minutes. monday, april 24, 2006.

not much, but still funny.

- "you don't understand, i ate a huge sandwich." - B
- "is the phone ringing??" - a sudden, panicked R
- "that's my favorite thing to do - try to watch a movie and fall asleep." - B
- "sometimes i realize the way i'm sitting is really uncomfortable, but i'm just too lazy to move." - SR
- "it must suck to be an animal in our time." - B

of teeth and david byrne

david byrne who I like so much I almost booked a dental appointment with another human who has the same name, for that reason only (how fun to say, "Oh, I have a 10:30 with David Byrne") has a online journal that rules as much as he does. Check out this entry on Australia.

minutes. monday, april 17, 2006.

minutes in pictures.







and, in case you were questioning it ...

about those biscuits

the art of memoir supervised by yours truly, gets some press with a non-sequitur about Ansonia thrown in. I must tell you that while this class is winding down, I was strong-armed into another session yesterday, which will begin in June. I look forward to regaling you with more second-hand tales about those biscuits, getting caught chewing tobacco, and the blue teapot. Until then, here is this week's writing assignment, boys and girls:

LOVE!
This week, write about love. Even when a lot of time has passed, we can often recall the locations and places where we spent with the object of our affection. Remember the times you shared and the things you did together.

If you are bored with love in your own life, you can write about anyone in your life whose relationship, from your perspective, seemed really magical or special (even baffling!)

On a largely unrelated note, I am very excited about this new reading series at Anchor Bar

minutes. monday, april 10, 2006.

in milford!!

9:27 - "yeah, there's a lot of sediment in this wine." - B
"oh...i thought you said, 'there's a lot of sentiment in his whine.'" - SR

beverly talks of creepy doll photos

9:55 - "i've always had a passion for mr. rogers" - SR

10:16 - "getting ready for some scrabs? ... ew...that's gross." - B
- "wouldn't it be weird if we were just skeletons sitting here?" - B

11:32 - "we hate our carpet, we might as well eat it." - B

12:07 - "jon conine - once again, showing writers' club how it's spelled." - B

minimal minutes. talk of holograms, string theory, almost human dolls. an amazing moment when SR starts to describe a particularly moving episode of this american life, causing beth to jump up saying, "steveross steveross steveross" and having the episode on cd because she had planned a class based on the exact same episode. (we listened to it. it truly was as wonderful as they had built it up to be.) then a game a scrabble and getting whooped by conini.

fin.

HEY!!! i cannot believe i almost forgot this.... there were multi-colored carrots, too!! behold!



oh, and....

solastalgia

Finally the english language delivers my ineloquence a reprieve. Solastalgia is a term coined by Glenn Albrecht to describe the sadness caused by environmental change. Or, "the distress caused by the lived experience of the transformation of one's home and sense of belonging and is experienced through the feeling of desolation about its change." (from Clive Thompson's always awesome collision detection.)More here.

If I don't laugh I'll cry (or start some big fights!)

Okay wedding drama installment no. 17:
Maybe I mentioned this earlier at club or perhaps not. Some people I know are getting married. (They recently planned their wedding then cancelled the plans. I think this decision may be 3% influenced by the fact that I cried aloud to a bridesmaid about the absurdidy of china priced $50 and up. (The only items on the registry.) I think I may have also said, "I don't HAVE to buy that!" to the bridesmaid. Anyway, it has come to light via certain channels that the bride was concerned I might not be properly dressed for this elaborate festival celebrating her non-existent virginity. (Did I just say that? But really, who is a virgin these days?) Mostly she felt this way because she heard through certain channels that the dude in my life and I would be CAMPING on the fancy-pants island where all hotel rooms were like $200+ a night, and riding our bikes to the ceremony. I am, on one hand offended, but now that the event has been limited to family a new and better solution has come to mind.
a campground fashion shoot!
please join me on a weekend in august where I have already booked my campground site. I will be bringing my finery, my pearls, my lipstick, my freaking high heeliest shoes. And I will show the snarks how nice people can look while camping.

questions to ponder while thinking about things that must be done

Everybody knows we didn't have club on Monday. Except maybe our helter-skelter members who check the blog once a month or year, like Sheehan (who we forgot to drunk dial from S.R.'s party) and Tricia, who lives in the North, and Sarah I., who posted once (remember?) and then didn't anymore. And also excpet for our honorary members, who are my favorite kind of members, because they appear every couple of years and roll around on yoga balls, or teach people to play guitar, or concieve of "cockwear." And where is that magical SLS? Back in our region? Climbing Mt. Monadock (total misspelling). Anyway, I used the occasion to move furniture because it is spring and I was sort of tired of my living room. I like the new layout (much more space in the middle of the room to roll about in) but then again I didn't do any writing, and there is a paper to try to write if I want to party this weekend, and there is an article I wanted to write for the newspaper about paperback swap, and then there is crafting, which always seems to lie in this corner of my brain that says, "DO IT NOW!" when there is a chapter about information science to be read. Will Beverly fail her midterm? The world may know tomorrow. Until then, fair and tender comrades, I bid you adieu.