Another Polite Punk Production

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I'm glad you were, maryread! Happy Birthday To You!

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a lot of soul searching
more sructure will have to come later.

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ADDED: Can a person make a personal commitment to quality if they don't say what about? I've been filling out a lot of job apps lately, and I come across things like this. In a very very short job description, that says nothing of the product or office, they have one of the qualifications listed as "Personal commitment to quality." My quality of life? The quality of the product they don't talk about? OK.

Daily extended (by Astrology.com)
You've got an intensely devoted, loyal heart -- and a questing, independent spirit that just won't be tied down. This is a tough combo for some people to get, but rest assured, there are those out there who cherish this quixotic and delightful mixture. Someone who wants to blend their life with yours will understand why it is you who possess both these qualities in abundance -- and won't ask you to get rid of one or the other to satisfy them. Hang in there.

I just got back from a movie at SIFF that was a gift. Being Caribou was filmed by two people who, carrying 60 - 80 lbs of gear on their backs, followed the caribou for 4 months from the end of March through July. It was great.

I filled out a looong two page interview in line. They gave me Delux Cherries in Dillettante's milk chocolate for my troubles. The tab on the end says "Use by 12/3005". Dillettant's really knows how to make chocolate with staying power, man.

Thanks to sculpin I sent away (from her posting on March 14th) to Copper Canyon Press for free books for "Poems Aloud", their group poetry promotion, and received this week "Unraveling at the Name" by Jenny Factor. Thanks sculpin!

I love the names of poems, and usually don't have trouble naming my own, but sometimes I call the poem so long by it's working title that it just becomes that name. Here is the section One from the Contents page of that book. I usually read the contents and then, if the names are descriptive, sometimes I don't read the poem for awhile. It's like the name of the poem holds this promise and an implied direction or focus of thought. Sometimes the Contents page creates a poem of its own.

  
3	Conciliation
6	Summer Journal, Israel (Age 19)
8	To Twenty Canada Geese
	in the Palisades Industrial Park
10	Unstable Singularities
12	Extramarital. . .
16	Happenstance
17	Swing Time
18	An Uncommon Coupling
22	Mermaid’s Wedding License
23	Unraveling at the Name
31	Mating of Horseshoe Crabs

Just got back from Corflu.
Thursday before I went I had an interview. Friday, a half hour after arriving in the hotel in SF, I got a call from Seattle. I got the job. So I had a great weekend. Would have anyway, but it got that much better.
Had an article in Chunga.
2 of 3 founders of Corflu were there. I spent the night at one of the founder's house. It's a little mind boggling that I was at the first Corflu 22 years ago.
I now own a giant bright green blow up alien.
I almost hurt myself laughing at the APA play Andy Hooper wrote for Saturday night, Read and Enjoyed, But No Comment.
I also now own a verrry kewl just the right size black canvas bag for fanzines courtesy of replyhazy! All the zines I got at the con are in there now.
On the way back today, the flight in SF was delayed in Seattle by about an hour (or more). On the way to the airport at 8:30 a.m. I discovered I had left my phone in the hotel restaurant. When I went to pick up Randy from the airport (I was supposed to get here 2 hours before him, but it was really 40 minutes) he handed it back to me.
I had a great time at the con and it was very well run.
I heart my friends. It was just what I needed.

Mr. Buddy was one of the sweetest cats you could ever wish for. He was born on May Day in 1993 in San Francisco, and I picked him and his brother up when I was down there for a, um, probably, Westercon. So he was transplanted to Seattle.
He ate cantalope and grapes with me, and would come running when the fridge opened, once he found out it was the unlimited source of all food. He would stalk the red laser pinpoint of light, and the store bought mice lasted about ten minutes when I got them home.
His purr was bigger than his meow, and he had golden eyes. He was a black cat, as most of mine are.
As though enough weren't going on recently, he died this morning after having diabetes for 3 months, and something more serious, probably cancer, in the last month or so.
He was the best Buddy ever. I'll miss him.

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In more news, I'm now back on line after being off most of the last 3 months. Maybe this time it will take, as I have a new modem. I'm too tired to read through or post much, but maybe I'll be more present now. Who knows.

The last coherent thing I heard Anna say was "O boy, o boy, oboyo", even though she didn't open her eyes, she was still being lucid at times, when I told her we heard finally that her sister was on the plane after being snowed in on the East coast.

It will always make me smile to know that she carb counted her paper plate, or her brother Walter did, (0 carbs, 9 grams fiber) when she was still doing that, keeping track. It's been a blessing to be able to be there, and I love her so. She was surrounded by loving people to the end.

I will miss her.

At 4:00 a.m. of the last day.

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