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Showing posts from July, 2012

A Strange Way to Start a Game

I am very excited about the Olympics. Thrilled! I love watching the games because when I was young, I wanted to be just like those women athletes, especially those running track, in a way that so different than wanting to be like the fragile pretty people that dominate entertainment media at all other times. When I saw Flo Jo or Gail Devers walking to the start with such strength and poise, placing their ridiculous nails on the track ready to run, I saw true heroines. I read about them, especially Gail Devers, and I knew how much adversity she went through, how much fight she had in her just to survive, let alone compete in the Olympics. I watched the gymnasts in awe and wondered how the human body was capable of such things. I still do. These athletes were men and women being praised for working harder and being stronger than almost anyone else in the world, and it thrilled me. Still does.

The Olympic games haven't been in London since 1948, and last night I forwent dinner and dr…


The news surrounding the recent shooting in Colorado is everywhere. It was brought up to me by three separate people at work yesterday. I heard about it on the radio, the news, the Internet. The victims, their families, and those who are still recovering are on so many peoples' minds. For those that want to help the injured, The Huffington Post has an excellent breakdown of charities that are helping those who are currently suffering from this crime.

The crime itself was (is) elaborate. This is a talking point, I get it, but this brings me to an element of the reportage that has been bothering me. It always bothers me, in fact.

I find it counterproductive topublicly examine and diagnose the shooter, to the point that he becomes a big news story in of himself. There's still a crisis going on, as they are not sure what's going to happen in that rigged apartment. And yet, I have seen more news regarding this guy's personality and motive.

I am of the opinion that psychopath …

After a fast-moving weekend

of running, pancake eating, reading, writing, deleting, working, cleaning, walking out of really bad movies half-way through, anticipating the new episode of Breaking Bad, playing with my food at restaurants and taking my dog on incredibly long walks before the Texas sun gets too hot during the day, my weekend has ended. And, like the last weekend and the one before that, it went too fast.

Writing news: A Glimpse was recently added to the fine new online issue of Thumbnail Press. If you haven't yet, please check it out and let me know what you think. I wrote about 700 words only this weekend, but I edited a good part of a novel-in-progress that is inspired by my grandmother (very old post about this; haven't dropped the ball) and I worked on a short story entitled Caveman. It's there, or almost there... we'll see.

Until next weekend.