transmissions from satellite

trial:
attempt to buy nothing for an entire month, barring foodstuffs for your belly.

trail:
attempt letterboxing every weekend for a month, even when it is so cold out your face wants to fall off.

trial:
make a thing every day. even when you are sleepy and want to crawl into bed and never face the world again.

trail:
rent a pony once a week and ride it.

dreams

Last evening I achieved the best and most complete night sleep I've had all week. I was in Switzerland, on a ski vacation. Jon had forgotten his passport (I spoke to him in the united states) and yet arrived some time later, having gotten a waiver or hall pass of some sort that got him across the border. When I woke up to travel to work, I did not want to leave the parades and fine cheeses of sweitz. So club, what have you been dreaming about? Will you join me saturday night for goonies at criterion? Can we move club to sunday night on march 12, instead of monday the 13th?

All these things I ask of you, dear friends, as I procrastinate reading my homework for tonight's class, as I think of how foolish it was to cancel club last weekend. My co-workers are aquiring pastry, and I sit here thrilled with the excitment of my de-trojaned computer. Beverly shall return to the posting excitment she once achieved! The sun will shine. The winds will blow, and I hope you will write a small bit about a recent dream, my one, my only NHWC.

unphotographable.

on this fellow's website he describes photos that he wasn't actually able to take. doesn't this happen to you all the time? what a good way to deal with such frustration.

beth's a slave driver.

"a directory of wonderful things"

minutes. monday, february 13, 2006.

everyone is cranky. no one has written.

9:00 - "i'm gonna be a mechanic of my own body, too." -classic SLS

10:16 - "just pick an apple! life has fuckin' bruises, you know." -beth to siri, who has been examining each apple and returning it to the bag. after this outburst, siri ends up with a bum apple.

10:18 - "it sags beneath your teeth when you bite it." -siri, about the aforementioned bum apple
"like an old woman's anus." -beth (then says she meant buttocks)

club deteriorates into balderdash, justification: it's still writing.

11:05 - "yo! that spectre's feezin' me out!" -SR

11:17 - "we can get weiner stuffed animals." -siri, followed by a collective groan of disgust. "stuffed penis." -SR(?)

11:25 - "i used to have a really weird relationship with nico in high school." -SR

11:27 - "are you giggleplexing over there?" -beth, to a giggling siri

11:34 - "we only know each other under the pretences of alcohol..." -SR, after not remembering "sexual diapers." neither did beth. or so they claim.

11:38 - "ustulate" inspires nasty sunburn stories

minutes pour lundi, 6 fevriere 2006.

8:46 - "i love it when people call somebody a brother." -beth

8:51 - "i'm imagining steveross as a foetus inside a teddy bear." - SR

9:57 - "i think i fell in love with dean at that moment" -SR

10:01 - punxatawny phil - a weird man-child that lives underground. siri thinks he's a good metaphor for our species. "we won't last long as punxatawny phil." -beth

10:04 - "again, strong ending. it's like a good dismount. you stuck it." -siri, to beth

10:06 - "passion for mustard - that's commendable." -beth

10:08 - "i am an inta-grrl." -SR

10:22 - "your mind makes me shit." -SR's comment to SLS after reading her story

10:28 - "first place ... in failure to perform." -beth, to sarah

10:32 - "i could write gross stories and steve could illustrate them." -siri

11:05 - "there's something about the phrase jammin' out - it just curdles my milk." -siri

11:10 - "that's a very early commitment to marijuana...but i'm there." -[i'll let this one be anonymous. you know how high the government's interest in the NHWC blog is...]

11:29 - "lola's a pothead. she's f-in' stoned."

11:34 - sarah realizes she has visceral reactions to tom robbins/jitterbug perfume.

11:36 - philosophical discussion of "catcher in the rye"

very soon we will be able to see the actual page, repleat with the insane doodles of mr. ross.

["club after hours" produces "sexual diapers" - siri and sarah's band where they only play bongos and sing about sex.]

Crips and Bloods Ain't Got Nothin'

There are few things in life that one can love like their writing club, especially if it involves Lakshmi, Beverly, and Urf (and our acolytes, REK, Miller, and the enigmatic and disappearing Lafe). I am beholden to and admiring of my compatriots, my comrades at arms.

I'm always happy when I go to bed on Mondays. Thanks guys.

ou est le occasionnes?

Je ne comprend pas le absence de postings. Ou est le minutes, Mademoiselle Furgulack? Les ammies de la N. H. W. C. demande le minutes,

images of stephen peter

Bonne Soir, le juenne fille,

Mademoiselle Beverly

offensive muslim cartoons

guys, per our conversation, here's a page with the cartoons in question

enjoy!

cool exquisite corpse-esque sites

these must certainly have been fabricated by the gods of writer's block:

oneword.com

poetc.com

onecaption.com

On Writing Well

"Francis Conversations with Writers and Editors"
Thu Feb 2 2006 7:30 PM
Anne Fadiman, the Francis Writer in Residence, will introduce the speaker.
Location: Common room
BR (Branford College)
74 High St.
Speaker: William Zinsser, author, "On Writing Well," will read from his works
Open to: General Public
Admission: Free
Wheelchair Accessible