I’m not great with quotes. The problem is one of memory: perhaps I’ll go Memento on the problem and tattoo them onto my legs – elsewhere is occupied and I can’t read my back. I don’t remember quotes but give me a commercial, and I’m golden. The addition of music fixes much. I’m going to go a little “walk to school uphill both ways in … Continue reading I love a good list.
I love Buffy, the Vampire Slayer. I was a fan of both the show and the main character, especially the latter’s fashion choices and fighting skills. I even loved her first incarnation as a campy dilettante. My affection is coloured these days, what with Kristy Swanson and Josh Whedon being lost to the dark side, but perfection in people is never a possibility. Some of … Continue reading Evolution is on the daily: don’t get hidebound.
The week starts on Monday, and the new year starts on September 1. These are my truths, but they’re not everyone’s truths. They’re not even my wall calendar’s truth – I like those to start on Sunday. The Sunday-column-first is the calendar I grew up with and that kind of patterning is hard to change, especially when there’s no real need. It’s not as though … Continue reading The perfect week starts on Monday and rolls easy – an off-the-cuff joint.
Once upon a time, I believed I was a writer-savant. I came to that belief during my school years, and the feelings solidified during my all-lower-case university days. In my defense, I tend to do well with scholastic writing, mark-wise, so it wasn’t an unreasonable assumption. I did edit my academic works, a habit I excluded from my personal writing as unnecessary, what with all … Continue reading An adverb is (not always) a beautiful thing – an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast 