Pickl't Rabbitface

Things Going Through My Mind/Inspiring Me Today:

1. These creepy plastic-figure pictures from ffffound



2. This wacky dream I had in which this rich lady was trying to kill everyone at her party by shining light in their eyes with her handmirror. Obviously I foiled her.

3. McSweeney's featured article today, entitled DECLARATIONS OF CONJUGAL
INTEREST FROM THE MASSACHUSETTS FEDERALIST, 1733. Snell and I practically ralphed from laughing so hard at this.

My favorite:

"Hungry For Woman" − SWM
I am needing a bigge woman that takes goode joy in householde duties. Book lairnin ot not be of necessitee, but shee should know how to cooke these meales: boilt pork, psalted flummery, candeed orange peel, ches nutts with smok befe, cornpone, low-carb cornpone, milk pottage, and pickl't rabbitface.

Check it out here.




Currently Reading:
Paradise by Toni Morrison

Eye ... On the Sky!

For my latest story I am researching STORM CHASING. Here is what I have learned:

- According to the most accurate web forums, true-blue storm chasers have some sort of problem with storm chasers known only as "yahoos." Yahoos are prone to a number of abrasive behaviors, including but not limited to core-punching, driving their SUVs onto flooded roads, and saying "yahoo!" at the most inappropriate of times.

- The most famous storm chaser of all time is WARREN FAIDLEY. How do I know this? Because the first line of his website declares that

"Warren Faidley is the original, full-time, extreme weather adventurer!"

No but really. He is.

- The best storms happen in March-May in the Great Plains, since everything is flat and view is spectacular.



- The storms people go after are called "supercells" -- groovy, right?


Today I officially completed my apps to Iowa, Hollins and U of M! I'm pretty happy with life right now. My fam is most excellent, the G-Girls are hilar, and my boyfriend is cute.



IS HE NOT??

Currently Reading:

"Them Old Cowboy Songs" by Annie Proulx (The tragedy, Annie! Friggin cheer up!!)

Oh, I Didn't See You There

Four days until a flurry of MFA program apps are due. Clearly time to start a blog in which I write about writing. I know...you are flipping out about the wit of the title.

I'm currently in the Rustic Homeland, in the two square feet of our house that gets internet, attempting to finish what the University of Michigan calls an "Academic Statement of Purpose." Though I thought the whole reason I was trying to get into an MFA was so that I could NOT be an academic, and could instead live in a small but quaint apartment with a metal speckled tea kettle and write about life. And occasionally take on side projects such as starting a school. Unclear how this would all work out schedule-wise...instead of worrying about that I have been spending a considerable amount of time planning my future apartment design, and daydreaming about how next year I will learn to bake bread, always clean up after myself, and never drink coffee, only Irish tea that's really from Ireland. To think I was once responsible for eighty children's safety and summer learning. How the mighty have fallen.

But seriously it has been quite cool to write a statement of purpose and clarify for myself that I really DO have a purpose, which is to write, and dedicate myself fully to that, in the hopes that one day I will learn to balance some semblance of a teaching life and a writing life. How thrilling.

Currently Reading:
Best American Short Stories 2009, edited by Alice Sebold
especially "Yurt"by Sarah Shun-Lien Bynum