Love - Art - Disease - Pain - Life-Humanness - "Otherness"
In our desensitised society,
the artists,
the bohemians, poor, discarded,
"others", recovering addicts -
all are more in touch
with their human-ness
than the so called
mainstream.
Despite everything -
HUMANNESS, LOVE, LIFE, ART survives.
-Jonathan Larson
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Friday, October 18, 2002
be·gin·ning
Pronunciation: bi-'gi-ni[ng]
Function: noun
Date: 12th century
1 : the point at which something begins : START
2 : the first part
3 : ORIGIN, SOURCE
4 : a rudimentary stage or early period -- usually used in plural
It's 1:45. I'm at work. I was late for work this morning, but I didn't oversleep. My books are here, and David left a box of them in my garage. Exciting day, I suppose. I have already dealt with the publishing/editing woes, and my fight with the publisher has left me drained. I had no control over the final editing of my manuscript or the aesthetic outcome of the result. I'm a self-proclaimed perfectionist, but people are calling me something else recently:"passionate". Passion has always been considered such a benign word in my vocabulary...I find it odd that it can be used to describe me in the face of such fury. After a few choice words with David about my discontent, and a few choice words thrown back...I just have to bite the bullet. It's a beautiful book. It will sell well. Children will like it. Adults will like it FOR their children. I hate to admit it, but I LIKE IT. For more than one reason I like it for all of it's obvious flaws. Maybe someday, somewhere down the line when I'm rich and don't care...I can look back at my beginning and laugh.
2:04 PM
Thursday, October 17, 2002
So, here it is, the first step at a more convenient journal. I'm lucky if I post at my web site once a month...so I hope that the convenience of blogger will kick my but into a more consistent gear.
Tonights telemarketing call:
John: Hellah.
*pause as the automatic dialer patches through to a telemarketer*
Rochelle(telemarketer): Um, hello?
John: Hellah.
Rochelle: Hello. Is Mr. Henson there?
John: No, but this his wife. Who this is?
Rochelle: This is Rochelle calling on behalf of Chase...
John: WHOOO? Is you from the church?
Rochelle: No 'mam. This is Rochelle calling on behalf of Chase Manhattan Bank.
John: From the bank? OOOOH LAW...I pay my bill!!
Rochelle: I am not calling to collect for a bill, is Mr. Henson home?
John: Naw. He work the night shif. You can talk to me, tho. WHO YOU IS, AGAIN? You lookin' fer Shamiqua?
Rochelle: NO 'MAM. My name is Rochelle and I'm calling on behalf of Chase Bank.
John: What fer?
Rochelle: To let you know that Mr. Henson has been approved for a Chase Manhattan Mastercard.
John: OOOH LAW, NO! WE CANNOT HAVE NO MO CREDITS. WE IS ON STAMPS AS IT IS!
Rochelle: (laugh) Well, I understand. We'll just give Mr. Henson a call back at some other time.
John: Listen here. You will not call us back again. You have call on my dinner hour and we don't have no mo credit to give out to you. YOU WILL REMOVE ME FROM YO LISK, OR I WILL HAVE COME DOWNTOWN AND REMOVE YO WEAVE.
Rochelle: I don't wear a weave, but I have to read you something. "You have chosen to be removed from Chase Manhattan Bank's credit offers. Please allow six to eight weeks for complete removal of service offers. Acknowledgement of this will exclude you from any and all future offers from Chase Manhatt....
John: OOH LAW,Mah chitlens is burnin. I gotsta go, baby. Goo-bye.
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I'm surrounded by stuffed bears tonight. Sarah Lynn's hits shelves next week...order a copy today at Amazon or Barnes & Noble.com. Good times, good times.
8:09 PM
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