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Published on February 7, 2011 in Adam Robinson, dream, Jac Motherfucking Jemc, Lindsay Hunter, Mary Hamilton, Readings, real talk, Sasha Fletcher, ugh up with people, Zach Dodson and zombies. 12 Comments

SUCH BEAUTY.

My favorite parts of AWP included but were not limited to reading at the zoo (stories by Mike and Tim were highlights), reading at the literature party (holy crowd), then putting on my flats and dancing (always dance when the DJ brings groupies), sitting next to Jamie at the JMWW reading and hearing his good news, feeling like I was in many warm rooms with people I love both personally and professionally, saying hello to folks from FC2 and hearing their work, having a great meeting with Emily about the book, hangouts with old friends Tom and Charlie and new friend Amina, getting to know a few very kind and solicitous District residents (though what’s up with your waitresses, really), and seeing old friends from acronyms ASU and TSU and experiencing major hugs with my girls Mary and Lindsay and Jac and Sarah and Wolfe and seeing but not spending enough time seeing Zach and Aaron and Elizabeth and Matt and Gene and Jenny and Sasha and Molly and I missed doing some stuff and did some other stuff and found a cheese plate and there was simultaneously not enough time and far too much time with the cheese plate. Now I’m back home where it’s a temperature that properly sustains human life. As soon as I got back, my body put roots into the ground. I have eaten three tacos in two days and slept 12 hours. Good to see y’all. Back to work, y’all.

Let the sunshine in

Published on November 27, 2010 in baking, Burlesque, Mary Hamilton and ugh up with people. Closed

Dear friend Michael is in town. And so, a baking spree: cranberry bread, strawberry-rhubarb pie, pecan pie, sage-apple-pecan stuffing for yesterday. Butternut squash in the oven currently. We went to Bikram yoga and I sweated out a second Amelia onto my mat. I want more Bikram but it’s expensive. My thoughts are simple and food-related. A few weeks ago, dear friend Mary was in town. I made a lasagna. We wore wigs and went downtown. I miss her. Up with people.

[Pause to watch six minutes of Up With People's 1982 Super Bowl Halftime Show, while shaking asleep foot and wondering if maybe my mother watched this while 2 months pregnant with me and that's why I feel strange watching it, like I'm watching some central part of my nervous system perform a ten-minute medley to the 1960s and Motown. Probably Mom said "Ugh, Up With People is on," and changed the channel to watch something else, anything else, a car commercial, a cowboy smoking a cigarette, the static fuzz]

I’m making the time watch a lot more Burlesque. Do you think it would be an effective piece of art to watch Burlesque continuously for one week, slowly removing your clothing, then your hair, and then small slices of skin? The theater would be empty, so you could practice dance routines in private. You’d be filming it. By the end of the week, colors and lights from the movie screen would glisten on your sweat-soaked bleeding nude body. This is an idea I had while watching Burlesque.

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