Quote of the Day: Last Friday of September 2008

Self is finally able to catch her breath today (Self, you are so lame:  isn’t this the same beginning you used for a post yesterday?  Has your brain become so dessicated from teaching overload that you cannot think of another way to begin a post?  But, once again, I digress)

Okey-dokey, self has just finished wrapping up a morning of mega-lesson-plan preparation for the coming week’s classes.  She had a veritable diarrhea of ideas and devised two quizzes, two assignments (the hardest she could possibly make them) and three hand-outs.  Then, since she was feeling so fulfilled, so very self-satisfied, she decided to e-mail Marc Fitten of The Chattahoochee Review to see in which issue her story “Dumpster” would be appearing.  And she received an immediate reply, which went:

That’s been out for a couple of months!  Didn’t you get your copies?  I’ll send to you when i get back to the office.  The city is out of gas and my cars are both empty.

So, self e-mailed back:

Are you serious?  How does a city run out of gas???

And, thus far, there has been no reply.  But, seriously, self would really like to know how this happens.  At least here, in California, there is gas, though it costs an arm and a leg (self thinking now of Barbara Ehrenreich and how she gripes in Nickel and Dimed about gas being so expensive, and at that time it was only $2/gallon —  This country is certainly going to the dogs!  For proof, one has only to look at the current occupant of the White House, who in the last series of press conferences has looked ashen-faced, haggard, and a million years older than he looked at the start of his presidency)

And then, woo-hoo, this is really self’s day for making connections, for she then decides to leave a message for Drew the composer in New York, and he calls back right away.  And then self has to wrench her mind from short stories to librettos (yet another of self’s myriad of projects —  ha ha ha!) and here is a list of the composers Drew mentioned in the course of our 15-mintue conversation:

  • Schoenberg
  • Debussy
  • Stravinsky

If self is not mistaken, there was also mention made of Bluebeard’s Castle and W. H. Auden.

And —  what is with this weather?  It was supposed to cool off today, thereby eliminating the need for self to water.  But it’s hot as mid-summer, suddenly.  Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.

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