Another Day

Good morning.

It’s early, yet again and after a lovely vacation from my life, I’m up and back at it with Jeff Spurgeon’s dulcet tones and fantastic musical choices with me. And of course, June.

I’m been really really lucky lately and got a few poems picked up in a few different places. They’re all in the Pocketful of Posey section of this ol blog but here’s the latest at Negative Suck and Underground Voices.

Some of those poems I read while I was in Pittsburgh, which if I haven’t said enough, was a really great visit. Also had a chance to pop in on my folks while traveling (someone had to watch the beastly JuneCat) which was also great and included a facetime visit with my nearly three year old neice who told me that “Daddy said I couldda go to da zoo but I hava be-have.” It was so cute.

As this morning is rapidly slipping away, I’m going to get to work on the short story I should have been writing this whole time instead of messing around with this blog -but what is a blog for if not a massive time suck?

I’ve got some stuff to do – some Shakespeare to read, some new music to listen to. I am all ready – eagerly awaiting the fall. This morning when I opened the window across from this little closet a burst of cool air came in and with it some hope. Here’s to a new season.

Oh wait! Real quick – I’m reading Cloud Atlas and the whole thing is blowing my mind. I’ve never read a book constructed like this. I need to write a whole post just dedicated to that. The Wachowski siblings are making a movie out of it. Basically they took a more subtle theme and teased it out, spinning it into something more complex. Here’s the preview.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWnAqFyaQ5s

Okay, back to work.

Lord, what fools these Mortals be. – Midsummer Night’s Dream. Act 3, Scene 2

By Ally Malinenko

I live in Brooklyn which is good except when it’s not which is horrid. I’ve been writing for awhile, and have some stuff published and some stuff not. I don’t like when people refer to pets as their children and I can’t resist a handful of cheez-its when offered. I have a burning desire to go to Antarctica, specifically to the South Pole so I can see where Robert Falcon Scott died. I like to read books. I like to write stories and poems. I even wrote some novels. You can read them.

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