I am done ranting.
The unladylike language does not become me.
You know what does become me? Natty Light, bags, Minnesota, fires, and little baby Mary Janes for the parents-to-be J and S.
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Summer is rapidly, rapidly coming to an end around here. I won't complain, since I've spent most of it either poolside or on my bike, but I still feel like we're just getting started, man. We're just getting started.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Check your ego at the door.
So, I am in charge (kinda) of this thing in the fall, and it's a good thing, a great thing, really, because it encourages young creative writers. I am excited to meet these young writers this year and think we have put together something great for them. A whole day of writing in all different kinds of genres.
Except now I have to deal with egos of all shapes and sizes--not from the kids, but from the ADULTS who are leading some of the workshops.
I get the "I may just have to bow out" card a lot from one particular person. Oh yeah? Well guess what? You can't. 2 months ago, you agreed to do this, and oh yeah again, your name and picture are all over the fucking website and literature.
Oh, and God forbid you actually spend 60 minutes in a fucking meeting so we can all be on the same page, and so your workshop doesn't blow, and have you forgotten we're paying you a couple hundred dollars to what amounts to about 30 minutes of actual work? Because last year, during your workshop? Everyone else did all the fucking legwork.
Jesus Christ. I just wish that when some agree to be a part of something that involves a lot of people and planning, they actually invest themselves. Throw me a bone, for God's sake.
Except now I have to deal with egos of all shapes and sizes--not from the kids, but from the ADULTS who are leading some of the workshops.
I get the "I may just have to bow out" card a lot from one particular person. Oh yeah? Well guess what? You can't. 2 months ago, you agreed to do this, and oh yeah again, your name and picture are all over the fucking website and literature.
Oh, and God forbid you actually spend 60 minutes in a fucking meeting so we can all be on the same page, and so your workshop doesn't blow, and have you forgotten we're paying you a couple hundred dollars to what amounts to about 30 minutes of actual work? Because last year, during your workshop? Everyone else did all the fucking legwork.
Jesus Christ. I just wish that when some agree to be a part of something that involves a lot of people and planning, they actually invest themselves. Throw me a bone, for God's sake.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Lake Yankton
Water, water, everywhere!
Bridgie!:
Neysa!:
Nathan!:
Lewis and Clark!:
Shoreline!:
Me!:
Fat canoe on a little car!:
Bridgie!:
Neysa!:
Nathan!:
Lewis and Clark!:
Shoreline!:
Me!:
Fat canoe on a little car!:
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
10 Days in Pictures
God, it's good to be back in Vermillion. I went for a long bike ride last night and the fireflies were out and the town smelled like clean laundry and flowers.
Here's what I've been up to:
One-seventh of the South Heart Class of '99:
Sam and I swimming in Ottertail, MN:
Lovely bridesmaids:
My dad and his girls:
Me, Grandma, and my Great Aunt Bernie:
The best man, Rafty, giving his speech:
Me and my date:
The boys of the wedding:
Here's what I've been up to:
One-seventh of the South Heart Class of '99:
Sam and I swimming in Ottertail, MN:
Lovely bridesmaids:
My dad and his girls:
Me, Grandma, and my Great Aunt Bernie:
The best man, Rafty, giving his speech:
Me and my date:
The boys of the wedding:
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