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Poetry Friday

In honor of Alan DeNiro’s Read This! status over at the LBC, here’s a Friday poem from his chapbook "Atari Ecologues." (Ooh, and perhaps there will be DeNiro poems every Friday until the Festival of Skinny Dipping in the Lake of the Dead has concluded.)

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Reset. I won’t expect endings to end–
as long as the power’s on, I’ll chew pixie
sticks and cellar bubbles, think that
perhaps Lawrence Welk is the eater of worlds.
In the restaurant, a woman from the other
windowside
mouths, Loser, to me. Give me an L-
sign with her game-over hands. Not at 13, I’m 27.
The now,
the current place bookmarked. I heartily
agree, we’re all losers, goners,
husks waiting for money to come back,
to hear the words you were not cheated
by someone in authority, even though we
know we won’t. Death smells like shoe polish,
never one’s favorite star.

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Wednesday Hangovers

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When Oh When is the Bus Gonna Come?

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Passenger, Paul Brennan, 19, who catches the 331 to work, said: "I first noticed the cat a few weeks ago. At first I thought it had been accompanied by its owner but after the first stop it became quite clear he was on his own.

"He sat at the front of the bus, waited patiently for the next stop and then got off. It was was quite strange at first but now it just seems normal. I suppose he is the perfect passenger really – he sits quietly, minds his own business and then gets off."

(Via Sara Gran.)

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Crazy Hairdressers & Evolutionary Theory

I hope you understand the seriousness of the situation when I say that my hair stylist for the last few years — the wonderful Holly at J. Allen — is moving away next month. I adore Holly. She’s the only hairdresser I’ve had as an adult that: a)doesn’t do something weird with my hair that makes me want to wash it immediately upon leaving and b)isn’t completely batshit crazy.

For awhile there, every stylist I saw turned out to be a little too crazy for comfort. There was Joseph, a sweet small-town gay guy who was fabulous at first but then had back surgery and found religion. To be honest, he was always kind of crazy. The first time I saw him, he told me in a whisper that he was "a little bit psychic." His religious conversion came after he was able to pray away his back pain (or could it have been that the surgery was successful?). He could talk of nothing else and was a bore on the topic of my immortal soul. I stopped going there.

The next stylist had probably better remain anonymous, since his salon bears his name. Anyway, things were so far, so good — until the topic somehow came around to evolution. He was one of those "I cannot understand how people believe that we came from apes, isn’t that stupid?" types. How this is polite conversation to make with a client I still don’t understand. I believe my response was a horrified: "Oh, I don’t know. I could show you some pictures of politicians that would convince you." I stopped going there.

Anyway, the NYT has a fascinating article today on the latest insights into just how humanlike chimpanzees really are:

Chimps display a remarkable range of behavior and talent. They make and use simple tools, hunt in groups and engage in aggressive, violent acts. They are social creatures that appear to be capable of empathy, altruism, self-awareness, cooperation in problem solving and learning through example and experience. Chimps even outperform humans in some memory tasks.

I plan to bring up this article for discussion early on in the appointment with my new stylist, just in case she’s hiding some sort of anti-science proclivity. Which pretty much guarantees she’ll think of me as the crazy client who talks about chimps and evolutionary theory. Oh well.

The price of a good haircut is ever steeper.

p.s. Christopher — in this instance serving the role of guinea pig — reports that evolution was not mentioned during his haircut.

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Sadness (updated)

And now word is starting to spread that one of the victims of this terrible, unthinkable tragedy may be SF writer Michael Bishop‘s son, who apparently teaches/taught German at Virginia Tech. I hope it’s not true. I don’t know Michael Bishop at all, but E Bear is right: the field is small and we’re a family in some odd, real way. And my heart goes out to the Bishops’–if it’s not true, for believing that it was, even for a little while–and to all those who are hurting tonight because they lost someone important to them.

I always have nightmares after a school shooting and I can’t imagine tonight will be different.

Updated: And Locus has now confirmed that Jamie Bishop was among the victims. There is really nothing to say in the face of such senseless tragedy. If you visit the site at that link, you can see some of his beautiful artwork.

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Read This!

So, y’all head over and check out Pinky’s big announcement that this quarter’s Read This! pick is the one and only Alan DeNiro‘s wonderful debut collection Skinny Dipping in the Lake of the Dead. I couldn’t be more excited about the opportunity for a bunch of smart people to converse about these stories.

See also Pinky’s post at her own site about her MFA classmates’ lukewarm reception to the title story. I can only respond by calling those in question boobyheads.

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Dear Other People

at the Dog Park: Control your dogs! Do not let them gang up on a less-than-20-pound tiny dog so that he practically climbs up onto Christopher’s shoulder after the two of us attempt to intercede on his behalf with your gigantor dogs.

We went to the other side of the dog park. All was well. We glared. (Seriously, these people were USELESS.)

Anyway, we finally signed Puck’s official papers this afternoon. He’s ours. As you can tell by the Professor H.P. Lovecraft Miskatonic University nametag he’s trying to shake off his head in photo one. (Long story, but Emma tried so hard, all her photos are blurry.)

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Sunday Hangovers

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New Book Smell

We went out to Joseph-Beth — which has been reconfigured in a not entirely pleasing way (not entirely displeasing either, to be fair) — to check out the Kids Bargain Book Blow-Out, which claimed to be selling off tons of remaindered YA books for $1.50 a pop. Well, of course, pretty much everything that was for sale sucked eggs, except for the things for younger readers and the books we already owned. I’d set myself a budget expecting to clean-up and I more or less stuck to it and I did clean up. At least, if you consider three new hardbacks cleaning up. And I do, when the books in question are:

Holly Black’s Ironside (YAY! You know what I’m doing tonight…)
Cassie Clare’s City of Bones
Ellen Klages’ The Green Glass Sea

It’s a remarkably aesthetically lovely trio to look at — all three are gorgeously designed books that I expect will be utterly fabulous. I feel better now.

If only the rain would stop (making the dogs sad), the tax refund would arrive, and my book would start to write itself, life would be damn near perfect.

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