spare change.

I believe the same for love.

I believe in singing in the rain
and at busy intersections, alone, in my car.
I believe in do, re, me, and most of you guys.
that horoscopes are a bunch of malarky
that my future lies in my hands, not my palm
that "fast" and "food" are incompatible ideas
that women and minorities are the majority
that we remain busy to justify our thoughtlessness
that most high school sweethearts should be left there
that most politics are incorrect
that anger is a waste of time
that when you get right down to it, wasted time is the universal tragedy
that indifference is unkind
that not communicating with someone can be a hostile act
that illiterates are more interesting than bigots
and that humility is one of the loveliest traits you can possess.

I believe in humanity, but not necessarily its superiority
and that animals complain about us when we're not looking.

I believe that what you give may not come back
that we are too concerned with dividends
that every price is arbitrary, and usually too high
and that death is not necessarily a penalty.

I believe that headstones should be replaced by chalkboards,
to write messages to those whom we miss.

I believe in a lot of things that you probably don't.
I believe that how you tell your truth is as important as the truth itself.
I believe that Janis knew this. So did Ella.

I am certain that I will believe in more things tomorrow.

I believe that's why I stick around.
I want to be here until I lose count.