"We've lost the plot and we just can't choose. "

I don't know how time gets away from me sometimes but it does and I logged on to the dashboard, on accident, and saw that it has been 12 days since my last posting which is reprehensible.

So the move-in is nearly complete. Well, the move-in is nearly complete in-so-far-as I am finally sick of seeing things that I own and can't remember where I picked them up so I am starting to throw things away willy-nilly (never a good thing). I threw away my college portfolio today--well I threw away the boring parts, my service essay, which started off, I hate doing this, but you told me I can't graduate with out it (or something really similar). I was startled at how impetuous I was when I was in my early twenties. Most of essays that I was rereading start off similarly, a recurring theme is: Can't you guys see how smart I am I want a degree without having to work for it, so why don't I give you thirty grand you give me a slip of paper and we will call it even.

I think hindsight and humility have given me a better perspective on some of those years and how anybody suffered my presence is a real testament to their character.

One of the things that I found were some old play that I wrote. One of them was about two vampires (because you know, closet goth) having late night dinner and talking about being in Love. It wasn't bad, and it was great to reinforce my confidence a bit. Another thing I found was a paper that I wrote called "The Inevitability of the Civi War" and it was an essay saying that slavery had very little to do with the civil war and it was mostly an economic issue that culminated in war and when the North was losing, it turned into a civil rights movement. The paper was typed up one night, probably the night before it was due, and it was absolute rubbish. The teacher marked it up for grammar--commas missing, wrong homophone, that sort of thing--which has never really been my strong point. On the back she wrote that it was a good piece and that it needed more work, but (and this is the part to pay attention to) I could probably be very good if I would take my time and use the revision process.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.... It is humiliating to think that if I had read that back when I was twenty-one things might have ended up differently. But the truth of the matter is that I don't know that I read the back of the paper. I probably looked at the front, said great a B, I passed, then put it away and never looked at it again. Oh well. You can't change the past. Right?

Other news. I have been doing a tremendous amount of writing later and am hoping to have some stuff to start sending off for journals. I think I have come to the conclusion that the genre I most identify with is Fantasy and that as much as I would like to be a narrative writer in the style of say, Kenzaburo Oe or Jose Saramago or Orhan Pamuk, it is probably just as well that I am incapable of finishing a story about regular life. But if you give me a story about an ill-intentioned toy store and I can bang out two thousand words in about an hour.

I will keep this site updated with news as I get it. In the meantime I keep getting stuff up on the Six Sentences site and they have a contest coming up that I am going to enter and see what shakes out.

I have been listening to a lot of music lately and have a couple of albums to recommend.

1. Mew, Frengers
   
2. The Fratellis, Costello Music
   
3. Travis, The Boy With No Name
   
4. Blonde Redhead, 23
   
5. Air, Pocket Symphony
   

[This is a total sidenote to the post, but I remembered the tag for an open list without having to look at my little HTML tag cheating site. I am quite pleased with myself.]

I was a pleased to see the Travelling Wilbury's have rereleased their albums. It is long over due and greatly appreciated. Here is the thing that was funny about the Wilbury's; it was probably the first super group I remember. Roy Orbison, Tom Petty, Bob Dylan, George Harrison and Jeff Lynne. How is that for a line-up. And they made really fun music. I am not a fan of any of them singularly--except Harrison, who I think is a G-d--but I really liked the Wilbury's; so much so that I actually wore my tape through. So I am happy that I have it anew.

One last thing that I was hit with the other day, I reconnected with one of my best friends in the entire world. But one, who lives in another state, and who I just don't email or talk to all that often. We had about an email exchange about what we are reading and then a phone call about some old business thing that we were involved with a long time ago. Anyway it was to talk to him again and it makes me feel like a schmuck when I am too lazy to pick up the phone and talk to my friends. Lesson learned.