This has been a busy two weeks. Midterm exams, papers, enough reading to overload Carl Sagan’s brain, and six nights of work. Ugh! But I’m sitting here now with my baby, listening to Michael Buble and Josh Groban, soothing my soul after the American Idol travesties of the evening. A glass of wine in my hand and my dearest friend in my arms; Yeah, life is pretty damned good.
So, I’ve had these up on YouTube for a week or so, but haven’t gotten the chance to blog them. I am experimenting with a Flip camera (Thank YOU, John!) instead of the webcam, and I am liking the results. Maybe some more slick editing lies ahead. Meanwhile, though I missed a contest deadline, I feel good about having pretty much completed this old childhood memory series. Well, until more memories demand to be written.
I have also been working on a variety of new pieces, including an Adam and Steve reconfiguration of Genesis, sure to piss some people off, though not at all intended to do so. Also a self image poem, and a response to Bukowski’s assertion that poetry is a gutless art. I’m looking forward to finishing the editing on the whole crazy lot of them soon, and submitting some more pieces for possible publication hither and yon.
Meanwhile, thanks for letting me share some moments from the bus stop.