Monday, April 16, 2012
Very soon I will be picking up Carrie Murphy and Gina Abelkop from RDU. We will be reading, the three of us, tonight, at the Pinhook in Durham, at 6:30pm, as the inaugural/maybe only rendition of a reading series Lauren Spohrer (of Two Serious Ladies, Noon) are trying to get going. Don't make it be the only! Please come! I say this as someone who read at a bookstore here a few weeks ago, my first reading in my new hometown, and like 4 people came, and I knew all of them: PLEASE COME!!! The lovely Anne Marie Rooney has listed on Coldfront Mag the rest of Gina's Southern tour schedule, which includes me as well, and it's on the blogroll as well.
I have become far too superlative. This is gross. To reference myself, my first published novella I'm not sure if anyone read, I have gone from making fun of those who think in superlatives to being that person. Maybe I've always been that person. The other day via a text to John I attempted my first emoticon, EVER. It was a frowny-face. Glass half empty, you know. I want to know WHY I cannot be someone who simply promotes myself on my blog. I have to then be completely parenthetical about everything. John and I were talking about the new journal of Susan Sontag's published, and how one of the characteristics that she used to define herself, her eternal self, if there is such a thing, is that she has a strong stomach. I would write mine: uses too many superlatives, too many words, way too excessive, very weak stomach, bad tolerance for coffee and red wine in all forms yet is continually drawn to it, uneven in almost every way. What else? Strong eyebrows, stronger when I pencil them in. Good nailbeds. Large breasted, but one of those people you would not expect to be large breasted (weirdly enough, this is a search term that pops up often: "my name" and "breast size." I really don't know what to think of it.) Considers gray in terms of clothing a color. Loves farmer market flowers. Bites off more than she can chew, metaphorically. Becomes overwhelmed easily. Can only remember via hot pink post-it note. Tends to write about writing, and the projects that she cannot attempt, as oppposed to actually, writing, anything. Which makes her, probably, first and foremost, she thinks, an essayist.