Sunday, January 10, 2010

You Are Cordially Invited to the Puddle's Grand Reopening

Don't complain about the small words-- the typed version is at the end of this post!


In the tradition of an especially ol NaNoWriMo pep talk, I'm going retro and hand writing this post instead of typing it. I've been wrting again-- real poems-- and they've all been hand written. Ther's something intensely gratifing about writing something down, rereading it fifteen times, taking a red pen to it, and putting it in neat, perfect type only when the words are perfect themselves. Make sense?

I was reading Time magazine yesterday, adn there was this article about Kindle vs. nook, and it ended by sayng both e-readers are going to be obsolete soon anyways, so it doesn't matter. YES! I cheer, but my exultation is waaay premature. The only reason for this extinction: Apple's new Tablet, the all-in-one e-reader/notebook/laptop thng that will revolutionize LIFE.

So now Apple is taking over the world. Great. (*Side note: yes, I have and iPhone. Apple is ok in small doses.)

Anyways. WE've redecorated the upstairs, so now it has actual working lights and a little sofa, plus a corner that I've turned into my writing "office". It's really just my magnetic poetry board and a wall I've turned into a bulletin board, but it's till my space-- my corner, my Little Women-esque garret. It's nice.

It's night time, but I feel pretty sunny. Things are still going right-- for now, at least. Usually i'm always thinking about two years from now, about Boston and snow and people who say stuff like "wicked good chowdah", (which is seriously what one of the waitresses told us about the clam chowder when I was last in Boston). But surprisingly, I'm ok where I am. No fast-forward button required.

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2 comments:

  1. AlejandraJanuary 11, 2010 at 7:37 PM

    FINALLY! it took you long enough.

    but seriously, though. you may not write often, but when you do, it makes the wait worthwhile.

    :)

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  2. natalieJanuary 21, 2010 at 9:54 PM

    poetry? really? talking is one thing; i think i speak more with my writing, my goodbye waves and my middle finger(as you may recall). but in this case, speaking and talking are two different things. as in:
    right: "that plastic bag floating freely in the wind really speaks to me."
    wrong: "that plastic bag floating freely in the wind really talks to me."
    that, and the first one just sounds classier.
    but i digress, sort of. i would love to talk in poetry. someday, i'd love to speak in poetry too. :] but thanks. <3

    you already know how i feel about this post, haha. but i'll elaborate:
    - handwritten words should not be turning retro already! nooo!
    - but in this day and age where there is a pill for papercuts, let alone cramps from handwriting things, this shouldn't surprise me.
    - i refuse to trade in the smell and feel of fresh paper for cold, unfeeling plastic and battery acid.
    - your writing desk sounds like a little slice of heaven.
    - two years is not so far. soon, you too will have an accent.

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