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My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Sibling Rail Gun of Loving Kindness. Get yours.

hm. yes. of course.

SO I have this shitpile of Projects slouching toward various Bethlehems to be born. Time for an inventory. They're all pretty much writing-type projects, but several of them are in the editing stage.

Fossil Mater - clean up short story and submit
Fossil Mater - finish one-act first draft, workshop with some friends
City of the Markets of the Dead - continue the "story" sections, redact the 4-5 proper "poetry" sections
CMD story threads needing resurrection/expansion: Kiki at the roads, the boys in the valley, drunk among the ruins of the Old Mall, killing the woman in the alley, lovemaking in the house above the city
About 30 poems needing editing, then get someone else to read them with me and help revise
Finish 3rd draft of Linger On, submit.
Write new scenes for Slowly Unfurling My Lover's Wings.
Long term: finish Dry Child. God dammit. finish!!!!
write some new songs (oh! lyric snippet tonight. what was it? pardon me while I indulge for a second...
another ghost walked through is that you is that you another ghost breathing in my house me immobilized and true [but true] dropped out of the midnight air and crooked on my couch I feel helpless from the lust in your stare and grounded by my mouth Oh wicked ghost your fingers on the buttons of my memory sweeter when you press it [press them] never fails never fails the ghosts I'm hearing always do breeathe you, lover, breathe. i can't wait for the sweet sound of you)

These all sound exciting to me and shit, but right now, I just feel feckless. I gotta get off my ass. I got off my ass recently, got a spate of rejection letters on some poems, and haven't gotten back up on that horse. I made huge progress on the Fossil Mater 1-act script. I think that'll be done by the official first day of summer. I'm most excited about the potential of that. But If I could just get the poetry flowing better. God I think I really need help. I don't need someone to blow smoke up my ass "oh this is good." or "well, I can't really get this it must need butter." (sorry, I'm falling asleep a tteh keys. dscx . i don't know what butter means in this context. or dscx. sorry )__
I just wish I wasn't so FECKLESS. I need to lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll;,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

**edit: woah. that porter is a lot stronger than I remember. that was one seriously messed up entry. I'm old now, and midnight is getting to be "late." Please disregard the song lyrics!**

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Your Linguistic Profile:

70% General American English
15% Upper Midwestern
15% Yankee
0% Dixie
0% Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?


that is a sweet little test. I think they need to make it longer, though I don't have any concrete ideas how...
I HAVE used cruller, but normally I just don't think about them. Same with "aunt" "ant". I find myself, like... weirdly annoyed by the pronunciation "pyjAHma."

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curtain going up again...

No Manifesto presents
The Harry and Sam Dialogues
by Karen Ellison

directed by Jon Olsen

Acadia Café on Franklin and Nicollet in Minneapolis

Show times are 7:30pm on the following nights:
May 5, 6, and 7
May 13 and 14
May 20 and 21
$12 for adults and $10 for students

We were going to mount this back in August or November or so, and it got waylayed by actor injury, space wackiness, budget and other headaches for the producers. It's going to be good. Do come.



The Acadia Café
1931 Nicollet Avenue South
Minneapolis, MN 55403
612-874-8702
http://www.acadiacafe.com
Free Parking is available across the street in the Plymouth Church parking lot (don’t park in the salon spaces) and weekday evenings after 6pm plus all day on weekends in the Loring Nicollet lots just north of Acadia on Nicollet Ave.

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James Howard Kunstler calls it The Long Emergency. Look, I don't know what to do, but there's going to be a depression and a bunch more wars and then we'll really get fucked. Sometime in the next 7-10 years I really think a bunch of us (i.e. the generation ages 25-40) will go bankrupt, just flat bankrupt. We're going to need to find ways to ride this out or just drop dead. I'm not interested in the latter option. Think about the Great Depression. This time a war is not going to get us OUT of it, but will be one of the ongoing factors in making it worse. I predict we will have to go to an agrarian/localized economy. I'm full of hope (I love Kunstler's hope imagery) but before those hopes are realized, a bunch of really horrible things have to be acknowledged and then we'll have to start banding together.