no spooks for you

and I thought it was going to be fun this year JC made plans with me earlier in the week, promising "lots of beer drinking and candy handing out" and now he doesn't even want beer. We went wine tasting and I ended up buying port, so be ready boys and girls, for some cigars and snifters. Otherwise, I narrowly survived a rattlesnake attack, Tijuana (tho everyone here shortens everything, so that's TJ to you), sharks, and a family with their nanny shopping at Amvets a few days before halloween. All Hallows Eve, I mean. I miss your rustling leaves and kitties, NHWC, see you soon, I changed my flight so I'm back on Thursday morning.

Love,
Beverly

wisdom of questionable origin

senator digger just whispered this to me in my sleep:

"if you intend to walk across a sea of termites, do not wear wooden shoes."

for friday

new assignment write from this man's outfit's POV. Sally mentioned, and I think I concur, that we need to get back in the swing of handing things in earlier, so people have more time with the work. Back to the friday deadline, even if it won't be respected. Not that this applies to me, because I'll be away, but I should still be writing.

minutes. monday. october 10, 2005.

the evening began with a lengthy discussion of souvenir tee-shirts (always a thousand times too big and butt ugly), which turned into a discussion of christmas gifts and how much pain they can cause.

"i find that i create my best sea-walls in the morning," says a stranger to steveross.

"is that a saying? somebody killed the cat?" -SLS
"curiosity did." -SR

brain eno listening has been known to result in fancy syntax.

SR: ...all of the characters having a threesome.
SLS: that will be in the unrated DVD version.
SR: i won't write the play at all, just the extras.

"that's why teenagers are worthless ...they should all be sent to australia or something for that time period" -SR [we are all teen-haters here at NHWC]

"dear miss cat, i think you're tops. love, steve." -SR composing his postcard to misscat.

"jeremy's a jew. he's a tough guy. he does judo." -Beverly
"JEW-do!" -all

"duuuuuuude....i have sexy spit." -SR, after moistening a finger for the purpose of page turning

"those are some crazy pants, beth, i gotta say. i'm favoring them." -SR

"steveross is the cat whisperer." -B

visual to go with comments from prior post

new post (scenes from the apple graveyard)

this is my dream dog

NHWC: I want to write a poem or story called "scenes from the apple graveyard" but I keep freezing up. You want to do it as a faux exquisite corpse exercise here?

write a line in the comments section.

the new yorker

As a subscriber to the new yorker, I would like to take this opportunity to point out that the fiction they publish, in general, sucks. I have read/attempted to read many weeks worth, and must say perhaps one of the the stories struck a chord with me. If we are doing the math, well: new yorker fiction=suck
stephenr fiction=does not suck (therefore) it only makes sense that they didn't take it.

The New Yorker

We regret that we are unable to use the enclosed material. Thank you for giving us the opportunity to consider it.

The Editors

not even a "Dear Stephen," for the love of Jesus H.

the way we were

Searching for the e-mail that has SLS's hours in it, I came upon this fateful excerpt of a February 1 e-mail about the first meeting of club:

Sally, 25-ish (??), went to Hampshire and
Southern, studied English and writing, works as a
teacher, wants--strike that--WILL write the next great
American novel!

Sheehan M, 26-ish (??), went to Emerson, writing
major, makes awesome clothes and works for a non-prof.
Is very funny!

SLS 28-ish (??), went to Smith (I think) & ECA,
unsure of major, but knits and promises to teach me to
knit--woo-hoo!!! Web designer. Works from home
(lucky!)

Beverly Writer (check it! click on my name for the scoop)26-ish (??) from Milford (in the house,
represent), went to ECA and Emerson, just won a
writers contest and had chapbook published, is crafty,
lives in the suburbs, likes to laugh...ya-hoo!

Trixie (28, I am sure of this), works a billion
hours a week, loves dogs, went to Marlboro College,
Emerson College and NEw England School of Photography,
feels like a putz for not writing more.

(Steve R. it is up to you to write your own blurb, latecomer)

all over the place

for the encouragement of productivity please see this list, and follow it.

what?!? I am very worried katie has been abducted by aliens

the promised land a must listen, for sls & former member sarah i, all about fasting with david rakoff.

it's that time again...

nanowrimo.org

Plain Facts About It

October is awesome. Never forget.

facts of club 10/3/05

Not an auspicious beginning for October. When I got there, Sally was sleeping, Siri was hoping to regulate her cycle via grain alcohol tinctures, and I was suffering from a first-quality head cold. We started early, business was completed by 8, Sally went to sleep and Siri and I half-heartedly watched "karate kid." The most exciting part of the evening was perhaps the discussion of golden showers and close encounters at sleeping giant. Otherwise, we were sedate and undrunk. Shows you what happens without our "W", Mr. Steve Ross.

the perversion of the giant squid

Apparently, male giant squid have these totally ginormous penises. "They're nearly as long as their arms, and they possess the intensity "of a fire hose," as the scientists write. The squid evolved these massive members because female giant squid are about 1/3 bigger than the males, and they don't much like being inseminated, so they tend to fight back. The sizeable length allows the male to have sex from a safe distance and get the hell outta Dodge before being eaten alive." All this from collision detection, clive thompson's blog, which I'm always refrencing. Because it rules. As for the foto source, you'll have to read trixie's blog.

When Trixie was in town there was discussion of doing a Sunday Brunch upstate writer's club meeting. Making me hungry, just thinking about it. Oh yeah, the new bookstore in New Haven, labyrinth totally rules. The basement has low-low price art books, photo books, all kinds of goodies. And now that all of nhwc is gainfully employed, well, let's become regulars.

Something I found searching for tricia's cell phone number

Sheehan MC easing our fears about the addition of the now priceless SR when we weren't sure if we wanted a boy in club:

Steve Ross is...well he is originally from Branford,
CT a dear friend of Matt Kelsey's (Tricia's roomie) he
used to go to Southern CT Univ., worked at Franks
Flowers or Gloria's I forget which, for many years and
recently is looking for a job, Sarah Fergiewacks knows
him too. He's a cool person. Like MegaTron cool. ha.

I said this already to furg, but the neww bookstore on york street is having a grand opening today (saturday)at 4;30-7 I think. It looks really sweet and there will be free wine. I still don't have trish's phone numbah though. Could not find it in the mess of old hotmail messages. She is in town. WOo-hoo, prodigal daughter.

otherwise, transcendental meditation seems to be the answer according to david lynch. And, if if you can't make it to the rudy's show come to the afterparty at bard's house. he lives right next to modern pizza. call for directions at that late late hour.