tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147612082011-12-13T22:52:56.714-05:00A journal of writing, reading, and living through writing.Eric Heald-Webbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394861829552114728noreply@blogger.comBlogger1021100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761208.post-50837669321663120742010-05-23T23:54:00.005-05:002010-05-24T00:14:36.539-05:00

So, I have stuffed a (very)well-paying job down the tubes to follow my talent.Am I doing the right thing?I'm posting here because I don't remember the p/w to my other existentialist crisis blog. So.I'm also getting married in two (2) weeks. We bought the dress for my fiance today, and to be honest, she looks beautiful in it; even though I'm upset the custom dress didn't work out (and I mean the

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I want to point the way to my current locations. I've not kept up with Blogger in so long, and I'm not sure anyone looks at it anyways, plus there are few community features. So, on to the new worlds:VIRBLiveJournalclaimIDSo, that's it for now. The internet is wide, and maybe we'll learn something about ourselves and the real world through it.

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Well, just yesterday I got one acceptance letter! 4 more to go, we'll see where I end up...Eric

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Long time, no postsI know nobody looks at this particular corner of the web2.0.... but I have news, catch ups, and etc., so please bear with me.Last spring (May, 2007), I graduated from Northern Virginia Community College with an Associates Degree in Liberal Arts. I have a 3.25 gpa.In January of 2004, I got my honorable discharge from the USMC... I did not immediately go back to school, but

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Below, you will find parts one and two of a four-part short story. These are each on their second revision, and parts three and four are currently in SFD (Sh**ty First Draft) status. This is a story I have wanted to write for a while, although I never knew how to start it. Finally, about two weeks ago, I began writing a story, and though it was not intended to be this one, it did turn into

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So Brad and I were playing in the stand of trees that to us was nearly the size of a cathedral, and that is what we called it, The Cathedral. Between the tall trees with arching branches, and the vine-covered brush around the outside and the one tunnel in that you had to know was there… It always seemed that when we got on our knees to crawl in through the brush and thorns, and stood in the

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There are stories that are old in the story-teller’s life, old enough to not quite have all the facts exactly right. This is one of those… There was a boy. His name was Jim, or Tommy, or Brad…I’m not too sure anymore, because it was a long time ago that these things happened. At that time, there was a wide and long field that all the neighborhood houses’ backyards gave on to. The boy lived

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As you enter the restaurant, you are greeted by the smiling host and shown to a table. The server appears as you settle in, introduces himself and informs you of any special items for the day. He returns shortly with your drink order and answers your questions about the menu. The appetizer you ordered arrives in short time and the server engages you in a short, but entertaining conversation as

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Last Monday I wrote a propposed schedule for updates. While I am trying to stick to this schedule, I am a little late on the Friday post. But I have made the intention of writing essays for the Friday post a reality. These will be on a variety of topics, and the first is getting posted tonight. Tomorrow, I again hope to post a new or revised poem. Again, the proposed Schedule of Posting:

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Yes, it's a made-up word. Of the several books I have read since my last regular postings, I have found one new-to-me author who has really stirred my imagination. He writes science fiction in the vien of William Gibson or Bruce Sterling.I must warn that I enjoy reading science fiction and it functions as one of my favorite pastimes. The opening of the near and far-future intrigue me,

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Yes, by now I am down to zero readers. Updates have been few and far between. Now, hopefully, I will have a more regular schedule. Along with more frequent and interesting updates, I propose to also have a regular schedule of posts... I haven't exactly determined what yet, but some things I am thinking: A regular posting schedule, with specific types of post each time. Something like this:

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It must be from a nestof birds. That leaf, alltangled in thread-like matting.Not just any fallen, dried-up dead thing, but oneused up: tattered, vein-bare; a leaf that has seenmany, many things: loved, birthed,hatched and shat upon.Tangled in hair and fibersby a sparrow (plenty hereabouts)that wanted nothing morethan a soft place, a comfortplace to nest,raise young to fly,grow old, flightless,

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This was found among several scattered around a Starbucks I frequent. Couldn't resist. 

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She was trying sohard to hold the handsof two young daughters -one still in diapers and twofeet tall - tried sohard to get her to stayright by her sideto cross the parkinglot - the older one notrouble, grasping the pursestraps hung off mommy'sbent elbow - but the littleone was bouncing with allthe enthusiasm of a racketball - mom finally justgrabbed her ponytail and heldon - even as the

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April Fool's DayI would like to researchthis holiday. Whowas the hapless fool who'sfoolishness caused acelebration in his honor?Or could it have beenher honor? We allhave been fools, and been fooled,and so know how it feels.Who was this personwho's foolfulness transcendedthe bounds of the average,the mortal? I fear to look,to find out: The fool is me.First April ShowerLight April rain -

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I've recently been debating whether or not to remove all the actual poetry from this site. This is my reasoning: I am preparing to begin submitting my work (some of these included) to journals or other publications. The question I am asking myself is this: If I placed a poem on this blog, would that count as "previously published?" While I intend this forum as more a place to get feedback on

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What is it we love about the mundane, the everyday, the commercialism? I love the beautiful weather, the flexibility of being in classes, and working part-time, and being able to appreciate that beautiful weather. I love the phone call of a good friend. It always comes at the right time. Sometimes, it doesn't come when you need it. Or when you want it. Sometimes you just crave that contact,

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There are times when everything seems to go wrong at once. When stresses approach a breaking point, when the crack of that breach seems to reverberate all through a mind. It is a point everyone reaches in life. We all handle it differently, as well. Some people cry. They stay home, buried under sheets and blankets and comforters and pillows and cry until life does not make sense. They

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After 2 hours of 24, and some random procrastination TV after, I finally got down to all my image editing I had lined up tonight. Just finished and burned everything about 15 minutes ago. Mostly rotating and cropping photos of paintings so they can look amazing when published. I used a couple of nifty freeware editors, GIMP 2.0 which I find just as useful as Photoshop, only more legal, and

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Posted before my full two hours of 24 started... Enjoy!

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In a vision I see my fingersslide along her warm tautslightly pneumatic (as Huxleywould say) belly where hertight white shirt is pushedup against the undersideof her breasts andsteal beneath the elastic bandof her thin floor-lengthskirt and slowly pull itoff her hips while my tongueand lips caress every curveof her subtle belly and eachslight indention bend of herskin and the sweet saltof

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a NY Times article about a food critic working as a server...I found this at the WaiterRant blog... which I also want to point out again.If you've ever wondered how to behave, how to tip, or how to treat your fellow humans bringing your food and drinks, please check these out.The added benefit is that The Waiter is very funny. If nothing else, you can get a good laugh.

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While I took the dog for a walk,the wind blew cold and bitterfor such a sunny-blue day.The week’s temperature swings wreckedmy sinuses, and I smelled nothingof the early spring; the stiffwind kept it away besides.The Collie runs ahead, tailand nose high, stops and standsat the length of his tether,awaits me expectantlyto catch up and pass so hecan run again; this repeatsfor our entire trek.He

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This is what I fear:I fear growing old. I fear the turning-gray, falling-out hair. I fear the lack of comprehension. I fear I will end old having never grown up. I fear calling my grandson by his father’s or uncle’s name. I fear the true blindness that an ocular migraine showed me. That is one thing I fear.I fear having children. I fear the unpreparedness, the surprising

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My first application is going in the mail/over the wires tomorrow. Wish me luck and correct spelling in everything.

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I've recently submitted several poems to the Calliope, the student journal at NVCC. I am also participating as one of the inaugural student staff on said publication. This is the first issue where students are incorporated into the editorial and publication part of the issue. Obviously, since I have submitted poetry, I cannot judge in that category, but I will be reading in one of the other

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So I picked up 1812, The War that Formed a Nation, by Walter R. Borneman, recently to read for my History 121 class. I'm not exactly sure what we are supposed to write about it yet, but so far the book is holding my interest well. This is one of the wars that doesn't get taught much in schools. Probably because the United States really did not fair all that well during the beginning of the

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So his days went. He would go to class in the morning, have his studious break at the coffee shop, then go back to class in the evening. He worked Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. There was no break for him, but studying during his break in classes allowed him to visit the neighborhood bar or the bar at the restaurant where he worked, and drink either beer or wine, respectively. He enjoyed both,

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A man was sitting at one of the small tables in the coffee shop. A loose-leaf binder was open in front of him and on top of that sat a thick book. It was the kind of massive literature book seen in college, with tissue-paper-pages like a Bible, and easily three-thousand pages thick. The man was studious. He would read in the book, then pause and look out the plate-glass window,

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Fer real this time...

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Well, took all day, but I got copies of all the necessary transcripts, and the SAT scores should be in the mail in a couple of weeks.

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So, applying for transfer admission to university is a pain in the butt. Literally, I've been sitting at my computer for five hours today. What makes it such a big pain is that it has now been 9.5 years since high school, and getting all those transcripts and such. Not to mention SAT scores. AAAGGGGHHH!!!

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Due to school, social, and work stress, I've been on hiatus. I'm back and will update tonight.Love to all one or two of you.

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Once again, it's time for the Wednesday Words of the Week. First, though, I want to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving. Remember, it's a time to celebrate the things we do have and the luck and blessings bestowed on us throughout the year and our lives.What am I thankful for? Being blessed with understanding and supporting family. Friends who can accept me for who I am. Writing skills that

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Elegy for my Brothers in ArmsOnce asked for Happy Meals, an extra story,or, fans of Silverstein and Seuss, a poem.Once begged for candy and cookies in aisles of storeswhere, finding free samples, lined up to take one.Once pleaded for a Nintendo for Christmas orBirthday ‘cause all the other kids had them.Once denounced the value of broccoli and chores, aten minute discourse turned dinner to

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On Becoming Aware of DeathMaybe it was the year the Challenger failedon TV, maybe the year they showed the standingman in front of the tank, his hand paleagainst the olive-drab paint in the square in Beijingand he refused to move. He's crushed undertread and they showed clips on the newsfor a week, or maybe two, but over and overagain. These were not it, but I still had curfewat dark, and my

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These are the things I write:     Of the dis-used, those in the gutters ant-bitten and scourged,     Of the promises that so often go missed in the supple mechanics of politics,     Of those who use up all of themselves: the forgotten, the fried, the drug-addled, those who sleep too much, and those who sleep not at all.     I write of the single parents, the mothers, and those fathers, who must

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AubadeThe brilliant morning sun just over the treesThe evergreens, and the deciduous:     Pine, fir, juniper and redwood,     Oak, poplar, and magnolia,The morning sun rising over the trees and rows of homes behind mine (it faces the north and west)The townhomes and stand-alones, well-cared and run-down, manicured and ignored.The brilliant sun rising over these and the people in the homes:     

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First, our Quote:Say nothing of my religion. It is known to God and myself alone. Its evidence before the world is to be sought in my life: if it has been honest and dutiful to society the religion which has regulated it cannot be a bad one.--- Thomas JeffersonWhat concerns me is how much politics and politicians have started using religion as a crutch to motivate voters. Further concern is

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Saw the movie Jarhead last night. I liked it a lot. One of my friends, having seen it, described it as "the closest you can get to being a Marine without actually being one." Having been a Marine, I'd have to agree with his statement. The idea of waiting around (hurry up and wait) was breached in the movie, but I don't think the experience of it could actually be conveyed in a 2.5 movie. However,

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To enjoy successful figures of your chosen profession. I had the great opportunity last night to see Campbell McGrath and Mark Halliday read at the Folger Shakespeare Library downtown. These are two poets who enjoy rather great success in the public eye, both publishing several volumes of poems, as well as teaching at the university level. The subject of the reading was comedic poetry, and both

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Small DogsThey say small dogswere bred to hunt ratsand that makes senseThey rather resemblethe intended prey:low to the ground and wiry fur,but rats have a certainintelligence theirpursuers lackand furthermore arerather more quiet and calm.It seems we should breedsome large catsto rid us of thesecanine rats.04Jan2004---Yeah, it's old. Funny-poem Friday?

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I'm half-way to my quota for today (the 2nd), so here's a break. I can think of two really good things that might happen during these 29 days: One, writing makes one a better writer, and two, at the inevitable breaks from sitting in this chair, I'm going to get a lot stronger. I find myself doing pushups and stretches on break, getting the blood flowing, and to just distract myself from the

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And I haven't started my novel for NaNoWriMo yet. It's almost Nov. 3rd actually, so I guess tonight I have to get going.Plus I have homework, but grades are nothing!see yuns later.I figure I have to write about 2000 words a day to win this thing now. Or complete the challenge, anyways. Wish me luck.

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Somebody once said,"There are two kinds of people in the world, those who walk into a room and say, 'Okay, here I am,' and those who walk in and say 'Oh, there you are.'"I saw it on a quote site, but can't find it again, so there you are. I think it's interesting what this says about people. Sometimes I feel like I'm one, sometimes the other. It's impossible to put someone in either category

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The following to The Atlantic Monthly's Student writing contest. So I'm taking them off the blog for the near future, at least until I get the rejection letter.Japanese Steel IKeep OnSonnet IIAlso, I'm listening to John Denver's Leaving on a Jet Plane right now. It's awesome.

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Sonnet III On Becoming Aware of DeathMaybe it was the year the Challenger failedon TV, maybe the year they showed the standingman in front of the tank, his hand paleagainst the olive-drab paint in the square in Beijingand he refused to move. He's crushed undertread and they showed clips on the newsfor a week, or maybe two, but over and overagain. These were not it, but I still had curfewat

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The finalization of the story of the saturday party, how about a bunch of poems out of my journal. Unedited, as always, with the exception of notes made in the margins.

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RifleWhen held in hand,this eight and a halfpound plastic and metalloaded machinedoes not seemlike enough to kill:it is a toy.Even when pocketed intothe shoulder hardand strapped to armand targeted to paperit does not seemlike enough to kill:it is a toy.Even when trigger pulledso slightlyand recoiled through to feetand body returned to restit does not seemlike enough to kill:it is a toy.Until the

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Spring, Fort BraggIn spring in the pine foothillsof North Carolinathe wind pullsmustard yellow curtainsacross the firebreaks.Pollen collectson week-old rain puddleswhere mosquitoes breed.Yellowed camouflage trucksno longer green and brownbut an even matte yellow.Yellow paste makeupcovers even the eyelashesof the Marines, changes themto the ghosts they will becomegiven time and war enough,

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The Drill Instructorwith thanks to Ted Kooser, for the phrase "shoes carved from obsidian" from a lecture at the Library of CongressAn Air Force Officertold me once,before I enlisted,that the worst thingin his Basic Trainingwas hearing the metallicclick of the Sergeant'stap-augmented shoesbefore the lights flashed on.So, when I got to Parris Island,I was not preparedfor the sound of a

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A Word, the SoundThis was unintentional:a bridge, somewhere,away in the country,was loweredwith a word.a dam, far away,on a trickle stream,was openedwith a word.This is how floodsbegin.a trickle, slowand smallbut just enoughto overflow banks or roadsdownstream.Animals know the sound:low grinding scraping slowcrack.They flee.We humans always know betterbut a manwith his lightning skisor biting

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Let me say it this way... I have not had that much fun in a long time. Thank you, Frankie, and all the friends I know through you and Mr.-X. :)There will be much description and name changing in a future installment.

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I know I haven't been writing many stories lately, things have been very busy between school and work. There is a story in the works, but I hope the poems have been keeping my one or two readers happy. Happy Friday!

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Japanese Steel, IIChopped parsley rests on the cutting board,wet, green, smelling of chlorophylllike fresh-cut grass.The Ginsu Knife rests in my green fingers,sharp, steel, finely balancedand mass-produced.There was a time when Japanese Steel wascrafted, folded by Masters' handsover many months.I wonder how long it took for the Samurai Swordto evolve that perfect curve for slicing,reflected in

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Well, don't know how many of you read Salon, but I found this interesting article on the current state of masculinity in men of my generation. Big interesting ideas from "there is a super-abundance of attractive, intelligent young women whom a man is very unlikely to be worthy of, who nevertheless set a higher value on him than he sets on them. This makes any sort of decision very difficult."To

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The Monday night movie-thing has been postponed until possibly tomorrow, and possibly indefinitely, due to work conflicts. The lack of a canceling phone call was not really a surprise. The surprise came at the apologizing phone call, which I (naively, maybe) took to be a good sign. But for those in suspense (including myself), we shall discover tomorrow.

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A long low sun hangs at the line of earth and skyscrub on the crests of ravines and gullies and canyonsand tile- and shingle- topped roofsslide past the red-orange ball, flick shadows on and off:the dark: cool, dewy; the light: warming.the sand, the hard pack, the claythe left the right the breathethe sand, hardpack, claythe left the right left breathescrub sand asphalt breatheroad sidewalk

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Removed while under consideration by The Atlantic Monthly. --NOTES-- Revision 1 Well, you can tell there's been some changes. I tried to do a little tightening as far as words like 'the' and 'and.' I hope this helped strengthen the poem. I have a habit of ending lines with words like that, and it just weakens a poem. Makes it less forceful, causes less impact. I also tidied up spelling and

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I just had to put this link in. LMAO.And I'll have more up tomorrow... maybe.

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Had one beer tonight after work with dinner. Now, granted, dinner wasn't until 10:45 tonight, but that is just one factor that comes with working in a restaraunt. Speaking of which, there are follies attached to working in a neighborhood one, even a nice one. I won't go into those now, but let's just say it's frustrating. Anyways, I was going to work on some of those poems, but I am exhausted.

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Woke up early to write my paper due today. Managed three pages in an hour. Luckily it was just an essay, and not a research paper. Took The Dog for a good two mile walk and about ten minutes of leash free running this morning, too. And not a sip of alcohol today.I also learned in my Poetry Class why I tend to write in trochees rather than iambs: I grew up with them. I have three names and a

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My day one in the experiment of self control is deemed a success. No alcohol, and less than one pack of cig's consumed. However, I was still awake until 0330. Today, my goal is the same, with a slight improvement in sleeping hours. Let's say, 0200.The overall goal of this is to break my bad habit of drinking too much every night. This habit has cost me a drop in my grades, as well as a couple

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The current assignment for poetry workshop is to write a free-verse poem that focuses on the sound devices used throughout, without using clear-cut, obvious end-rhyme. This is actually a major revision of a poem I tried writing today, but didn't come out right, so I started with a blank sheet.Keep OnRhythm keeps on beats on dreams ontrumpet and saxophone circle the otherand dance the staircase up

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This is a group of poems we write in class as a 5-minute warmup to get into the mindset for writing and talking about poetry. I've tried to place them in chronological order... But maybe not.Goes like this: 5 words are put up on the board, and 5 minutes are given to write, including as many of the words as possible. I've found that even when I haven't been productive all day, all I need sometimes

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You can read about it here. Each year the American Library Association creates a list of the most challenged books in the previous year.If nothing else, find some provocative new reading on that list (it had to have pissed someone off)

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err... if anyone read this already, sorry I'm drunk...And so begins the experiment.Starting tomorrow, a week with no alcohol. Can it be done? Certainly many people do it all the time... Can it be done by me? Well those of you who know me may be laughing your asses off right now......So the experiment begins... daily updates to follow.

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Hey, just wanted to mention I've added a new link over in the sidebar.waiterrant.netI like it.

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My car is in the shop. Off-base, in the shop, and things still have to get done. The Sergeant wants me to drop off digital files at Division print office. These will be printed at something like 3x5 feet, and serve as boards for different things on Field Ops. We have a Fire Mission Board, that tracks up to six currently engaged fire missions. A fire mission is what happens when a Forward Observer

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Meet, Date, Time, SexMeether hairher eyesher lipsher noseher handher fingernailsher skirther legsher sandalsher toesher smileDatethe candlethe knifethe forkthe platethe merlotthe chocolatethe espressothe hugthe lipsthe cheekthe smileTimethe callthe daythe callthe callthe datethe callthe weekthe datethe monththe datesthe smileSexher hairher eyesher lipsher neckher lavenderher silkher nippleher

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Removed while under consideration by The Atlantic Monthly.

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Removed while under consideration by The Atlantic Monthly.

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Conflicted orResponse to a Reading by Joy Harjo atThe National Museum of the Native American, Wash. D.C.I know Native blood flowsthrough my veins, my arteriesthrough my bones, my liverthrough my lungs, my kidneysthrough my heart.I hear red hands poundon the drums of my earslate in the night.I hear voices of sorrowkeen in my mindon the wind of mountains.I hear Mother’s Father’s Mother’

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"From now on, ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which I will not put." -Winston Churchillcricket, cricketNo, seriously, I laughed out loud at this.what's wrong with me?only an english major...

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A list of things I bought at Borders today70$1- 2006 Moleskine Weekly Planner (they should do these by school year)2- (3) Moleskine cahiers (journals)3- Absolution Gap by Alastair Reynolds4- The November(?) issue of Analog5- The American Short Story - a collection of American authors, from Irving to Faulkner to Hemingway, and etc. ($8!!!)6- Sep/Oct issue of Writers' Journal7- Fall '05 issue of

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This is a very rough draft of a poem I'm working on for my workshop. The plan is to allow readers (that's you) to follow the revision processes I go through. Each new version will be posted, along with comments as to what changed, and why. I hope this will be enlightening and interesting.Also, it should be pointed out that the assignment was to construct a poem entirely of nouns, with no adverbs/

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I need to sleep, but if I try to now, I won't wake up at 7:30 like I need to. hmm... My grandfather's in town. Taking him to breakfast in the morning. He's a really cool guy. Every time he meets a girl friend of mine he is the greatest gentleman and has a present for her. Even if he doesn't really like her. (like with J., whom he was right about by the way, bitch!)I guess I'm going to try to take

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Your Birthdate: August 17Your birth on the 17th day of the month suggests that you are very lucky financially, because this date indicates a solid business sense.Although you are probably very honest and ethical, this birthday enables you to be shrewd and successful in the world of business and commercial enterprise.You have excellent organizational, managerial, and administrative capabilities

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This is pretty cool. Oh, what I do with my time when homework (esp. French) is awaiting.

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You Are a Fool orFor Eric Onlyyou are a fool to consider me beautiful -Billy Collins, NightclubI stood you up.Flowers and smilesentered my mindwhen you did.So I stood you up.You, aspiring poet,could not neglectthe Laureate’s talk(how could you?)so you went alone.You went alone,hoped I would show,late, or call.When you checkedemail, it was there,patient, the message:I felt things

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Sawdust hovers in atmospheremoist rich and heavyflamed by sliced sun raysA spirit slides through, stirsthe silt of sawdust and dustbunniesinto vortices swirling, followingto a separate roomCataracted windows black lightthe star's beams from lemonto mango to deep pomegranatethat clings to swirling dustlike silt at the bottomof the ocean.Poetry

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I just finished The Time Traveler's Wife, but I have to be on my way to work right now. So I will make a post later tonight on it.

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I know, these two posts below this are annoying. They'll rotate off soon enough, I just don't know how to FTP into blogspot. If anyone knows, drop me a line.Just trying to index things so they're easy to find.(one of my pet peeves is people not understanding the differences between there, their, and they're)

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In SpainAbandoned SpiritYou are a FoolMeet, Date, Time, Sex02 Sept, 2005Rev. 212 Sept, 2005Japanese SteelSonnet IIConflictedVarious In-Class WritingsKeep OnRevision 209 Oct, 2005Japanese Steel, IIA Word, the SoundThe Drill InstructorSpring, Fort BraggRifle

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The Virginia Evaluation for IntelligenceA Rocky Start, Parts 1-3Avalanche

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Despite what the illustrious Dooce says, eventually I am going to write about my job, and the last one, and the one before that. I just got a great laugh outa her blog.

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I received The Time-Traveler's Wife as one of my presents on Wednesday, and I've totally doven into it. Unlike Lightness of Being the naration in this novel is non-existant. The whole story is narrated by the two main characters. I'm very impressed with it so far, and I'll post more as I get further along.

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In the close-leaned alleysof Zaragoza, outside the hotelrented for the shower and privatepulp walls, and the breeze acrossopen skylights of the top floor.Not for the view, all TV antennae andmedieval church steeples of brownand black stone. In the alleythe hotel empties on silver-worncobblestones, and there, besidea miniature studio-apartment stove,is Jeremy in his white sailor'sliberty uniform

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Of classes finally over. I'm taking a Poetry and a Composition class, so I should be much more prolific during the semester. Also (hopefully) a lot less drunk.

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Lookee what happened on my birthday:http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050818/ap_on_re_us/btk_killingshmmm….. I was voting for the Death Penalty, but whatever.

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I just woke up. Ended the night stumbling home. Haven't been that drunk in years. Litterally. I think that things might be coalescing. However it's spelled. I need to stop drinking so much all the time. More on that later.

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and everyone else who's on the 17th.

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This is a story I am currently working on revising. I got lots of great comments from my workshop this summer, and I'm just opening this to a (hopefully) wider audience. This is how I turned the story in to class, without further revisions. The Virginia Evaluation For Intelligence “Will the following students please report to room 171 for VEFI testing…” Oh please, oh

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What exactly do you do when, out of nowhere, you lose your breath? When an unexpected encounter leaves you wondering what in the hell just happened? Who was that?This is what happened to me on my first encounter with Melissa. Flabbergasted and tongue-tied I felt like a middle-schooler again. Not only was she beautiful, but smart, and kind, and (this is important for me) interesting. On top of

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Part ISo where do things go from here? What kind of action does one take, to express one's immediate and overwhelming feelings? Do you just blurt out all of the impressions and pour a heartful of blood out onto the table through slit elbows, or do you hold it in until some point later where you can look on things from a more logical perspective (as Spock would say)?In my experience, I have always

Eric Heald-Webbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394861829552114728noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761208.post-1123016041285657492005-08-02T15:39:00.000-05:002005-08-03T21:33:11.526-05:00

Very... Different. The narrator breaks in with philosophizing all the time. It seems like the book would only be half as long if not for it. A story (in my opinion) should not need that much explanation, but it could just be the de facto style in former soviet bloc countries. I haven't seen the movie yet, but if it breaks in with the same things, it might be unbearable. (heh heh)I saw Episode 3

Eric Heald-Webbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394861829552114728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761208.post-1122963398247072882005-08-02T01:15:00.000-05:002005-08-02T01:16:38.253-05:00

Must be signed and dated by both parties and a witness.

Eric Heald-Webbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394861829552114728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761208.post-1122875664771013302005-08-01T00:44:00.000-05:002005-08-01T00:54:24.776-05:00

So, at the end, you are wondering where the American Dream has got itself to. I'm left thinking, thirty-five years later, and drunk, and not responsible, the same thing. My thing is more like this, however:Was there any such thing as the American Dream? Did it ever exist, or was it just a fascination with an entire generation. That generation was basically split in half. Who supported the

Eric Heald-Webbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394861829552114728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761208.post-1122848513932923392005-07-31T17:10:00.000-05:002005-07-31T17:37:38.610-05:00

I just finished reading The World According to Garp, and started in on Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas this morning. I was sitting at my coffee shop, drinking coffee (!) and waiting for my buddy to call me. We were going to shoot firearms at a range he knew about. A .357mag revolver and a .45 1911 model. I shot both, and I have to say, for first time shooting (pistols) I did fairly well. Four inch

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this post deleted seeing as how it sucked and wasn't going anywhere.Eric

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