in which I write about stuff
What you searched for: “Appliances-Major-Used” in “OLYMPIA, WA”. (because donating a stove is an exercise in futility. update: so is selling one, if you don’t have a way to move it. anybody want a used stove?)
also, I’m finally working on revisions to zografis that I’ve had in my head for several months.
and printers.
“Residents of cyberland probably take comfort in your normalcy (if not the normalcy of your life, at least the normalcy of journal itself). You update regularly and try to keep an honest representation of your life. – the Master of Memoir” weird, huh?
and dude…that’s pretty deep. 😉
– five words or less (I link to this one because it links to many others)
everything is a story.
that may be the easy version.
I am afraid of forgetting.
that’s the difficult one. not less true, really, but perhaps a good explanation for the mindset of the first one. I write in order to remember. I distrust my memory. (are those additional versions of #2?)
in haiku format (suitable for including in burningbird’s “song”):
I am afraid I won’t remember
I write to ward off forgetting
everything becomes a story
(another part of myself, reading my wish to be included in the song, suggests this: “I want to belong” – which is perhaps the sad, sometimes hopeless version of stav’s 6-word story.)
sigh.
now I’m going to go write an outline of my book so I can figure out how to take it apart & put it back together again. (yes, I did find some of my rewrites – some on disk, some on paper, some on weblog, but I’m not going to include them yet.)
– Leet, as defined by the Wikipedia – a possible conclusion to a little argument. found via 0wnz0red, which is a clever little tale, tho too heavy of exposition for my taste.