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24 August 2003 @ 10:02 am
ahoy, mateys.  
I dreamed this morning that I was lying in bed with Brian Kinney after sex and tracing my finger up and down his chest while we discussed whether or not he needed waxing. Manscaping! So apparently my subconscious is quite willing to make a facile connection of shows with the word "queer" in the title. And I have no problem with that.

Yesteday I was weirdly social. I met wiseacress, who is 5'9" of unbelievable red-headed cuteness, and we had coffee and lunch and talked about writing, fiction, poetry, literary manifestos, Bill Murray, Canada, shirtless women, British high tea, and other things I forget.

After that I went to a local fan bash for the first time in months--a few people mentioned my newest tattoo, which I got in November, and I really can't accept that it had been that long. I feel fairly sure that I've been to one or two bashes since then, and was perhaps wearing long sleeves. But still. I had clearly been gone for a time, and it was great to catch up with people offline--sherrold (who I actually do see more often), merryish, movies_michelle, feochadn, gwyn_r, wickedwords, and other friends who have resisted the lure of the LJ.

I feel a bit socially refreshed today. And in need of doughnuts--pancakes, waffles, bacon?--and more sleep, not necessarily in that order.

I spent some time just now looking for a poetry rec. I have plenty to choose from, but some seem to exist only in print and not online (and I am too lazy to type them out), while others thwart me entirely. I've gone through several books searching for an elusive pantoum villanelle by, I think, Richard Howard--one of the repeating lines being something like, "The deaf boy claps when the others clap." But it's nowhere to be found and google is a bitch. Actually, it surprises me today--I googled for "Berkeley Eclogue," which is a brilliant poem by Robert Hass, and got only 3 non-redundant mentions. What does it mean? I guess you'd have to whittle down the numbers: say that the poem was read by 10,000 people. Of those, it resonated deeply for maybe, god knows, 300? Most of them poets. And of these poets, maybe 200 are online regularly, making web pages and writing in blogs, etc, and of all these people, no one has ever bothered to mention it in a review.

If you call all things memes--writers, poems, books, movies--it seems like the robustness of a thing, its survival factor, can be measured well by the Internet, by how well it's represented. But maybe I shouldn't worry--the net is young and it's a very transient current, after all. Not many people are looking ahead to its function as a long-term archive. Maybe the poems not found here are safe in libraries and in classrooms and will survive and propagate in some form, in print anthologies, etc etc.

Still. The net is vastly underutilized, given what it is and what it could be. It's so fucking hit-or-miss, and it's mostly miss. You should not have to know, by name, what you're looking for in order to find it, you know? You should be able to say, "I want to find a selection of great poems, representative of our best contemporary efforts," and then make your way too them without having to wade through thickets of irrelevant distractions, prose and porn sites.

Somehow while writing this I seem to have ripped through half a bag of Milanos. For breakfast. I think I will go now.
 
 
 
Circe: senses by highasakitecirce_tigana on August 24th, 2003 10:21 am (UTC)
You met wiseacress?

wiseacress met eliade?

I am so unbelievably jealous right now.

And ahah! She does really exist! ;)
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Circe: curious ignitedcirce_tigana on August 24th, 2003 10:40 am (UTC)
Yeah, fitofpique's husband didn't want her to meet me that first time. He thought I was really a freaky man who had designs on her body.

He was ... uh ... so wrong.

Well, at least now I can confirm my stalkerish suspicion that wiseacress lives on the US west coast. Damn woman. She's so elusive.

I'm going to Dragoncon and I am very nervous about meeting so many people in person. Mainly because they'll all be meeting ME :)

And herself_nyc, too? Now I really AM jealous.
Anna S.eliade on August 24th, 2003 10:44 am (UTC)
Well, at least now I can confirm my stalkerish suspicion that wiseacress lives on the US west coast.

Not necessarily, you know. My first assumption was that she was visiting from the UK and was going to be in the area. *g*
Circe: close shave by beamer242circe_tigana on August 24th, 2003 10:48 am (UTC)
Gah! Don't DO that.

::head explodes::
Anna S.: xandereliade on August 24th, 2003 10:42 am (UTC)
You know, I got to meet Herself, too, a while back. (Pauses to buff nails on chest, whistle casually.) But I think I mentioned that already. ;)

Yes, it's the crazy world of Fan Meets Fan. Two brave souls sought me out and did not go home entirely traumatized, from what I can tell. I did offer to show Wiseacress my imaginary knife collection--as I'm the first fan she's met in person, I felt obliged to try and instill some terror in her that would leave her scarred and shy of fans for the rest of her life, but I'm not sure I did a very good job of it.

[Sorry, Circe, I decided I just had to delete all those gibbered comments and start afresh, because it was driving me crazy--but hey, at least you got my immortal blather in e-mail.]
Circe: dead mancirce_tigana on August 24th, 2003 10:50 am (UTC)
Hehehe. I assumed it was your psychosis leaking through ;)
Anna S.eliade on August 24th, 2003 10:52 am (UTC)
LJ actually took what I wrote and rearranged parts of it in a whimsical, queenlike way, as if trying to make nonsense poetry. I sometimes think software *is* developing a higher mind and plans to take over the earth.
Circe: senses by highasakitecirce_tigana on August 24th, 2003 10:55 am (UTC)
Oh, that might actually explain the mad brilliance that is Subtleties ;)
flaming june: Cooler_flaming_june_ on August 24th, 2003 10:44 am (UTC)
Good thing no one knew where or when the wiseacress - eliade meetup was taking place. I have "Hard Day's Night"-style visions of thousands of screaming rabid fangirls attempting to divest you both of your panties...

Oh, wait, that's just me. Heh.

Sounds like yesterday was fun, though. Drat you all for living so far away from meeeeeeeeee! ;)
Herself_nycherself_nyc on August 24th, 2003 01:51 pm (UTC)
Heh, yeah, I'd have wanted to do that. Throw my panties at them and stuff. Scream.

I'm so jealous . . . .
flaming june: Kitten_flaming_june_ on August 24th, 2003 04:32 pm (UTC)
Well, yeah, but you've actually *hung out* with one of them. Talk about jealous. Sheesh.

Herself_nyc: O'Keefe handsherself_nyc on August 24th, 2003 04:48 pm (UTC)
Yeah, and she was HOT.
Pouncerthepouncer on August 24th, 2003 10:57 am (UTC)
I ate an entire bag of Brussels for lunch on Thursday, so don't feel bad about the Milanos. I have a theory that Pepperidge Farm puts addictive additives in the chocolate.
caille on August 24th, 2003 11:22 am (UTC)
wiseacress and eliade!!!
::faints::

I would totally have swarmed their table. I would have screamed really high. Alas, I am sure wiseacress can outrun me. Anna, I'm not so sure of. Either of them could mesmerize me with the words, though, so I'm sure Anna could get away. Also, herself_nyc says Anna looks like this lady:Lisa Fonssagrives , and that would stop me dead in my tracks.

5'9". I feel short. Does anyone else feel way too short?
Anna S.eliade on August 24th, 2003 11:32 am (UTC)
Herself is way too nice. I don't look like Lisa Fonssagrives, though I wish I did. I look like several dozen pounds of butter. With legs. ;>) Walking tragedy of a life lived in pursuit of the perfect pancake.

Herself, however, is a lush blossom in womanly form.
caille on August 24th, 2003 12:02 pm (UTC)
Pancakes are good. I like pancakes. I haven't had enough pancakes. Pancakes may be worth it. I would like to get to know pancakes better.

Jeepers, if you picture yourself as several dozen pounds of butter, it's no wonder you felt so miserable during the heat wave. I am a potato, so it's mostly time that affects me, rather than heat. I am turning all greenish and sprouty.
drcdrc1 on August 25th, 2003 04:09 pm (UTC)
Since it's not even remotely probable that I will ever meet either of them, let alone the two of them together, or any of the non-German Buffy fans I'm in touch with, for that matter (which is why I really look forward to meeting estepheia in a few weeks time, if all goes well), I'm not jealous.:-) But like you, I was so excited when I read Anna's post. What a surprise.:-)))

I would totally have swarmed their table. I would have screamed really high.

Well, I would probably try my best not to get noticed, and try to find a somewhat hidden place from where I could look at them adoringly and listen to them talking. *smiles dreamily*
witlingwitling on August 25th, 2003 10:16 am (UTC)
and other things I forget

Chihuahuas in dickeys. Novel contests. Vidders. S1-3 Nicholas Brendon. Potatoes: which not to get. American literary fiction. The three-digit car purchase.

All these things and more.

And you are indeed hot, Anna-pants. You're just oddly oblivious to the fact.
(Anonymous) on August 27th, 2003 02:35 am (UTC)
Very fuzzy internet searches
You should be able to say, "I want to find a selection of great poems, representative of our best contemporary efforts,"

Or, alternatively, "I want to find that thing about operant conditioning and Spike and Buffy and cake, cake, oh my god CAKE!"

Alas! :-)
Anaxila / Babbles: sailing to sarantium (dark)anaxila on August 28th, 2003 07:03 pm (UTC)
Fuck, you met wiseacress? That's so cool! I'm so jealous!