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Thursday, August 2, 2007
7:03AM - everyone's ok
...so far. My family's all fine, I'm just waiting like everyone else to make sure there were no out-of-pocket pals on the bridge.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
2:17PM
As an homage to Leonard's IMDB board selections, here's one from ThriftyHipster.com, a site devoted to ranking bars in Minneapolis. It's a post about one of my favorite bars, The Local:
Good Selection, pretentious bartenders that mocked me for ordering a fine bourbon then hit on my girlfriend.
HOTT. Sweetie, we need to go.
Wednesday, December 7, 2005
12:27PM
Hm. Gosh. I wonder if it was out of line for me to tell Congressman Tom Reynolds' aide that my boss has no interest in accepting a leadership award from the NRCC, nor does she want any affiliation with them.
Was that too sassy? Maybe?
Thursday, November 3, 2005
1:47PM
So, maybe it makes more sense for me to say something, here?
Okay.
It's true.
We decided to give it another try.
Being apart for a short time made it painfully, painfully clear how important we are to each other, and I know that I for one am truly, madly committed.
Oh Stairmaster, I'm yours for life.
Friday, July 8, 2005
11:36AM - Birth control
Color me fucking wrong. I thought they'd never refuse an opportunity to make a buck.
Walgreen's corporate policy permits individual pharmacists to refuse to fill birth control prescriptions on moral grounds.
It's going to be quite inconvenient for me and my baby, but:
B-O-Y-C-O-T-T.
Tuesday, April 5, 2005
4:18PM - the shedding
If the question is:
DID ANNIE TAKE HER CAST OFF, NECESSITATING A RUSH TRIP TO THE ORTHOPEDIST?
the answer is:
YES.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
10:35AM - well, duh
So what do you do if you're 21 months old and your ace-bandage wrapped splint is bugging you?
You take it off, helLO! And then go to sleep on your unwrapped, broken arm.
I think Leonard should be looking for housing within the confines of a children's hospital, since that's more or less where we'll be living for the next 16 years. (Sorry, honey.)
Monday, March 21, 2005
1:54PM - But doc, will I be able to play the violin?
My boo-ba beet broke her arm last night, fallen under an insufficiently watchful eye. Pictures soon of the tiniest sling on the market.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
11:58AM - De qui?
Straight to your eyes from the billing department where I work:
BILLER 1: I heard Demi Moore's pregnant.
BILLER 2: Oh, but they're denying it. I saw them on...
BILLER 1: Yeah, they're denying it.
BILLER 3: Is it her husband's?
You're welcome. Come again.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
9:04PM - ONE THING I HAVE NEVER DONE THAT EVERYONE ON MY LJ FRIENDS LIST HAS DONE:
MADE A LIST OF THE THINGS THAT I HAVE DONE THAT NONE OF YOU SUCKER-MOTHERS HAVE, YOURSELVES, DONE. YOURSELVES.
Pffffffffthbbbbt.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
2:20PM - ambition
The more my writer friends slip away, out of touch, the gladder I am.
There. You have been warned. If a shot of pure surliness may put you off your tea, your sandwich, your mid-afternoon stretch, whatever, you may want to quit reading.
One of the things obscure writers like to complain about most is how very unfair it is that publications ask for previously unpublished work. It means once you publish something, that's it, baby. Its status as something that could be anything, could be taken by somebody big, could get you an electrically surprising and wonderful acceptance letter, is over.
The process of publication is thus delicate: shoot too high, and you face long, long delays, possibly never seeing your work in print. Shoot too low, and it's over too soon, the moment in the spotlight a useless flash and of no real good to the ever-important CV.
I think it bites. I launched a whole publishing project designed to give work under the threat of quick obscurity a second life -- I called it the Great Internet Restoration Project, and I wanted to honor not only authors but their original publishers. But nonetheless, it kills me -- just kills me -- to see people crumpling up their previous publications and republishing without a whisper of credit to their original editors. Someone I was very friendly with for a long time has just published a story in a very hip magazine that was originally published by another someone I considered a friend.
The original publisher has flaked out on a lot of people, but that's no excuse for treating his efforts like they never happened. I guess what makes me sadder yet is the writer in question didn't really need the hip magazine as a credit; he's appeared in its pages before. Jesus, man. If you're going to screw people, at least make it count.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
8:47AM - Tizzle
Good Tuesday, friends!
1. [ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<livejournal [...] tag,>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] Good Tuesday, friends! 1. <livejournal user tag, which I seem to have forgotten>Rum Holiday and her wise husband are indeed the almost awesomest. 2. The awesomest being, of course, my sweetie. 3. Except for software on his perplexing computer, which didn't believe me when I tried to create a starkly plain, plain-text file, fancied up only by an .htm extension. I have received word that the uploaded page came across as garbage on Macintosh Internet Explorer yesterday. Does anyone here have Mac IC, or know someone in rapid access who does? The site in question is: <a href="http://www.pindeldyboz.com">Pindeldyboz</a> It should be fine. I redid the index page in my normal manner last night, but I want to confirm it's hunky-dory. 4. Actually, not surprisingly, the computer problem was probably a user problem. Like my sweetie delicately tried to hint at. I don't know what ANSI means, but that's what I'm supposed to save it in. Anyhoo. OKAY THANKS THANKS Y'ALL. P.S. OKAY NEVER MIND Y'ALL. The person who had the problems the day before went back and verified it's fine now. I'm going to leave LiveJournal's pointer that I've got a bad tag in there, because I find it funny. I KNOW, LiveJournal. I KNOW! HA HA! IT WAS ON PURPOSEFUL!
Wednesday, February 9, 2005
10:22AM - Two in one week! Egads!
I was going to lift my honey's catchphrase "Whorin'", but seeing as the site to be shown features a picture of my daughter, I decided against it.
I'm participating in a tribute to the now-defunct Surgery of Modern Warfare, edited for several years by Amy Fusselman, nice gal.
It's here: Surgery of Moonshine Annie
Tuesday, February 8, 2005
3:59PM - Perilously close to bust.
Okay.
Here is what I'm doing this afternoon. My one project. Nothing else happening round these parts. Nosiree.
There are two stacks of hanging file folders. One stack is letter-sized, the other stack is legal-sized.
In some of the letter-sized folders, there are original provider contracts with our healthcare payers.
But lo -- for other payers, the original is in the legal-sized folder. Mixed in with the contracts are various cover letters and fee schedules and miscellaneous adjustments and addenda.
I am going through, determining which and where is the original, discarding photocopies, and keeping the original in the legal-sized folder.
Next up: Creating folders for OLD contracts! Not photocopies, but contracts that are simply RENDERED INVALID BY NEWER EDITIONS.
I am really not supposed to be using the internet. At all. But I think my head might roll right off my body if I don't provide my brain some method of escape.
Sunday, November 28, 2004
2:12PM - never mind
I just accepted a piece for Pindeldyboz that showed, irreducibly, why this is all worth it. Even if the most brilliant of brilliant men says otherwise.
Look for it in the new year, position prime.
Saturday, November 27, 2004
12:44PM - as requested
This entry is dedicated to Leonard A. Pierce, Jr., because he requested it.
But it is devoted to William Gaddis. Ladies and gentleman of the congregation, I've now read all the fiction Gaddis published in his lifetime, and I'm grieving. "Agape Agape" is a beautiful little book, but an address so direct it might well be called a lengthy essay, rather than a novella. Considerately, Viking placed critical comments after the text (I would've flipped past, and then returned to the front, anyway) and Joseph Tabbi generously provides intelligently articulated details to help one affix the deathbed rant in the context of Gaddis' life.
Tabbi sees it as a reckoning -- as a means of finding solace and accepting the imminent parting. And I'm sad to say I differ. I read it as an unresolved keening, not for the life soon to stop but for the consequences of creating and publishing the realized peak of one's potential, for setting it all loose, for becoming, as the narrator reiterates over and over, more than oneself.
I'm nowhere near knowing what to do with this. The work of William Gaddis is what keeps me hammering away at new literature; either writing it or publishing it. I feel it as an act of gratitude for having been moved, as his fiction has done to me, so irrevocably and so transcendentally. And if it's all for naught? If it really does require the utmost sacrifice, the willingness to risk putting your best self in the past tense, to surrender the comfort of the future?
Saturday, November 6, 2004
11:48AM - Forgot the instructions. I'll have my assistant get them to me stat.
1. Stop talking about politics for a moment or two.
2. Post a reasonably-sized picture in your LJ, NOT under a cut tag, of something pleasant, such as an adorable kitten, or a fluffy white cloud, or a bottle of booze. Something that has NOTHING TO DO WITH POLITICS.
3. Include these instructions, and share the love
Thursday, November 4, 2004
10:49AM - WELL BUTTER ME BEGONIAS. IT'S AN UPDATE.
Hoot hoot!
Hey, so, I figured in these times of great turmoil and trouble, these are the times my LJ deserves an update from yrs. trly.
Hello.
Like more or less everyone in the tattered American left, yesterday I found myself dazed, grieving, and utterly at a loss. What the hell do you? Emigrate, like you've been threatening (promising) lo these many months? Crawl into a ball? Volunteer for the battle-worn but still best-chance DFL? Volunteer for the scapegoated and no-chance Nader progressives? Who? What? How?
Do nothing, surrender entirely to the arts, which are ineffective but the only thing more resonant than Big Bad Men with Big Bad Power?
That last one is so very, very tempting. Especially given my skepticism that there's anything we (by we, I mean we progressives) can do, but I wake this morning resigned, and pleased to be moving on with my life, and certain of the course to take. I listened to Minnesota Public Radio, one of the best and well-funded public radio stations in the country, and realized that this is part of what keeps Minnesota with a liberal majority, in spite of the growing greediness and narrowness of our booming Twin City suburbs. And even if we can't make inroads with those nasty suburbs and those bizarrely xenophobic rural hinterlands, we can stay strong, and batten down, and gather provisions for the long siege to come.
I'll join the local chapter of N.O.W. It seems like people are at their most politically effective when pursuing their self-interest, and I've sure done plenty of griping about how dismayingly trampled is modern feminism. I need to cement myself in a liberal coalition, one that will fiercely defend our gay friends, family, neighbors, coworkers, fellow bus riders, hell, sports aficianados. A liberal coalition that will re-educate people on the logically consistent continuum of racial, religious, and sexually oriented civil rights. A liberal coalition that will drop kick Zell Miller and everyone who thinks we need to hear his words in order to maneuver back the South. YOU HEAR ME, ZELL? THREE POINTS FOR PROGRESSIVES. PUNK.
So. That's what I'm a doing. In case you were wondering.
Wednesday, June 2, 2004
10:34PM - DIE NOW BEAST
My ancient old Beast refused to let me into the interbunny when I hooked it up, so today the baby and I took a jaunt to Puter Renfest and I picked up a SLICK laptop with bigass monitor. So I can sit here typing on my bed while waiting for the sunless tanning lotion to not work on my radioactively white legs.
I'm telling you man. I can direct planes with these suckers.
Last night I had a dream that an imaginary internet friend was snuggling me. OH HO HO HO.
Sigh.
Thursday, May 6, 2004
2:43PM - WELL HELLO.
Hi, my LiveJournal! I'm back! Somewhat.
As a long delayed response to RH's question, what I mostly did to prepare for taking the kitties cross country was fret. The hands were wrung. Then, when I went to Petsmart for other stuff, I found a $30 spray. It apparently worked. The cats traveled with my father, and he said they were surprisingly good. So, it has the Nina Farina stamp of approval, if you find yourself facing down a long road trip with a felinic element.
My neighborhood is unbelievable. A number of new or restored museums, the St. Paul public library, the Grand Old Miss, and some jewel-like little parks, all within a 15-minute walk. Big tall buildings where hopefully I can find work loom just behind the recreational buildings, and yet, amazingly, the blocks in my immediate vicinity are quiet and extremely safe.
And if you're going to move to Minnesota, do it in May. A good five months before The Evilness begins.
So anyway. Hi to all who care! The rest can suck it. They know who they are.
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