I used the word "alacrity" in class the other day. It sort of quieted the room. I think it's one of those words people see here and there, possibly in studying for the GRE, but don't actually use. I wasn't particularly sure I'd used it properly, either; I don't even know why it flew out of my mouth when it did. I rushed home and looked it up in the Merriam-Webster, and, fortunately, I had.
I can't believe it's been a year since I wrote my first story (under the auspices of being a 'writer' at least). I went back and looked at the first story I wrote. I suppose it's a good thing I didn't have this forum to share them with back then, because that story sucks. It blows my mind how far I've come in just a year, entirely as a result of paying attention to what I read and what I write. (And, natch, having great writers as my profs.) Of course, paying attention to ANYTHING is a huge challenge for me, but I'm getting better at hiding the fact I only really listen to about 15% of what's going on whenever I'm in class or otherwise supposed to be listening to something.
By the way, speaking of stories, I published a new one this weekend. You might have missed it. Of course, all the stories I write end up tagged. You can peruse them using the stories tag.
Meanwhile, I'm trying my hardest to maintain appearances and keep up with work. Wednesdays tend to be pretty devastating, though -- leave for work at nine, get home at six, leave for the Hangout at seven, get home at... last night, it would be 2:30. I'm rocking a crazyass head fatigue.
Wednesday nights at the Hangout are either ripe for ethnographic observation or an obvious foil to the question "If you're straight, how come I never see you with any women?" Frankly, Wednesday nights at the Hangout represent pretty much every nerd-vice that courses through my veins. Team Trivia, followed up by Passport on NTN, followed up by Karaoke. Great bar, eh? My man J came up to me near the end of the night and asked if I'd sing another song to fill some time. I, seemingly at random, chose "Jane" by BNL. I didn't realize how apposite the lyrics are, or were, given the situation.
Also, the later in the night, the cooler I am with running into students at the bar. For some reason, I'm less self-conscious about it :-)
A final note: I've put into concrete the content of my first "album." I'm going country (look at them boots!). On the heels of Jailbait, Mother's Day (Jennie's Song), and Spur-M, and with the addition of new songs like "Your Boots on my Doorstep," "Goodbyes," "Whiskey Dick," "Don't Pick Your Nose," "Leave in the Morning," and "Gay Truckers," with a special bonus track of one of my first songs, "Summer Days," ohhhh kiddos it's gonna be good stuff. Stay tuned.
I can't believe it's been a year since I wrote my first story (under the auspices of being a 'writer' at least). I went back and looked at the first story I wrote. I suppose it's a good thing I didn't have this forum to share them with back then, because that story sucks. It blows my mind how far I've come in just a year, entirely as a result of paying attention to what I read and what I write. (And, natch, having great writers as my profs.) Of course, paying attention to ANYTHING is a huge challenge for me, but I'm getting better at hiding the fact I only really listen to about 15% of what's going on whenever I'm in class or otherwise supposed to be listening to something.
By the way, speaking of stories, I published a new one this weekend. You might have missed it. Of course, all the stories I write end up tagged. You can peruse them using the stories tag.
Meanwhile, I'm trying my hardest to maintain appearances and keep up with work. Wednesdays tend to be pretty devastating, though -- leave for work at nine, get home at six, leave for the Hangout at seven, get home at... last night, it would be 2:30. I'm rocking a crazyass head fatigue.
Wednesday nights at the Hangout are either ripe for ethnographic observation or an obvious foil to the question "If you're straight, how come I never see you with any women?" Frankly, Wednesday nights at the Hangout represent pretty much every nerd-vice that courses through my veins. Team Trivia, followed up by Passport on NTN, followed up by Karaoke. Great bar, eh? My man J came up to me near the end of the night and asked if I'd sing another song to fill some time. I, seemingly at random, chose "Jane" by BNL. I didn't realize how apposite the lyrics are, or were, given the situation.
Also, the later in the night, the cooler I am with running into students at the bar. For some reason, I'm less self-conscious about it :-)
A final note: I've put into concrete the content of my first "album." I'm going country (look at them boots!). On the heels of Jailbait, Mother's Day (Jennie's Song), and Spur-M, and with the addition of new songs like "Your Boots on my Doorstep," "Goodbyes," "Whiskey Dick," "Don't Pick Your Nose," "Leave in the Morning," and "Gay Truckers," with a special bonus track of one of my first songs, "Summer Days," ohhhh kiddos it's gonna be good stuff. Stay tuned.
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drained
drainedWhat's on: Drive By Truckers - Too Much Sex (Too Little Jesus)
