Submissions!
This weekend, I finally
started sending out poems from my latest chapbook project. I haven’t submitted
any work since March, so it was long overdue. Rummaging through the offerings
in Duotrope, I realized that I have been sadly unaware of the many excellent new lit magazines that are out there now. There is some amazing work
being published online. I think the notion that print magazines are somehow
automatically of higher literary quality than online magazines is starting to
fade away, and online literary magazines are poised for a renaissance of
sorts. At least I hope so. There are hundreds of deserving online magazines
publishing great work that would otherwise go overlooked. I’ll publish a
link-fest soon so you can check out my recent "discoveries".
A Fitness Update, and How Not to be an Asshat:
After months of going nuts with the exercise and subsisting on leaf lettuce, I am finally
about five pounds from my goal weight. Of course, the moment I realized that, I
was sorely tempted to lower my goal weight again, because if can lose
twenty-five pounds, why not ten? Or fifteen, or even another twenty-five? This
is how I ended up weighing a hundred and sixteen pounds at one point in my
life. Which, at my height of 5’ 9”, would be fine if I were a bikini
model--but I have no plans to break into that biz in the foreseeable future,
and dropping much under one-forty just makes me look scrawny and a little sick.
Speaking of which, I recently
read the story of that newscaster whom some “concerned” citizen deemed to be not up to
his exacting physical standards—a fact that disturbed him so deeply, he went out of his way to write her a letter demanding that she immediately begin molding her “disappointing”
body into a shape and size that he judged morally and visually
acceptable.
And she took him down, big time. Good. What kind of a narcissistic asshat goes
out of his to way to write a letter to a total
stranger, demanding that said stranger change her body to meet his personal specifications? We are going completely nuts in this society with policing
women’s bodies, and everyone else’s health habits in general. Please, everyone: Just
get a grip. No one’s physical appearance,
eating habits, health conditions, or adiposity levels are any of your damn
business. Of course, we could just take our
moral panic over obesity and refocus it on *actual* moral issues, but of course, that’s too scary , so we just
project our own discomforting sense of powerlessness and lack of control onto fat people, or onto women who have
the audacity to show up in public with visible hips and thighs.
Bye-Bye, Period! Don’t Let the Ovaries Hit You on the Way Out.
I had a little procedure done
last week that is supposed to shut down my reproductive system, and I could not
be happier about it. After an entire
lifetime of dealing with hideous PMS and making vague, fruitless attempts
to fix it with increasingly ineffective natural remedies, I finally
went to a lady-doctor, who snapped her fingers and came up with the awesome
solution of a Mirena implant, which releases tiny amounts of synthetic progesterone straight into your ovaries, craftily
bypassing the bloodstream and drastically the reducing side effects you’d
normally get from hormone therapy. This handy little device sends the message: We’re closing down shop! No more egg
production! Immediately collect your personal items, punch out, and go home.
You may file for unemployment at your local branch office.” It should stop
my periods altogether in about two or three months. Happy dance!!! The pain I went through during the actual procedure is going to
be so worth it when I’m no longer gaining eight pounds of water weight every
month, fighting the impulse to mow down old ladies who hobble too slowly in crosswalks,
and consuming half a jar of pickles in one sitting because I NEED SALT, damnit! So
far, there have been no side effects at all, other than the spontaneous grin
that breaks out on my face when I realize I will never, ever have to put up
with this period bullshit again. High-five!
I’m Reading Some Stuff Outloud in October:
I am reading at Hugo House on October 20th
with the awesome Kate Lebo, Carol Light, Belle Randall, and Carolyne Wright. I
am, as usual, completely stressed out and stage-frighty over it, but I do it because 1. I always
end up having fun once I just get the hell over myself and relax, and 2. The stellar David Horowitz invited me to, and he is truly the glue who holds the Seattle poetry community
together. And he’s a great supporter of local poets. You can find out more
about his work here: http://www.rosealleypress.com/
I Dimly Recollect What Relaxing Looks Like:
A few pictures from my trip! (The heck with trying to get them all lined up neatly; I give up.)
|
Entering Tracy Arm |
An iceberg in Tracy Arm |
A rainbow in Juneau, whale-watching |
Captain Larry |
Sunset from the deck |
Sea Day |
Ketchikan from the Crow's Nest |
A Tlingit Ceremony at a Longhouse in Sitka |
Swimming on deck (It was 43 degrees outside, btw!) |
1 comment:
I have officially started work on a book length essay. Do you know of any place I could publish some personal essays? Roughly 2000 words. I am working on one about crossing the street. Really.
I don't want to distract you from your diet, but I was reminded of some wise words I once read:
You will kneel to bless the dead
hive of your pelvis. The body
is an intermission; wait for the toss
and hurl of rebirth. Emerge, sanctified and black.
Hover above the scale; note
the number. This is your perfect weight.
But what does she know? Am I right?!
Also, Andrea at Curiously Clever has written four articles about this idiot and the TV presenter. I recommend it!
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