Watching the presidential debate and pondering my notes from Take This Job and Love It. My brain is mush.

red tie blue tie flag
black suit white shirt nodding heads
smirk and rebuttal.

Two minutes to you
rebut, seem calm and assured
seem personable.

Make yourself a mensch
explain that you understand
common citizens.

re-reading my notes
I’m trying to make some sense
and create a plan.

Living as I wish
simple life I once dreamed of
I need discipline.

Yeah I was confused as ever when I woke up this morning. But the WAMC drive was still on the radio so I was pretty sure I hadn’t lost too much time by sleeping.

I just looked and the Coursera site is back up and running. I previewed the four final peer review essays. One rant, one pompous, one interesting and one with a note that English is a third language: please be so kind as to give specific grammar comments. Later for that. I’ll read in a quieter place and give them scores. Some poor soul is having to read my musings about the stair-step building of suspense in Little Brother and how the created world and technology is so well grounded in current culture that it frees the story to be scarier. I also pointed out that the protagonist is very much like co-workers I’ve known – passionate about what they’re doing, how it works and willing to tell everything about it even if the listener doesn’t understand or want to know. I doubt this will charm anyone.

I think I’ll start working through my brief notes about the Victore seminar just to see what it says to me now. They’ve started an online forum for us to share ideas and ask questions so I’ll be curious what other folks have to say about it all.

sweet pink, tart white, green
quenching with each curvy bite
gritty summer pulp

the house so silent
i threw out boxes, boxes
it didn’t feel bad.

I pulled out my three wrimo cards and noticed this great Faulkner quote. OK, is there anything the man said that’s not quotable. Hmmm well, there are a lot of great Faulkner quotes. Just sayin’.

Yeah. Like Bunnies.

Today, jammed too close between two people who both declared themselves as hard of hearing** who were both talking through me towards each other, I stepped back held up my hands and gave the TIME OUT sign. OK, I allowed, here are the ground rules: only one person talks at a time and only one person does stuff.

And they both started talking again. I gave the time out sign again.

We got through the question. Three or four times through it.

“See you tomorrow!” the husband said as they left.