archives for Thursday 11 January 2007
new year’s blogolutions
Thursday 11 January 2007 | I like a cookie
1. No more backblogging! If we don’t write for two weeks and then suddenly up and post five times a day, so be it—no more posting backward, hoping you accidentally stumble upon the entries, and then pretending we were blogging every day. Which really fools no one. 2. We will never, ever link to a [...]
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a pinprick of surcease
Thursday 11 January 2007 | I like a cookie
In the middle of my morosely-chocolate-gnawing paralysis, a tiny squinched petty breath of relief, because I don’t personally know any of the poets on the NEA list. There’s sadness, too, because none of the awesome people whose work I do know and love got funded either. But at least there’s no one to make me [...]
hyperventilating (scroll to end)
Thursday 11 January 2007 | I like a cookie
Though I lay sleepless in bed last night composing a terribly witty and emotionally rich blogpost in my head, this morning it has all evaporated and I find nothing in my crenellated crevices but some dust-bunny lint and a new wallpaper pattern. (Okay, it was a bit much.) From Mandarin, however, we have the following, [...]
