What lisah said. So happy for Theo and msbelle
Inspired by Kat's post on Facebook, I just started aCoursera course on Modern and Contemporary poetry. It is pretty good. I like poetry, but I don't really read it outside of a classroom setting, because what is really satisfying about it, to me, is the discussion and everone's insights coming together, and I obviously don't get that from solo reading. This course has pretty robust forums, and it looks like a bunch of people who just keep taking the course over and over and become moderators and TAs. I am still in Emily Dickinson, who I am pretty familiar with, but next is Walt Whitman, who I haven't really read in a classroom except in high school. (And I think I am familiar mostly because of Dead Poets Society!)
Which course,, Sophia? I've been thinking I'd like to refresh my understanding of poetry, especially the more modern stuff.
Have I mentioned that ltc wants to make her own Gashlycrumb Tinies books?
Calli. Modern & Contemporary American Poetry ("ModPo")
University of Pennsylvania
A is for Amy, who fell down the stairs....
Does she want to do her own drawings or make up new names and rhymes? So excellent. I want a copy!
Have I mentioned that ltc wants to make her own Gashlycrumb Tinies books?
Eeeeeeeee! Please tell her I would like an autographed copy.
She wants to plan the death of all her dolls. She also wants to be an author and illustrator, so she wants to put them in a book probably, but the book will all be scribbles without actual words because she doesn't read yet. The scavenger hunt for the Gashlycrumb Tinies at Edward Gorey house made a big impression on her because she's still talking about it 4 months later. And her daddy reads her the book sometimes. She also wants to be a baby doctor.
Tea: ltc's fever is still spiking at noon on the spot, but her appetite isn't affected. She just ate a huge lunch.
msbelle, holy crap, what a total waste of time. I would've been livid.
I am so burned out and over corporate bullshirt. I'm not sure I even want another corporate job. My ability to deal with stressful stupid crap is almost at zero. If I can make a living at freelance editing, I'm about ready to just do that. The company I'm going to be doing freelance editing for doesn't pay much, unfortunately, but it's a start. The downside is having to buy my own shitty health insurance. Countdown: Nine years to full retirement age.
Stupid frustrated today. My SS card still has not shown up, the second request I made has not been acknowledged as processed after 2 days, payday is next Friday and I won't be getting paid, I placed an online order that was supposed to have been delivered yesterday, and is still listed as processing so I have no damned clue where it's at, and the burger I had for lunch didn't have bacon even though it was ordered and paid for. I just told MedicGuy to find someone else to go to the hockey game tonight. I'm not going to be good company. I'm going to lay on the couch and pull the blanket over my head and ignore everything.
