listening to: "starfishin'" - amy correia
Well, to be honest, I accidentally slept until an obscene hour this afternoon. I don't even want to tell you. I feel much shame. Oh okay. 3:30. I woke up at 3:30. And I tell you what, I was shocked. Just shocked. I mean, I got up to let the dog out at 8, but then I went back to bed. FOREVER. No seriously. 3:30 is just ridiculous. And guess what? I decided right then to just say, fuck it. The day is gone anyway. I'm just going to make it worse. So I drank a bottle of $3 Chuck Shiraz and cleaned house. And finished season 2 of Weeds. And then I met the fella to see Hancock. And then came home. And stuff. And now it's 1:30 in the morning and I have to open in 3 hours so I'm just going to stay up, I think. I mean, I tried to sleep. I tried for a good 45 minutes. But I couldn't; I just got twitchy. So I'm up, I think, for the duration. I've been playing with my camera a little, but I'm pretty sure my computer reacts to the camera the same way it'd react to porn. Very slowly, and very easily overheated. So it might just take this ol' thing 3 hours to edit these 26 photos. Blah. Preview? Yes.
1 comments:
Interesting pics. I note in your poetry blog a reference to annie Dillard. I had several friends study in the grad writing program at Hollins College outside of Roanoke, VA, in the 70s. One of them, my old friend Gary, sent me an article about Richard Dillard just this morning. Richard ran the program there for 36 years and of course met Annie and married her in the early 70s. That marriage failed, but she wrote Pilgrim at Tinker's Creek while she lived there. Tinker Creek being the creek that runs through campus. Gary has spent some time in the kitchen that Pilgrim was written in at the time. These people were also friends with Carolyn Forche about the time she won the yale younger poets and published the Country Between Us (if you haven't read it you should). Anyway Pilgrim was big in my group at that time because she mentions Knoepfle (quotes him, actually) in the body of the work and the book won a pulitzer, so Knoepf was happy to be in there. Of course Knoepfle betrayed me utterly in the late 1980s, but that is another tale. I just thought you might be interested in this peripheral Annie Dillard stuff. After she won the pulitzer she took the money, left Richard, and headed out to the west coast.
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