Yes, I did just post something a few days ago. Can you
believe it?
1. writing
While getting my thoughts in order for National Novel
Writing Month—and at many other times of the year, honestly—I wonder why I’m
not writing more. I drift into the writing-ready zone, which means always being
prepared to write down blips of lines from the radio, bolts of inspired thought
from space, and questions that mostly don’t need to be answered. This zone
involves unusual sleeping patterns, bursts of inspiration-driven output, and
waking up suddenly to find I’ve fallen asleep on or under my laptop or
notebook. While in this writing-ready zone, I derive great benefit from tasks
like lawn-mowing and leaf-raking—basically anything that involves hyphenation,
it seems. Dishwashing will do, in a pinch, but it’s low on the list, no matter
what zone I’m in.
this place matters! write it down! take a picture! |
What am I doing? Getting ready. Sharpening up. Flexing.
Opening for inspiration. It’s impossible to know where ideas will come from,
which of those that arrive will take hold, and which of those will grow. So, I take pictures of everything that sparks. My
notebook is full of NPR, the general public, and my literarification [?!] of
normal life. A few from this weekend:
- Tuesdays only? Jeez
Manetti!
- Everyone who used to
love me has a baby now
- The Nutmeg Trial
- I worry about my
clothing/ one gettingdressed at a time
- Silver swan on an
orange Suburban, corner turn to lose a wheel
- “Talk about talking
about nothing,” she said, doing just that.
- They should’ve
trimmed their sails and taken half a loaf// It became a lightning rod for the
tea party
- “Your branzino wasn’t
smiling,” she reminded him gently. She was the kind of vegetarian you would
want to be friends with, although you would occasionally feel a flash of what
another species of vegetarian would undoubtedly press onto you as guilt—as in
the absurdity of ordering a fish to be slaughtered for your consumption, only
for you to complain about the difficulties presented
by its too-many bones in the dimly lit cabaret. She would never point this out
to you, hence your ability to remain friends.
I like this place, this zone. I realize that I have time to
wallow in it because I’m not working, and I certainly have mixed feelings about
that. Still, I’m applying, and I might as well apply myself while I do.
Halloween costumes? |
2. trick-or-treat
Trick-or-treaters came tonight! Although it’s not Halloween,
neighborhoods across America set their official trick-or-treat night for
convenience of scheduling. Tonight we had dozens of kids of all ages ringing
the doorbell between 6 and 8 to claim their candy. Although some wore jackets
on top, all of them had some costume—except one kid, who wore basically a
hoodie and a scary look. What was he? A murderer. Luckily he was just in it for
the candy. I was the official door greeter at our house, so I got to ask “And
who are you tonight?” and encourage them to say “Trick or treat” if they
forgot. Traditions, you know! At several points, kids responded to the question
of who they were by telling me their first name. “And who are you tonight?” “I’m
Logan.” “Um, are you a pirate, Logan?” “Yeah, a pirate.” “Great.” The other
challenge was for those who forgot the key words of the evening. Plenty of kids offered up “Please?”, “Thank
you?”, or even “Go Steelers?” before arriving successfully at “Trick or treat!”
Good times.
3. storm
As I write this, nearly everyone on the east coast of the US
is bracing for Hurricane Sandy to hit and to bring wind, rain, and snow,
followed by power outages, flooding, and all sorts of disruption. The rain
started here tonight, halfway through trick-or-treating (luckily, we managed to
give away almost all of the candy—no one needs to be stuck with extra bags of
chocolate peanut butter candy!). Warnings have been sounded, schools and
government offices have announced closures, public transportation in DC and NYC
are shut down, and people are preparing—buying water, nonperishable food items,
batteries, etc. It’s amazing to live in a place in which information is so
widely available, even as weather is such a fickle force. No doubt the rain
will continue, but hopefully the impact of the rest of the storm will not be as
severe as many fear.
4. surprise
Something to shock and amaze: My friend Baltimore Andrew
(because this is now his name on this site) works with a woman from Ukraine. I
learned this last week and was surprised and excited. Very cool, etc. No, he
didn’t know where she was from, but she spoke Russian, etc. There was a lot of
etc., mostly on my part, perhaps, owing to his impersonation of her. It must be
said that in my experience, Baltimore Andrew generally uses one voice to
represent all women, no matter their age or background. To hear him impersonate
Sophie, though, was truly an experience in loving stereotype, and I realized
that I would need to meet her in person before I had any idea what she actually
sounded like or where she was really from. So! I met her this week, and guess
where she was born. No? Come on, guess! Just one guess. Okay? Yes! She was born
in Lutsk—possibly when it was part of Poland!?—many years ago, and left when she
was very young. More on her story when I have a chance to meet with her again,
but just amazing indeed.
Stay warm and dry!
:)