The Democratic Socialists of America are throwing a convention this November 9-11, in Atlanta of all places.
I wish I had more money, so that I could go.
I also wish they had better web design, so that I could read about the convention without feeling like I’m reading about a preschool Easter Egg hunt.
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– Got a lot done yesterday, including recording two chapters of Hungry Rats. Also, Jess and I ate Indian food and watched the last episode of Rome. Which makes me sad. No more Rome. Ever again. (Not that I can blame them.
… Read the restThe first batch of comments are better than the actual article. But you’ll have to read the article to make sense of the comments. This was nice.
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June 1995 – June 1996 (Year 18) was one of the most momentous years of my life, but I didn’t realize it as early as September. The whole summer had been swept up in one massive project, the second Flint Youth Theatre production of Trace Titanic which had toured to Minneapolis in early August.
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– On Friday, I continued last week’s trend of not getting anything accomplished, but I did go to the Lit release party that night, where I discovered that Reinhardt is in town visiting. I hung out with Lizzie, Emily, Yvonne, Mac, and Meredith.
… Read the restBy way of explanation.
I’ve only gotten about 10% done this week of what I’ve meant to have accomplished. I’ve been going to sleep at about eleven each night, my big accomplishment I think is watching Rome three times, I stood up friends for a hang-out at least once, and I’m behind in both reading and writing.
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This remeniscence would feel indulgent if it hadn’t been randomly determined and if I haven’t been posting these memory pieces for a couple years now. That is, I didn’t aim for this recollection, nor have I plunged right into it.
At the end of August, I finished up my last class at the University of Chicago.
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Imagine a writer, unnoticed, unrecognized, pushing thirty without a major publishing credit, but who knows that his offhands pack more finesse than most others’ spit-shined epigrams. He sees a dirty limerick contest (a redundancy) with the prize of a T-Shirt, a chance to post on a lit-porn weblog, and publication in a burlesque ezine.
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– It’s just a crappy week, that’s all. But last night the wife and I ate gnocchi and watched Rome, so that was nice.
– ALMANAC SAYS –
If you open a peapod containing a single pea, expect good luck to follow.