Mundane

So, there's this boy here. I was eating dinner with him, and afterwards, being lazy, I took the elevator. he walked up, and pushed the call button on every single floor as he went by. such a bastard. :) Just to annoy me. Possibly because I made him say "Auminum." (he's british, he says it all wrong.) Well, probably not just that. But at least I feel better about laughing so hard I couldn't breathe outside of his door last night. Not that I was feeling really guilty about it, I mean. But just in case I was. (as for why I was laughing outside of his door, look at last night's entry. ) I will be walking up with him from now on though I think. Just to remove temptation from his presense.

Clarion Week Two

I loath the Strokes's first song. I realise that I should like it, that it should be just what I like to listen to, but no, I loathe it. That said, I love Hard to Explain. I tried to dislike it when I figured out it was by them, but I still love it. Even watching the video, I still love it. I'm such a slut.

I was realizing this at critique this morning. People point out all these flaws. Well, truth of the matter is, if I like the story, I don't mind mistakes with it. I'll point them out, but hell, one story I crited earlier this week I wouldn't have blinked at in one of the big three. We made all sorts of suggestions, but really, I think it was publishable as it was. More than one, probably, but that one just sticks in my memory. It's awful--we've started critiquing second stories, and so I've completely forgotten about first stories. I kept having to ask my couchmate what the hell story the person being critiqued had written last week. I'm apalling. I suck. I beg people's forgiveness. On the plus side, I remember people's names.

Clarion

So, this year is Clarion's 35th aniversary. And today, when the 7 of us filed down to the coffee shop to work, 6 of us with laptops slung over our shoulders, is not a day that would have been possible 35 years ago. It's more like something they might have been writing about then.

Growing up

Kiwi's getting a house! And a mortage! She's becoming a real girl! Everyone with her on IM should mock her.

Small World

Oh, weirdness. Chatting with people from the writing mailing list, and one posts a link to her very good friend's page. I look at it, think, wow, that site--ralf.org--looks really familar. Poke around in the page, noticing a couple of other things. Then suddenly, the light bulb goes off. Oh! He used to be on Tamson House. Weirdness of weirdnesses.