2 Blog Posts I Thought About Making Today

what

what

Post-Post Feminism & Philology or Softcore Dictionary— Is shit like this really necessary?

books

Thomas Pynchon Stole My Awesome Fucking Idea — Why is Michael Chabon still so defensive about mixing elements of genre with literary fiction? Who is this imaginary snob army that still gives a fuck about this artificial divide, and why do pieces like this still have to be written? Is Inherent Vice to ~literary detective fiction~ as Kid A is to 90s IDM? Sure, a lot of people are busting nuts cause *omg new Thomas Pynchon*–he could put out a coloring book and the NYRB would write him a sober and thoughtful 30 page rim job–but the people salivating because of his *groundbreaking fusion of lush, serious writing with genre tropes* have had their heads up their asses for more than a decade. Lethem? Price? Atkinson? I don’t even like the guy, but for fuck’s sake Gaiman? If this stuff was ever cutting edge it sure as shit isn’t anymore, and these people have no excuse.

Aren’t you glad I didn’t make either of these blog posts today god who would have wanted to read that

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oh hey i have a blog

Here’s a warp speed rundown of things I might have been blogging about if I had been blogging lately

So that’s that. I might be back with more later. I might not. Probably don’t hold your breath.

Mid-Year Report

Holy shit is 2009 really half over? What a world. What a world.

half.

half.

-Continuous reading
I have a new friend who’s given me a stack of wonderful writing to work through. Some Chinese writers, American Splendor, and hopefully more once I finish those.

-Save 12% of each paycheck
Ongoing. Had to use all of my emergency money to get through the month of June, so I’m starting from zero again, but it’s better that I had the money.

-Track daily spending with a budget

-Daily Zazen
Still not daily. I’m renewing my commitment and adopting some new practices to get me excited about it again, and starting next week I’m gonna head down to the AZC on weeknights I’m available & Saturday mornings.

-Submit sundry stories, new and old, to at least 12 journals
I’ve fallen behind here as I haven’t submitted anywhere since I moved in May, but that’s OK. I’ve started and nearly finished three new stories, and once I’ve lived with them a little longer I’ll start submitting them along with the old stuff. These new things are good, I think. Yeah. They’re good.

-Participate in NaNoWriMo 2009
Still planning on it.

-Reduce car debt to below $3,400
Progress.

Begin substitute teaching
Austin ISD has officially called a hiring freeze for the 09-10 school year. Out of my hands.

-Graduate School

During my last quarterly review I made this big announcement that I’d be reapplying to grad schools this fall, and that no matter the result I’d be leaving Austin for somewhere new next Spring. I jumped up on an upturned crate and shouted to the four winds:

I’m 22! This is the time to make life changing decisions and move across the country and screw it all up and start all over and do it right the third time and come back home in shame or triumph depending on my work ethic and my luck and how much I drink, right? So let’s make it happen.

Since saying that I’ve learned a couple things. Namely–

  1. I don’t need to drink.
  2. I need to write every day.
  3. I need to meditate every day.

Provided I follow these three rules I might have even more success as I hurtle to the conclusion of 2009. Thus far it’s been the most unpredictable year of my life, and I look forward to finding out where it’s gonna go next.

we two, how long we were fool’d

We two, how long we were fool’d
Now transmuted, we swiftly escape as Nature escapes,
We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return,
We become plants, trunks, foliage, roots, bark,
We are bedded in the ground, we are rocks,
We are oaks, we grow in the openings side by side,
We browse, we are two among the wild herds spontaneous as any,
We are two fishes swimming in the sea together,
We are what locust blossoms are, we drop scent around lanes mornings and evenings,
We are also the coarse smut of beasts, vegetables, minerals,
We are two predatory hawks, we soar above and look down,
We are two resplendent suns, we it is who balance ourselves orbic and stellar, we are as two comets,
We prowl fang’d and four-footed in the woods, we spring on prey,
We are two clouds forenoons and afternoons driving overhead,
We are seas mingling, we are two of those cheerful waves rolling over each other and interwetting each other,
We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, pervious, impervious
We are snow, rain, cold, darkness, we are each product and influence of the globe,
We have circled and circled till we have arrived home again, we two,
We have voided all but freedom and all but our own joy.

–Walt Whitman

the center cannot hold

“You look at things falling apart as a blessing because it shows you what you’re holding on to. Things falling apart reveals the possibility of suffering in your life, but it also reveals the opportunity for wisdom. You can’t actually get that when things are going great, or so it’s said .”–Ethan Nichtern