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I've become a book-hermit. I can't help it. I'm mesmerized.
Amy Tan writes about women being silenced, then finding their voices. It invariably leads to stories about women writers.
Anthony Keidis (in an autobiography I am sure was ghostwritten, and is one of my most indulgent reads in recent years) talks about songwriting and rehab therapy to unravel his destructive behaviors and deal with loss in life.
Reading these perspectives makes me so restless to write. I don't know why I can't sit down and do it! I've been looking forward to this break all semester so I could have the time... And it's just not happening.
But I am channeling the creativity; today I discovered that Wegman's on Woodbridge Center Drive sells delightful Nan, so I broke out my spices from the Milwaukee Public Market and made my version of Indian food. Which is decent at best, but still. When my family walked through the kitchen they said it smelled delicious, and I told them it was a vegetarian dish made with curry. Bam!
I was driving around today and realized there is NO new music in my CD case. I've been busting out some high school jamz, which were already 10+ years old in 2004. So I picked up the new Amy Winehouse CD, you know, new artists that sound like old ones. Baby steps.
I dig her. Is that lame?
Amy Tan writes about women being silenced, then finding their voices. It invariably leads to stories about women writers.
Anthony Keidis (in an autobiography I am sure was ghostwritten, and is one of my most indulgent reads in recent years) talks about songwriting and rehab therapy to unravel his destructive behaviors and deal with loss in life.
Reading these perspectives makes me so restless to write. I don't know why I can't sit down and do it! I've been looking forward to this break all semester so I could have the time... And it's just not happening.
But I am channeling the creativity; today I discovered that Wegman's on Woodbridge Center Drive sells delightful Nan, so I broke out my spices from the Milwaukee Public Market and made my version of Indian food. Which is decent at best, but still. When my family walked through the kitchen they said it smelled delicious, and I told them it was a vegetarian dish made with curry. Bam!
I was driving around today and realized there is NO new music in my CD case. I've been busting out some high school jamz, which were already 10+ years old in 2004. So I picked up the new Amy Winehouse CD, you know, new artists that sound like old ones. Baby steps.
I dig her. Is that lame?