Fly-By

So much for NaBloPoMo.  

Sigh.

But, all I can do is learn for next month…next year…and so on.

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Exhibition In Verse

What was the thought process?

Add a descriptor to an event?

Assemble the pieces in various rooms of staggered doors and dimensions?

“African American.” “Jewish.” “Women.”

Plus

“In industry.” “In the Beats.” “In Cooking.”

Isn’t this the same solution to show ideas for Jerry Springer?  But no…

That’s more food on a dare than trying something we knew was there, but never had seen for ourselves.

Every New Beginning is Some Other Beginning’s End

It’s the 1st of November, and folks the world over are writing novels in a month, writing a daily blog post for a month, taking a picture every day for a month…if I’ve missed something, dear reader, let me know.  I am hoping to write a little every day this month, because to do that would be an improvement over the past two months.  

For the past two months I’ve been lucky to write once a week.

But baseball season is over–that excuse is gone.  I have to be mean and withdraw with friends and family a little while, which usually provokes the “Why now?” argument.  It’s built up, and I’m so frustrated that I can’t articulate it.

So, while I write these meager lines, I’m listening to my Alt.Latino podcast, I’m downloading the “Before” film trilogy, and I’m preparing to lay out three journal pages…hopefully more.  I’m cat-sitting this weekend, and the television will stay off over there so that I can explore.

That’s my messy beginning.  Here’s hoping I get my act together. *raises coffee cup*