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Mon frond!

*clap clap clap clap*

Still is for me.

Traveling, and the time not making money while attending. The residency is run by Sundress Academy For The Arts/Sundress Publications. It was a week away on Firefly Farms in Knoxville, primarily to focus on writing.

I change my mind I'm inspired.

That or it was plain stolen and the author wasn't big enough for credit to make it seem credible, and so anonymity was given just to make it seem more intriguing. Nobody wants encouragement from somebody known only by a Deviantart username.

End rhyme 0/10 nice try but bad try

Friennnnnnnnnd

Language's shortcomings/inability to express the experience and the simultaneous requirement for language to express some semblance of that experience, and how language becomes the stand-in for the experience of reliving the experience.

Thanks! Next year has the hopes for a Stegner, which is a far reaching hope but that's part of the point of hope

I got peeps who might be willing to house me, too. Just hoping to get a tuition scholarship

Well I will find out about a LGBTQ writing fellowship in LA in May, and a fully funded year residency in Tulsa eventually, so here's hoping

Ok I won't

Instead I had to go and be too poor to afford it. Oh well. It was cool enough to be accepted. Next year, hopefully.

I can't remember having an eventful Monday.

Josh Ritter is an amazing and soon to be iconic songwriter, and a great musician, but Chris Thile and the Punch Brothers are all virtuosos, so Another New World is done best in their hands. This version shakes me each listen.

One of the coolest places: Cheonggyecheon -- Seoul, South Korea Least favorite: Probably a toss-up for many of the small towns with less than 400 people with them in Washington state. Lots of them are beautiful, but some of them are flat and boring.

Because an alien has been growing in my chest ever since the day my spouse opened my mouth with his and slid his narrow proboscis past my windpipe and sprayed my capillaries with a cold fluid that has since become a clutch of spawn, I can only ruminate how I've done so little. Mostly because I've become attached to each small pod of creature that squirms beneath every deep breath I take. I have named them all. Hester Prynne, Bartleby, Oblomov, Qwfwq, Behemoth, Where's The Beef?, Not Craig, and over 250 others. My spouse thinks it's cute I've named them all because, in his words: you've become attached to something that will not recognize you once they begin jettisoning from your mouth and nose. You will not be able to breathe and will die, either from suffocation, or from the extreme pressure each body will exert upon your brain, pinning it against the top of your skull and causing severe hemmorhaging. Whatever love you discern is foolish, and that's why I married you.

If it had a meaning it wouldn't really be weird

I say OOP in a high pitch whenever I pass by somebody at work.

It's only fair if I can think sexily about Oscar Isaac that you can fantasize about gay men.

Certainly makes Godard's glasses fog up.

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Somewhat. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinéma_vérité