What do you expect from such simple creatures?
Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Chocolate is just another snack.
You can be president.
You can never be pregnant.
You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.
You can wear NO T-shirt to a water park.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
The world is your urinal.
You never have to drive to another gas station restroom
because this one
is just too icky.
You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on
a bolt.
Same work, more pay.
Wrinkles add character.
Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental -- $100.
People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.
The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.
New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
One mood -- all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks.
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can open all your own jars.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your
friend.
Your underwear is $8.95 for three-pack.
Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.
You almost never have strap problems in public.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
Everything on your face stays its original color.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life.
Your belly usually hides your big hips.
One wallet and one pair of shoes one color for all seasons.
You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.
You can "do" your nails with a pocketknife.
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24
in 25 minutes.
No wonder men are happier!
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Selected Reviewers' Comments on Moon Goddess
It always comes down to a choice: she can be herself, or she can be loved by a mortal man. Tonight, she stands at the devil’s crossroads once again.
Moon Goddess
Some selected reviewers' comments:
...exquisite, compact work, bursting with evocative detail and layered resonance... I’ve little to offer but praise. The whole setup with the bat and the casualness of its death is sublime. That carries through the piece like a low rumble of distant thunder and leaves a subtle unease in its wake – the sort of thing that sets apart mundane prose from genuine achievement, however brief the word count.
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I always like when someone can renew a myth, or any story, making it his/her own. When T.S. Eliot asked Ezra Pound how to write something if all good stories had been taken, Pound told him "Make it new."
I feel that's what has happened here.
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Beautiful compressed tale---love the interweaving of myth and present reality... fascinating mainly for the wells of underlying thought it opens up. You tell a good story, Ginger.
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This is a beautiful story, full of rich meaning. The first paragraph, which invokes summer evenings of the past, is lovely. One of your great strengths as a writer, Ginger, is your wonderful sense of place. In that one paragraph I am brought back to those long evenings full of fireflies and shadows... The mixing of the hero-rescuer and the rescued is blurred here. It is Ginny, finally, who realizes that she really is Ariadne, and that the difference between Ariadne and Theseus is not so great as one would think.
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Moon Goddess
Some selected reviewers' comments:
...exquisite, compact work, bursting with evocative detail and layered resonance... I’ve little to offer but praise. The whole setup with the bat and the casualness of its death is sublime. That carries through the piece like a low rumble of distant thunder and leaves a subtle unease in its wake – the sort of thing that sets apart mundane prose from genuine achievement, however brief the word count.
---
I always like when someone can renew a myth, or any story, making it his/her own. When T.S. Eliot asked Ezra Pound how to write something if all good stories had been taken, Pound told him "Make it new."
I feel that's what has happened here.
---
Beautiful compressed tale---love the interweaving of myth and present reality... fascinating mainly for the wells of underlying thought it opens up. You tell a good story, Ginger.
---
This is a beautiful story, full of rich meaning. The first paragraph, which invokes summer evenings of the past, is lovely. One of your great strengths as a writer, Ginger, is your wonderful sense of place. In that one paragraph I am brought back to those long evenings full of fireflies and shadows... The mixing of the hero-rescuer and the rescued is blurred here. It is Ginny, finally, who realizes that she really is Ariadne, and that the difference between Ariadne and Theseus is not so great as one would think.
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Thursday, May 05, 2005
Today was warm enough for me to finish setting out my pepper plants and my green bean seedlings. It was fun to play in the Miracle Grow (aka dirt) and send my little green babies out in the big, bad world to fend for themselves. I started three begonia bulbs, and KJ gave me a petunia plant that she says is "guaranteed to bloom within three days" for Mother's Day. I'm a bit dubious, but time will tell...
What is it that drives us to spend $X on Miracle Grow, and planters, and seeds, in order to enjoy homegrown vegetables? I mean, the cost can't be recouped this year or even next year. My husband tells me the pay-off is seeing me play in the dirt. I think he's right. It sure felt good to me!
Cross your fingers for my peppers and beans. I could eat as much as the plants can produce. Mmm, fresh green beans! Glorious sweet peppers! If I only had more space...
What is it that drives us to spend $X on Miracle Grow, and planters, and seeds, in order to enjoy homegrown vegetables? I mean, the cost can't be recouped this year or even next year. My husband tells me the pay-off is seeing me play in the dirt. I think he's right. It sure felt good to me!
Cross your fingers for my peppers and beans. I could eat as much as the plants can produce. Mmm, fresh green beans! Glorious sweet peppers! If I only had more space...
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Someone sent me a link to a sex offender database. It's Registered Sex Offender Database and you can check to see what REGISTERED sex offenders live in your area. There's a disclaimer saying several states don't participate, but if the offender was convicted in a state that does report, they still show up when you enter the ZIP code. For instance, West Virginia doesn't participate, but there are two offenders registered in Ohio who show up in my ZIP code area.
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Have received some great reviews on First Amendment so far. It's being workshopped on Zoetrope. The only not-so-great review mentions questions about events in the story that are indicative of the reviewer's ignorance and not fallacies in the story. I wish people could separate the two when they enter reviews. Sigh. Such is life.
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Still cold-ish around here, but the sun keeps valiantly trying to shine. My youngest has a performance this evening. It's the end-of-the-year musical for her magnet school of music. They're usually pretty entertaining. So much talent in these little ones. Must support it!
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Have received some great reviews on First Amendment so far. It's being workshopped on Zoetrope. The only not-so-great review mentions questions about events in the story that are indicative of the reviewer's ignorance and not fallacies in the story. I wish people could separate the two when they enter reviews. Sigh. Such is life.
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Still cold-ish around here, but the sun keeps valiantly trying to shine. My youngest has a performance this evening. It's the end-of-the-year musical for her magnet school of music. They're usually pretty entertaining. So much talent in these little ones. Must support it!
Monday, May 02, 2005
Waiting For Sunshine
Have been in a major slump. Locked in a paper sack lo these many weeks... or has it been only a couple? I can't say. Today, a crack formed in the sack and light spilled through. I tore the crack until it became a rip, then a tear, and finally, the bag split and sunlight spilt in and lit all the dark corners.
My sister was hospitalized a week ago. She's still screaming, acting out, having outbursts. But I can't hear them because she isn't here. Guilty relief? Probably, but still much needed.
Wrote a couple of pieces I feel good about during the Flash-A-Thon in my office during April. Posted First Amendment last night. So far, three straight excellent reviews -- first time ever! I know someone will come along and skew the ratings, but I'm pleased. Little steps, I keep telling myself.
Received a lovely declination from StoryQuarterly executive editor today for The Saxophone Man's Soul. I feel encouraged. General sense seems to be that I'm writing exquisite character sketches and now I need to get off my duff and expand on these wonderful characters.
The sun's shining, but it's cold. It sleeted earlier today. My pepper plants and green beans are sitting in containers in the dining room, chomping at the bit for raw sunshine. Hopefully soon, I tell myself. The sun will come. Growth can begin in earnest. Until then, we live in a hothouse and hope.
My sister was hospitalized a week ago. She's still screaming, acting out, having outbursts. But I can't hear them because she isn't here. Guilty relief? Probably, but still much needed.
Wrote a couple of pieces I feel good about during the Flash-A-Thon in my office during April. Posted First Amendment last night. So far, three straight excellent reviews -- first time ever! I know someone will come along and skew the ratings, but I'm pleased. Little steps, I keep telling myself.
Received a lovely declination from StoryQuarterly executive editor today for The Saxophone Man's Soul. I feel encouraged. General sense seems to be that I'm writing exquisite character sketches and now I need to get off my duff and expand on these wonderful characters.
The sun's shining, but it's cold. It sleeted earlier today. My pepper plants and green beans are sitting in containers in the dining room, chomping at the bit for raw sunshine. Hopefully soon, I tell myself. The sun will come. Growth can begin in earnest. Until then, we live in a hothouse and hope.
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