Dinner Sans Mom
2004 - 2009
This Saturday I'll be participating on the Online Publishing Panel at the Writing by Degrees conference in Binghamton, NY.
Shy Green Fields, by Hugh Behm-Steinberg
No Tell gets a little pat on the rump from Stephen Burt at Harriet today.
For example, No Tell Motel, where the poet of the week is Janaka Stucky, of whom I had never heard before. The No Tell folks seem to like poets with humor or sex-- ideally, both-- who write fast-moving, too-fast-to-be-narrative, free verse. There are many more poets in the archives, many of them at least somewhat talented, I'd say-- most of them at least entertaining or witty-- a few of them potentially very popular (not necessarily the ones I like!)-- and very few of them already well-known. Skip through it one day. You're going to find something you like.
Labels: no tell motel
Been worked up all day after dealing with an assholey poet this morning. I won't go into it, but this person touched a number of raw nerves and it took a lot of deep breaths not to freak on his/her pompous, self-absorbed, inconsiderate, passive-aggressive insulting ass. If you were one of the few people who received an e-mail from me today, you probably got a taste of my freakiness. Oh woe for friends of Reb!
Burlesque photos will be up later this afternoon -- the server the pictures are stored on is being moved to Baltimore today.
The Myth of the Simple Machines, by Laurel Snyder
There's some big news going on in my family, but I'm not allowed to blog about it. All I can say is that it kind of looks like boogar, but sounds more like noodle and now I live in a House of Pun, mostly by my own mouth.
Well, that's the joke as we go through book proofs.
Didn't care for my last haircut by my not-usual stylist. It was too wispy, trendy -- she cut a bunch really short layers and I had something like wings around my ears -- a touch Farrah. It wasn't a bad cut, it just wasn't what I wanted and it's mostly my fault for not better articulating.
I'm taking a break from going through print proofs (four different titles) to write about manuscript submissions. Many folks have inquired if I would consider their manuscript for publication. On a slow week I receive 1 inquiry, on a busier week 2 or 3 -- this has been the case since last year after the first four No Tell titles were published. Add that up, that's about 100 inquiries. So if you recently asked me, don't consider this a specific response to your asking, I've wanted to write about this for months -- and I anticipate even more requests once the latest books come out. This is to be expected and I'm sure the case for most poetry presses.
Women of the Web Wide Poetry World
What Name Should I Give Tender Button's Fiance?
As I mentioned, TB is getting married next year. She finally found somebody to love her. Yayy!!! *Plus* she has her career. What a coup!
Labels: happy day
Chris spoke to the Dare County Clerk of the Courts today. The charges filed against the guy who tried to run him over with a minivan: Assault with a Deadly Weapon.
Tonight Gideon barfed for the first time (excluding what we in the mommy biz call baby spit-up, not quite the same thing). I always imagined he'd barf on me, but no. He woke with a fever. While I went to get the thermometer he blew and Chris caught it all with his hand. I'm sure I'll have plenty of opportunities in the future to play spew catcher, but I'll never get the chance to be the first. I'm a little sad.
Labels: barf is poetry
Back to the old grind and already dripping in snot. Not mine, Gideon's. He woke up with a cold. He knows how to use a tissue, but sometimes it's too tempting not to rub his slimey face all over me -- I'm irresistible like that.
In the Fall 2007 issue of Bitch Magazine:
RE: yesterday's post. It was a road rage/douchebag thing. Some people don't realize (or don't care) that bicycles have a legal right to be on the road. Some people become furious that they might have to slow down for a minute until there's a safe opportunity to pass. In this particular case, a 24 year old had a very important meeting with the beach a few yards ahead and felt the need to scream obscenities out his window while intentionally forcing Chris into traffic multiple times.
Some guy in a minivan intentionally tried to hit Chris while he was cycling this morning. Chris pressed charges with the magistrate so there's a court date in October that he has come down and testify at. Do I hear another OBX family vacation in the works? Wait until we tell Gideon the good news.