misc. stuff and an original poem
I'll start with the other stuff:
1) The Plan - I'm still going to the gym. Been riding the stationary bike and watching Angel S3 DVDs while I ride. Sure makes exercise more enjoyable. ;)
2) The knees - feeling better. I have my first PT appt. this afternoon.
3) Writing - I've been working on my Spander Inquisition piece, due Saturday. I'm going to need a quick beta (probably tomorrow), anyone intersted? I'm looking for some serious feedback on the story itself (pacing, dialogue, etc.) -- grammar, spelling, and mechanics are taken care of.
4) Carpool - it's been me and crazy lady yesterday and today. Used to be cool chick (she's getting on my nerves lately, too) is moving -- she and fiance from hell bought a house yesterday and are moving today. Anyway... crazy lady cracked me up last night. She was tapping her foot to the David Bowie CD I was playing. Then when it ended and I put in Bob Dylan she sat listening for a while. I kept thinking she was going to ask me to turn it down because the harmonica can be a bit painful (and she makes me turn down the weather sometimes because it hurts her ears!!). But she just turned to me and said, "Who is this?" "Bob Dylan," I replied while thinking, I dare you to say something, bitch. Bob's my man! "I thought it might be. His music's got these amazing words, but his voice is just ... not very good." I just drove into the median trying not to laugh. "Yep," was my only response. :)
5) My birthday - I made a post on 4/23 about my birthday lunch and the amazing gift that a couple of my covenmates made me. I meant to friends lock it and instead made it private. I've gone back and changed the setting. If you want to see what those crafty people did with one of my poems - there's a photo there.
6) Poetry - I've been looking at a crap poem I wrote a while back. I started this piece called "Scartography" over a month ago. I went back and looked at it yesterday, made some changes. I had all these thesaurus pages I'd copied as I was brainstorming this metaphor of mapping and geography. As I looked at them and the poem, I realized that what I really have are little pieces of a series of poems, the complete volume being Scartography. So now I'm working on breaking sections down, reorganizing, rethinking, expanding, punctuating, de-punctuating. It's enough to drive a girl back to working on ficathon pieces. *g*
Anyway... here is what is currently passing as the first poem in the series (further revisions are sure to come).
I
hands small strong
fingers nimble mouth
open wanting
mapping lines committing
flesh to memory tracing
topography tasting hills and
dales and the salt of my sea
one touch knowing
everything experienced
though you were not the(m)re
When I typed this from my notes there were more words and there was punctuation and I just started cutting and changing and this was left. The meaning felt bare, but the words looked overloaded, so I pared it down. But now I can't tell if it works. Any thoughts?
7) Finally, any fabulous icon maker want to make me an icon for my poetry? (I'll write you a thank you poem.) I don't know what I want, I just know I want something. I think it should be kinda sparse if that makes sense, sparse and somehow both dark and bright. Perhaps b&w or monotone? Maybe a bit abstract (or not). Perhaps something with a Japanese feel, since I love haiku. And now that I've been so difficult, I'm thinking no one's going to jump at this. Oh well.
1) The Plan - I'm still going to the gym. Been riding the stationary bike and watching Angel S3 DVDs while I ride. Sure makes exercise more enjoyable. ;)
2) The knees - feeling better. I have my first PT appt. this afternoon.
3) Writing - I've been working on my Spander Inquisition piece, due Saturday. I'm going to need a quick beta (probably tomorrow), anyone intersted? I'm looking for some serious feedback on the story itself (pacing, dialogue, etc.) -- grammar, spelling, and mechanics are taken care of.
4) Carpool - it's been me and crazy lady yesterday and today. Used to be cool chick (she's getting on my nerves lately, too) is moving -- she and fiance from hell bought a house yesterday and are moving today. Anyway... crazy lady cracked me up last night. She was tapping her foot to the David Bowie CD I was playing. Then when it ended and I put in Bob Dylan she sat listening for a while. I kept thinking she was going to ask me to turn it down because the harmonica can be a bit painful (and she makes me turn down the weather sometimes because it hurts her ears!!). But she just turned to me and said, "Who is this?" "Bob Dylan," I replied while thinking, I dare you to say something, bitch. Bob's my man! "I thought it might be. His music's got these amazing words, but his voice is just ... not very good." I just drove into the median trying not to laugh. "Yep," was my only response. :)
5) My birthday - I made a post on 4/23 about my birthday lunch and the amazing gift that a couple of my covenmates made me. I meant to friends lock it and instead made it private. I've gone back and changed the setting. If you want to see what those crafty people did with one of my poems - there's a photo there.
6) Poetry - I've been looking at a crap poem I wrote a while back. I started this piece called "Scartography" over a month ago. I went back and looked at it yesterday, made some changes. I had all these thesaurus pages I'd copied as I was brainstorming this metaphor of mapping and geography. As I looked at them and the poem, I realized that what I really have are little pieces of a series of poems, the complete volume being Scartography. So now I'm working on breaking sections down, reorganizing, rethinking, expanding, punctuating, de-punctuating. It's enough to drive a girl back to working on ficathon pieces. *g*
Anyway... here is what is currently passing as the first poem in the series (further revisions are sure to come).
I
hands small strong
fingers nimble mouth
open wanting
mapping lines committing
flesh to memory tracing
topography tasting hills and
dales and the salt of my sea
one touch knowing
everything experienced
though you were not the(m)re
When I typed this from my notes there were more words and there was punctuation and I just started cutting and changing and this was left. The meaning felt bare, but the words looked overloaded, so I pared it down. But now I can't tell if it works. Any thoughts?
7) Finally, any fabulous icon maker want to make me an icon for my poetry? (I'll write you a thank you poem.) I don't know what I want, I just know I want something. I think it should be kinda sparse if that makes sense, sparse and somehow both dark and bright. Perhaps b&w or monotone? Maybe a bit abstract (or not). Perhaps something with a Japanese feel, since I love haiku. And now that I've been so difficult, I'm thinking no one's going to jump at this. Oh well.