I found this website written on a loose post-it in my junk drawer:
Now before you go thinking that I’ve taken my love of music too far, this website was part of legitimate research. It dates back to the article I wrote for Racket Magazine about famous groupie/writer Pamela Des Barres. You can check out the finished article in the “music” section of my portfolio.
In honor or today (the last day I am a resident of my rent house), I have posted a new header. Ironically, it’s a picture of the backyard in my previous rent house.
Gotta finish packing before the new tenants arrive. Oh and I made $77.17 selling my CDs and DVDs, while I only made $17.75 selling my books. Does this say something about the base values of our society at large or instead reveal the ragtag nature of my ex-book collection?
About the photo: Nothing spectacular. Think it was a point and shoot digital camera. But the flowers are pretty.
This is it, folks. I’m about to sell all my books, DVDs and CDs. It’s really over now. After they’re gone, nothing much will be left of my life here (well, except friends, family, and a 14″ color TV that nobody seems to want).
I’m pretty sad to say goodbye. But this experience has taught me that stability is an illusion. At every moment, the world as we know it is in a state of flux. Even when it seems like we’re sitting still, the earth is spinning, oribiting and cruising at very fast speed across the universe. So, the best thing a writer can do is ride the current of change instead of swimming against it. For me, that means I still need to let go of a lot more useless crap before I move.
One of the things I love about language is its vitality. Languages are living, evolving organisms (and not static, dead documents like your 5th grade teacher tried to tell you). Language can change. And this is good. I won’t bore you with the linguistics of how “bad” grammar is correct. But I will tell you that the English language, being a mix of many many breeds, has the remarkable ability to accept almost any foreign word and make it feel right at home. While this elasticity is great for global communication, it is even better for writers. It means that we can make words up and they flow into our lexicon without even a stoplight. Just ask Shakespeare.
I love making up new words. To me, it’s like filling in gaps in a giant mural. Where there was only blank space, now there is meaning. It’s an act of creation, and it’s practical. Kind of like making a clay ashtray in art class, but only better.
For example, my friend Amanda & I came up with a new word last week:
Cuggle (v.) : to giggle and cuddle at the same time.
Cuggler (n.): a person who likes to cuggle
Cuggley (adj.): Somebody whose particularly adept at cuggling
- Etymology: “Giggle” + Cuddle” = Cuggle; date: 2008
It’s quite a fun combination. You should try the word and action on for size. Tell me what you think. According to Merriam-Webster, the word “cuddle” entered the English language in 1520, it’s high time it gets a tune up. Only you can make this happen. Go forth and cuggle!
I love books. I have a lot of them. They make me happy. But not today. Today I have to say goodbye to some gems before I even got to read them. This makes me sad. I want to cry. But I am moving. So I have to let go. The only consolation is the promise of reading them for free at some future library. This blog shall help me remember what I sacrificed. Please see widget below for list.
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This header is my homage to the beautiful, bland suburbs of Arizona. Yes, you can blame the green lawn in the foreground and the forest of non-native palms for at least part of global warming. But isn’t the picture pretty? Don’t the palms make a nice silhouette against the desert sky? And aren’t the retro-hipster houses cute? Excuse my nostalgia, but I leave in about two weeks and my emotions are getting the better of me.
About the Photo: It’s about three years old and I don’t even remember what camera I used. The only photography advice I can give today is to wait for “magic hour” and then snap away. (Magic Hour is the time of evening when the sun is at the horizon and everything turns gold. Rumors say that Magic Hour also happens at sunrise, but I’ve never been around to find out.)
Clearly, my fan club is working. I just received my first piece of good press for this Web site. The kind folks at art & entertainment website TheDailyShag.com wrote a super nice post about me.
READ IT HERE!!!
Seriously, please do. Please, please, please with a cherry on top. They have a cool site, too.