'Nother One

My poem "When Someone Dies On The Big Rock Candy Mountain" will be published in Illinois University Northwest's Spirits magazine in April.

Holla.

In other news, Snowpocalypse? I will have to resume digging my car out from under tons of snow at some point today.

"A Million New Yorkers Are Good Without God..."

A team of 8 atheist coalitions are joining forces to bring posters of blue sky and white puffy cloud to the NYC subway system, bombarding commuters with their simple message. On them, "A Million New Yorkers Are Good Without God. Are You?" in white text, all above the words "Coalition of Reason." ( Article )

Maybe this is my raised-in-a-Nazarene-church-girl-reasoning, or it could be the my-dad's-a-pastor-thinking, though in all truth I have never considered myself hugely involved with the church or its politics, but I find this "Coalition of Reason" to be absolutely unreasonable. Alright, so, I'm all for people believing in whatever they want to believe, but this is something like taking out ad-space to say that Santa Claus isn't real. It's just robbery, plain and simple. Perhaps they are reacting to Christian advertisements that they've become sick of. If this is the case, why would they knowingly want to participate in using tactics that they themselves find obnoxious? Why is it so important for these atheists to incite unhappiness amongst those outside of their one-million atheist mindsets, or steal even the glimmer of hope that someone might have?

Jeeze.

The 'Roonies.

Lately I've noticed a trend in my speech.

Examples:

You say "socks." I say "sockaroonies."

You say "underwear." I say "underoonies."

(You understand?) Kidaroonies.

It is also interesting to note that I often drop the "...ies" and just say "...oons" (i.e. "kidaroons", "sockaroons").

When asked by friendly Puppy why not just drop the "...ies" and the "...oons" I considered briefly taking up his advice and using the standard names given to items by my lovely mother tongue.

But where's the awesome in that?

My Apartment (Haunted?)

My roommate doesn't pay rent.

He doesn't pay rent because he's a ghost. I'm convinced.

At first, we thought the neighbors were only trying to frighten us when they made mention of a suicide that occurred here a month before we were given the keys to move in, but it's been confirmed by the management, and now we can't sleep. The former tenant did, really and truly, blow his brains out in our living room, and now he's banging on doors all night.

So I'm a-breakin' my lease.

Another little reason to celebrate.

A short story I wrote will appear in Denver's 303 Magazine. They asked for first rights and I gladly consented. The story, which focuses on a car crash and the deaths of the three teens involved, will be printed in their October issue.

seabear: cat piano

this is a beautiful song, and if you have the means to access it from itunes,

the version that comes on the album 'the ghost that carried us away' is 

somewhat more beautiful than this youtube live recording. it comes jennifer

recommended. you might find yourself, as i do, listening to it over and over again

and praying for it to lodge itself in your head for the day.

f-works from the national mall.