. . . . . entries for 29.4.03 . . . . .
The world. . . needs to calm down today. It needs to shut up and sit still. I don't know why. But it does.
BLEARG.
. . . . . entries for 22.4.03 . . . . .
Oh yeah. And I'm back. Apparently no one missed me because no one commented on my blog saying so. o.O
The visit was rather uneventful and it may be the last egg-hunting quest we have. Ever. Which saddens me, because what's the point of it all if it doesn't involve that? We'll just sleep 'til noon and wake up to eat Easter dinner, maybe watch a movie, then go home. And THAT'S no fun now, is it?
Well, alright, it wasn't entirely uneventful but I feel entirely too lazy to post why it wasn't. So. If you want to know, ask, and I'll tell people.
I tried salad. YEEEEECH. I could stand it, I think, if it wasn't so greasy and floppy and oily. Fresh green stuff I can take. But oily green stuff is so strange. The anchovies didn't help either. Or the mandarin oranges. They just didn't *taste* right. Not in the context of everything else anyway.
Oh well. . . now no one can say I didn't try.
ah yes. . . when you and your peers are not old and sophisticated enough to make anything out of the comment "maybe I shall join the republican party, after all" what do you do to get them to stop just *reading* your blog and start commenting again!?
. . . . . entries for 19.4.03 . . . . .
Oh yeah! I almost forgot. A crazy British publishing company wants to put one of my poems into print over there. o.O Mad, isn't it? I was reading Cassie's blog and her talking about becoming an aesthetics professor reminded me of it. Okay. So here's the letter they sent me.
Noble House Paris
Centre MBE
2 Bis Avenue Durante
06000 Nice
France
Noble House New York
Empire State Building
Suite 3304-19Q
New York, NY 10118
Office of the Publisher
Poetry Division
London, U.K.
15 April, 2003
Dear Erin,
As you may know, Noble House is one of the world’s foremost publishers
of fiction and nonfiction works by new and established authors. Our poetry
division in the U.K. has had the honour of publishing the poetry of more
than 800 poets over the past twelve years.
Recently I had the pleasure of reading the poetry that you have
had published in the United States. I congratulate you on this grand endeavour,
and propose to you that your singular talent and vision deserves appropriate recognition
in Europe as well.
For this reason, I have posted this letter to request your permission
to include one of your favourite poems in
Theatre of the Mind
- a new poetry edition that is being published in the U.K. by Noble House and slated for
worldwide distribution, a collection of poetry that is perhaps
unlike any you have ever seen, one where each poem is
featured on its own page, and one whose quality is reminiscent of the
finest 19th century antique poetry books.
Hearken back, if you will, to the days of Emily Dickinson, Alfred Lord Tennyson,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning and William Wordsworth, the age of grand
bookmaking. Poetry editions were some of the most highly prized volumes because of
their intimate attention to detail, quality typography, fine ivory laid paper,
and colourful ornate covers. Erin, for this Edition, we've returned to the traditional size,
style, and quality of these classic 19th century antique poetry books.
Scheduled for release in early Summer 2003,
Theatre of the Mind
will surely become one of your most treasured keepsakes. Your publication in this
edition will establish you as an international author and afford you the respect
and admiration attendant to such an honour. International Copyright notice for your poetic artistry will, of course, be
in your name, assuring that you will retain worldwide rights to your work of art.
Best of all, should you decide to obtain a copy of the edition for your personal
library, or as a wonderful personalised gift (you are, naturally, under no obligation
to purchase a copy, notwithstanding the publication of your work in this edition), as
you proudly turn its pages you’ll find it one of the best values on the book market
today. At only £28.95 (U.S. $45.55) for a hardbound, 225-page edition printed in two colours on
ivory laid vellum, with a highly detailed, finely crafted, ornate cover, and a single
poem to a page, this Edition promises to exceed your expectations, and will enjoy pride of place in your home. In fact, its
quality is guaranteed. If for any reason you are dissatisfied, your money will be completely refunded in U.S.
dollars with proper dispatch.
Erin, you may also wish to consider giving the public some insight about you
and your artistry for this poetic showcase . perhaps the meaning behind your poem,
or your own philosophical perspective. Because an entire page in the book is
devoted to honouring your poetry, we can feature this additional material about you and your poetry on the recto
leaf opposite your poem (you will thus have two full pages devoted to you and your artistry).
Erin, may we have permission to publish your work in the United Kingdom? Regardless of
whether you purchase a copy or not, the international public deserves to see more
of your artistic talent. You may
submit your poem
and biographical information,
and give us permission all within the confines of the next page. And if you are inclined to order a copy of
Theatre of the Mind,
you may also do so at the same time.
Sincerely,
Nigel Hillary
Publisher,
Poetry Division
Noble House U.K.
+
P.S.: For poets who may wish to obtain supplementary copies for gift-giving, to display, or for merchandising, special case pack discounts are available. Please consult the submission and order form for further details.
Please proceed to next page to submit your poem
If you no longer wish to receive material from us, please click here, or go to http://www.noblehousepublishers.co.uk/totm/optout.asp.
Strange, ain't it? . . . hoom.
:) ::sings, terribly, to the tune of an olde Pokémon song:: I'm on the rooooo-ooad! to Lexington, Mass! Oh yeah!
(And then New York City. This calls for batteries and new headphones. :P)
So yeah. Leaving soonish, haven't packed a damned thing and not sure what I should pack. :P Shampoo. Shampoo, because if I do not groom I shall die of oiliness and self-repulsion.
Is there one genre of music you can sing really well? Just one? Does it make no sense given your heritage and your ordinary music preferences? Hmph. . . I can sing swing and jazz and blues and all of those crazy swung-eighth-note thingies. I have the voice for it. But everything else I either sound like a five-year-old, a screech owl or just someone with a mediocre voice.
::marches off into the sunset:: I'm on the road! . . . to Lexington, Mass. . .
. . . . . entries for 17.4.03 . . . . .
"I feel all warm and fuzzy. Er. I mean the scarf part, not the not-breathing part." ~E2
^.^ I have reached more plot in Chrono Cross. This makes me happy. It does not make me happy that, now that I know Kid's whereabouts, I am completely powerless to wake her up. :P I shall shortly look up how, exactly, to do this and furthermore how the hell to get to Terra Tower.
Erin has a birthday list sort-of compiled already.
1) Something ridiculously oversized and fluffy to hug.
2) Pokémon Ruby or Sapphire ("It may be rehash, but it's FUN rehash")
3) Xenosaga
4) Final Fantasy Origins
5) Contacts
6) Dark Cloud 2
Whee. . . so yeah. That's all I've come up with so far, but I think it's a pretty ambitious list as it is.
The units have been wanting to get me a new computer to shut up my complaints for a few weeks. I've been too lazy to set one up, though, so therefore we do not have a new computer.
And what the hell is up with the weather!? It's varied 60 friggin' degrees within 48 hours! O.o
. . . . . entries for 13.4.03 . . . . .
Livid Phoenix: I was talking to the units.
DeathByMonkies88: Ah. ^>^
DeathByMonkies88: ^.^*
Livid Phoenix: it's gonna be three hours 'til they get home, seyz they. ^.^
DeathByMonkies88: Never mind then.
DeathByMonkies88: Oh dear.
DeathByMonkies88: I suppose that means they WON'T be yelling at you to get off the computer for three hours.
Livid Phoenix: so. . . Erin is in a creepy empty house. ^.^()
DeathByMonkies88: What a crime. ;)
Livid Phoenix: what a damned shame indeed. ^.^
DeathByMonkies88: Aaaw. Billy will keep her company. Virtually. ^.^
Livid Phoenix: mm, whatever will I do?
Livid Phoenix: three *hours. . .*
Livid Phoenix: my my. . .
DeathByMonkies88: Hmmm.
DeathByMonkies88: I don't know.
DeathByMonkies88: What CAN you possibly do?
DeathByMonkies88: Because, you know, it's obvious that you can't talk to me, because that would be. . .
DeathByMonkies88: Um. . .
DeathByMonkies88: Gimmie a sec, i'll think of something. ^.^
Livid Phoenix: that would be simply *improper,* near *incestuous* for a sister to speak to a brother in such late hours. . .
DeathByMonkies88: Yes, yes, yes. . .
DeathByMonkies88: I suppose I must go, then, to preserve thy purity!
Livid Phoenix: oh damn. ^.^ and I looked forward to three hours of incest, too.
What happened after that? *I* don't know. ^.^ Use your imagination. MWAHAHAHAAAA!
Oh yes - and one can never forget the German poem.
Hey, don't laugh. I liked that poem. Unfortunately it lives in my notebook which currently lives in Mr. Adamo's room. . .
Whee! Mr. Adamo, get ready to read a poem which is fourteen pages long typed! ^.^
No. I didn't write it. I'm doing an analysis on it. It's Goblin Market by Christina Rosetti. He probably does not approve of me doing an analysis on it. Well. Ain't that TOO DAMNED BAD. :P
I am also analyzing Poet as Mathematician by Lillian Morrison, Jabberwocky by Lewis Carol, and Burning Love Letters by Howard Moss. ^.^
And I'm putting in lots of my own stuff. The stuff I wrote for class this year (one of those being something I actually wrote last summer, teehee) and some other stuff from last summer and freestyle just lately. Wheeeee! I miss writing-intensive poetry units. I like writing poetry, but reading it gets under my skin after a while. ^.^()
. . . . . entries for 10.4.03 . . . . .
No. It was just Billy's mom's firewall or something.
::glares at Billy's mom:: . . . how could you ever put up with something that censors that stuff? ^.^()
No. AIM and AOL are CENSORING things. What's going wrong with this world!?
I would copy the conversation up, but it's very obscene, so. ^.^() What a loss! ::snickers::
To one Nicole Bieber, if she should read my blog while this exists upon it, which she may well do:
I'm aware that occasionally I act weirdly, or even insultingly, towards other people. I like to think I have good reasons for my actions. (Most of the time.) All people make mistakes, though, s'like. I'm sorry if I offended you ever and I know this took me a while to post but it took me a while to get off of my high horse. ^.^() Sorry if I ever made you mad.
And also, I'd like to say that we seem to be similarly annoying people in a few ways (since we both seem to be intelligent and perhaps academically obsessed individuals who're overly self-righteous, me moreso than you on that last one) and I'm sincere in my apology. ^.^() I must annoy you just as you annoy me.
And I give you permission to step on my foot repeatedly the next time you see me. ^.^
. . . . . entries for 7.4.03 . . . . .
My parody poems:
so much depends upon
a pink parasol
feathered with silver dust
cast aside in the closet.
I have taken
your heart
foolishly worn upon
your sleeve
and which
you no doubt intended
to keep
for your beloved at home
I do not apologize
for it was delicious
dripping with the nectar
of temptation
and lastly,
As the vine
twisted around
the eaves of
the roof
first her
blossoms
gently
then the leaves
meandered through
into the tunnel of
the damp drainpipe
. . . . . entries for 5.4.03 . . . . .
Goddamned POWER OUTAGES! Gyah!
. . . . . entries for 4.4.03 . . . . .
Blearg! Alright, well, this has been a funny sort of week. First of all, I was out of school on Wednesday with a cold. I have not had a cold in a very long time and I tell ye. 'Twas no fun. And, at the end of that gloriously dull day, I went to the vet. My cat is a mess. He could have thyroid problems and/or cancer. It makes me sad. I love my cat. My cat is that wonderful sort of cat that doesn't kill things, just sits by where he knows things are (a chipmunk's hole for example) and sits, regally, watching it. He's not supposed to be sick. :P
So yeah, yesterday I was still sick but I went to school anyway 'cause I hate missing school. I had four math worksheets to do for homework. I did them all but I didn't really do my German project to the extent I should have. I woke up today. The power was out from the ice storm. It was a little before six. We called Shannon, who was in the shower so she didn't answer. Then we called Alicia's family to ask what was up with school. Turns out it was cancelled. Shannon then called back and I chatted her about nothing much for a little while. Then I read Lovely Bones for an hour or something with a flashlight, then I went back to half-sleep 'til noonish.
And now? I'm still going to see Spirited Away, though we're catching an earlier show than we had planned. My godfather (Uncle Eggy) rocks. :)
I'm listening to Queen. This is one of my favorite songs on this CD. I don't know if this is the title, but it seems like the title *ought* to be Slightly Mad. The background music reminds me very much of FFIX's You're Not Alone somehow. Only less inspirational and more happy-minor-ish, well. . . slight madness. Happy minor is my *favorite* type of music. Which is weird. Happy minor is not a technical term, nor is it any sort of in-the-know phrase. I just made it up. But it's that kind of minor that's like demonic leprochauns as opposed to a dark, evil invisible force eating things.
No. I'm not making much sense, am I? Oh well.
come home?
.:people:.
{ting}
she looks like the real thing
{mari}
out and about
[kelsey]
THIS IS AMERICA
{yianni}
stop being depressed
{alisa}
other
[shannon]
close and far
{frank}
islands where no islands should go
[cassie]
eating knowledge
{colin}
my dm
[emily]
shoulder to the wheel
[brian]
nostalgic for fantasy
[nicole]
industry insider
{elle}
angry enviro
[matt]
never heard of miyazaki
[pirate dan]
are you reading this?
[olga]
distracted
[messiah dan]
messiah/believer
{max}
approach focus
[natalie]
wait a minute
[susan]
solitude
{greg}
manbeargreg
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turtles! turtles! by araglas
(heavily modified by yours truly)