"One never forgets a compliment. 'You looked positively beatific during the exam,' Mrs. Finch, her tenth-grade English told her. 'Staring out the window, a secret little smile on your smile. I was worried, to tell the truth. But then you turned in the best of the bunch.'" Thus, beatific--blissful, saintly, serenely happy--was forever and irrevocably hers" (from Ms. Hempel Chronicles by Sarah Shun-lien Bynum).
Friday, June 11, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Up to my Ankles
Read at the Rose on Thursday night. Nervous beforehand. My friend Rachel from work was there and she kept taking my psychic temperature. "Do you want me to hold your hand? Do you want a hug? Another beer?" "It's non-alcoholic," I said. "Oh...well, then beer isn't going to help you." Wouldn't have minded weaving up there and being incomprehensible. Of course, I'd never want to go back. When I told Rachel today I also did Write-O-Rama, an all day writing workshop at Hugo House on Saturday, she said, "Then you're up to your ankles." Don't know exactly what she meant but I like it.
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