March 3rd, 2004

reiko

Catching up

(Actually, I'm now listening to Tori Amos, but I really, really wanted to have that song up there at some point.)

Hmm. My first entry with a journal client--Semagic.

I was on IM earlier today with Vladimir, who was all like, "Awww, why haven't you updated your journal?" I was surprised to realize that I hadn't, not for a couple of days--I spend so much time updatings sites and blogs and feeds and things that sometimes one of them slips my mind. I did update the Digest newstracker tonight, though, even though I didn't finish until 2 am. (If you ever see the entry dated as "11:55 pm," that's totally code for, "Wow, this so ran past midnight. Shhhh.")

Sister Girl went to see The Passion of the Christ last night. She didn't so much like it--didn't like the way it focused on the violence rather than, you know, the Christliness. She's home for a couple of days before she goes to Georgia to see her boyfriend again at the base, before he leaves for Afghanistan. We are united now in our decision to vote Not Bush--Sister Girl so that boyfriend can come home sooner (with any luck), and I because... well, I'm a liberal. There's, you know, that.

Am on a nice multi-vitamin that makes me feel much more sprightly now. Sam, unfortunately, was a bit sick today--I think the deck construction upset him. Lucky Dog, on the other hand, is as sanguine as ever. Meko came upstairs and I hoisted her up onto the bed (heavy red Pomeranian, is Meko), and that made her smile so hard she couldn't even keep her eyes open.

Oh, also: I have decided to fulfill my destiny as both a grammarian and a pirate. I come in about halfway down the thread. Seriously, Talk Like a Pirate Day should come more than once a year.
  • Current Music
    Army of Lovers, "Crucified"
heroine

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Ooo, Semagic is too much fun. But then, you know me--I always have to try every little thing eventually.

I have so many things to do at the moment, but none of them are terribly pressing, so rather than figure out which one needs to get done, I have this terrible urge to go read, or nap, or play Neoquest, or something equally useless.

"The Lucky Penny" is going to get workshopped next week. This week's were... well, the class liked most of the stories more than I did. There was a wonderful story about a little boy and the afikoman at Passover, and the others... well, let's just say I may have been unduly put off by the lack of 1) paragraph breaks and 2) commas. Yar! The Grammar Pirate, she be not pleased with the scurvy dogs. It's a good class, though--everyone's been really helpful and positive. It's really weird that I'm the cranky one, though, because usually I'm the one who's trying to be positive while all the Fiction of Artful Nothingness posers turn up their noses.

Which reminds me. I know it's been a debate for years upon years, if not decades upon decades, now: basically, does "low" or "popular" culture have as much worth, if any, as "highbrow" culture? I mean, my answer is "Duh, of course it does," and I think popular can often mean "something that was created without highbrow pretension and just happened to become popular through its own merits," and for that reason, it seems a little more authentic, a little more real. It's the reason I hate Vincent Gallo movies, for example--it just seems like he's trying too damn hard. Keep in mind that I was a huge culture snob through middle school, high school, and the first couple of years of college (which I think was part of why I hated Titanic so much). And then... I don't know if I just fell into the College Student '80s Nostalgia thing or what, but... suddenly pop culture, or failing that, culture without pretense, started making more sense to me. Actually, I think it was the Fiction of Artful Nothingness posers specifically who turned me off highbrow shit. You can only sit through so many workshops, reading so many nihilistic short stories in which NOTHING HAPPENS before a nice, well-written book like Hearts in Atlantis, in which many things happen but also have meaning, starts to look like a knight in shining armor. And so I'm sitting here today, and I still enjoy "highbrow" art, but--I feel much more well-rounded. I like soaps and Henry James and Joe Millionaire and foreign films and Jem and Miyazaki and Vanity Fair and the Weekly World News. And I've written my share of artful stories in which nothing actually happens. And you know what? I'm sick of them. So I'm sitting here facing plot-intensive stories like Black Ribbon and thinking of how utterly bizarre it would be to Fifteen-Year-Old Me if I became a Dickens instead of a Nabokov. (Although Twenty-Five would like to point out to Fifteen that we'll be damn lucky if we become anyone, so shut your mouth and enjoy it if it happens, no matter how it comes.)

At the end of the day, here's what I've learned: It's easy to be obscure. All "obscure" means is that you're not communicating to your audience. It's harder to be accessible.
  • Current Music
    Tori Amos, "A Sorta Fairytale"
heroine

This thing you call love, she smiles way too much

Help me stay awake, y'all. I've got to update the Digest tonight, to get back into the habit of doing it nightly so that each update is quicker and lighter. I took a catnap, toasted myself a couple of chocolate chip Pop Tarts, and I'm here for the haul.

(Okay, maybe the glass of milk wasn't such a good idea.)

Oh, and Commission Junction has booted me. I tried to get into my account to get advertising graphics, and they're sorry, but my account appears to have been deactivated. For a moment I was livid about what little money they did owe me, and then I realized--they have this system where they dock your commission each month that you don't make a certain amount (or any). Once you go into the red, you're out. That's probably what happened to me. So, fine. I signed up for a Sideshow Toy account--you know, the people who make those awesome Sideshow/Weta LOTR collectibles--and I already have accounts with Amazon, AllPosters, NetFlix, and Entertainment Earth. Most everyone gives 10% commission or more, and no one closes your account if you don't bring in enough. (And I know this because I bring 200-500 hits into AllPosters even when I don't update, and STILL none of their posters ever sell. That says to me that it's something they're doing wrong, doesn't it? I mean, I bring them warm bodies. Maybe they need to lower their prices...)

Speaking of the site, something odd happened today: I got a new Oscar pool ballot. Yes, dated March 3. And almost all of the predictions were wrong, so it's not like it was someone trying to cheat. This baffles me.

Question, while I'm thinking about it: I'm trying to catch up on some books being turned into movies. Is Eragon any good? Artemis Fowl?
  • Current Music
    Tori Amos, "Taxi Ride"