A Student Submits a Piece (Assignment # 2: Create a List)

I.

A woman is hungry. She searches her house and all she discovers is a piece of stale white toast. She takes a bite and discovers it is soaking wet.

II.

A woman’s dryer is full of water. Her first thought is to read the dryer instructions on removing water. She squats down but cannot see/read the instructions around the control button. Suddenly, a stranger is standing right behind her. The woman realizes all she has on are “mini tiny shorts.” She feels naked.

III.

A woman is in “a poorly lit place” having a manicure. She realizes she left her purse in the car. She retrieves her purse, but she finds that the way to the manicure place is now uphill, and she is wearing high platform shoes. The manicurist tells the woman she owes $400.

IV.

A woman is with her son by a pool. It is time for some scheduled pool activity to begin but the boy stays outside the pool, playing and teasing his mother, “for what seems like hours.” The woman begins crying hard.


Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Nostalgia for HOTEL AMERIKA, Vol. 8, No. 2

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Redwood City, California: Thursday, 19 October 2017

Vol. 8, No. 2 of Hotel Amerika was the trans-genre issue.

The opening piece was by Charlene Fix, “Less Than Zero”:

I know what Robert Downey, Jr. looks like and it’s not like you.
Yet he’s a ringer for you in this film, and we’re arrested,
handcuffed, booked, and sentenced to the couch for the duration.

Self’s piece in the same issue was “Ghosts”:

I dreamt about my sister, dead these many years. It seemed she was in a place of ghosts. In my dream I put my face up to hers and kissed her cheek and said, “I’ll always be your sister.”

Another piece in the same issue: “Alice Ages and Ages,” by Sarah White

ALICE IS OLD

She had the mirror removed years ago but has never stopped studying herself.

“Witness”: Published 2010 in NECESSARY FICTION

Thanks a bunch, Necessary Fiction, for all you do for the literary community. You’re a great web-zine! Self was first referred to you by Beth Coryell Alvarado, a fellow creative writing fellow in the Stanford University Creative Writing Program, and you published self’s short story, Witness, in February 2010.

An excerpt:

Witness (published in Necessary Fiction, 2/10/2010)

You were tired, that day. You were riding in a car with your daughter, Caroline, and Jay, her new husband, and they were arguing. They acted as though you weren’t there. Caroline swerved once, narrowly avoiding a collision. You bit your lip, you sighed, you rested your head back against the seat. The noises from the front continued, unabated.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

PERSONAL HEROES: FIREFIGHTERS OF CALIFORNIA

Trump is rather disinterested in the raging wildfires that have wrought havoc on Northern California.

Fires started over a week ago.

Self’s flight to Albuquerque on Thursday, 12 October, was cancelled due to “weather.”

Self’s flight to Albuquerque on Friday, 13 October, was cancelled again due to “weather.”

Self learned from another passenger in the SFO United terminal that the cancellations began on Wednesday.

Son’s wedding was on Saturday, 14 October.

The only thing that saved her was: another of son’s friends, Alex Case, was in the United terminal, scheduled for the same 11 a.m. flight to Albuquerque. Somehow, we found each other (first sighting since son’s high school graduation and Alex had grown at least two feet), found an American Airlines flight to LAX, and then got another flight from there to Albuquerque, finally arriving 8:30 p.m., missing the rehearsal dinner.

But: she made her son’s wedding! She made her son’s wedding! She made her son’s wedding!

Last night, she flew back to the San Francisco Bay Area. Her seatmate said, “There’s still smoke.” We looked out at the darkness. Above the twinkling lights of the city was an area that was a different pall. And self thought: the firemen have been fighting since the fires started, over a week ago now. And the fires have only just started being contained.

Each fireman deserves a medal. A big fat gold medal.

Stay tuned.

Spotlight on: CAFE IRREAL

With nods to Kafka. Kafka. Kafka.

Café Irreal is an online zine, edited by G. S. Evans and Alice Whittenburg, that has been in continuous publication since 1998 (Oh, kudos. Major kudos). Its focus is on writing about The Irreal.

They published self’s Appetites and The Secret Room.

The opening of Appetites:

  • When she was a girl, she ate crab, bitter melon, rice soup. She loved milkfish, which at that time was still abundant. The cook, who was as dear to her as her own mother, served her glutinous rice cakes, salmon cured with tamarind salt, grilled squid stuffed with chorizo, the meat of young coconuts.

Food is life. Yes.

Stay tuned.

 

Share Your World: 16 October 2017

How SYW (Share Your World) Works:

Create your post answering the four questions below, then post a link to Cee Neuner’s blog in the comment box.

  1. If you had to move to a country besides the one you currently live in, where would you move and why?
  2. What color would you like your bedroom to be?
  3. What makes you Happy? Make a list of things in your life that bring you joy.
  4. What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?

Here are self’s answers:

If you had to move to a country besides the one you currently live in, where would you move and why?

The Philippines, since I grew up there.

England, because I adore theatre and everything related to. And because it’s an easy hop from there to my other favorite country: Ireland.

What color would you like your bedroom to be?

A deep red. The kind I first saw in Edinburgh, in 2012.

What makes you happy? Make a list of things in your life that bring you joy.

  • Discovering new places
  • Visiting museums
  • Being with son, his wife Jennie, and their friends
  • Writing
  • Reading a good book
  • Looking at flowers

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?

Eating Bone Marrow Tapas at Mas Tapas y Vino on 2nd in downtown Albuquerque.

Haven’t had bone marrow in soooo long. Self loved it growing up in the Philippines.

 

 

 

Throwback Sunday to GoT S7E02: All the FEELZ

The Verge on S7:02:

  • . . . who can I give a -500 for the utterly ridiculous sequencing of this episode? Jorah is writing Daenerys a rueful love letter, and it’s unclear who is going to agree to mail his toxic germs to the new self-proclaimed Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. He is like a walking 180 pounds of anthrax and very, very sad. But luckily, Sam is now practicing experimental medicine.

Laughing-so-hard-self-is-crying emoji.

Hey, did someone decide to write Gendry out of Season 8 because how come Joe Dempsie is not in Belfast right now, when the rest of the cast is? It’s all the fault of those thousands of people who threw shade on him for his run to Eastwatch. Self’s right arm got so tired from all the blocks she had to do so that her Twitter feed would be Gendry Shade-Free.

Wonder if Joe ever responded to her editor’s request for an interview? If he hasn’t (yet), self will volunteer to do the interview (and hounding) because, hey, she’ll be in London soon. So this interview can be conducted in person. Which means it will be so good, so mind-blowingly good.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Flower of the Day 2: 15 October 2017

Self has been enjoying participating in Cee Neuner’s Photo Challenges.

The Flower of the Day is happening through October.

For her second post on this Photo Challenge, here’s a close-up of one of the fading hydrangeas on her front porch:

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Hydrangeas, Front Porch: October 2017

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

SCALE: The Daily Post Photo Challenge, 11 October 2017

Very interesting challenge from The Daily Post this week!

SCALE

Photography ” . . .  is all about perspective, where and how you place other objects in the frame . . . ” — Erica V., The Daily Post

Here are some examples of SCALE: (1) at the Louvre, in front of the Mona Lisa (2) in Bath’s Royal Crescent, the entrance to Royal Crescent # 1 and (3) in New York’s Russian Tea Room, next to Carnegie Hall. Self’s first trip to New York City was with Dearest Mum, who once played at Carnegie Hall. This September, she took Dearest Mum, who’s now past 80, for lunch at the Russian Tea Room. We had the best time.

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The Louvre, May 2017

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Royal Crescent No. 1 (Royal Crescent Museum), Bath

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The Russian Tea Room, 57th St., New York City (Next to Carnegie Hall): Dearest Mum took self here, her first time in New York City, decades ago. The place hasn’t changed a bit.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Cee Neuner: Flower of the Day, 12 October 2017

For Cee Neuner’s Flower of the Day photo prompt:

A shot of the Orinda Hills, last month, as self was leaving Bruns Amphitheatre after watching Measure for Measure:

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Flowers in the photograph are teensy. She thinks those are penstemons.

Pray the California wildfires cease.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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