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Writing

May days

I am determined to finish all my unfinished, planned, hoped for, dreamed of posts by end of this month. These mock me, these unfinished writings, sitting at the top of my edit window taking up screen real estate (note to self–change this in weblogging software)-sticking their tongues out at me and going, Neener, neener, you can’t finish me.

Self-rightous words on a flat screen.

Undisciplined would-be writer!

Pedantic puffs of postery.

Into P’s, eh? Well how about ‘procrastination’?

To all things there is a season…

Cut the touchy feely crap

Let me finish…

Ms. Can’t-Finish-Shit

Verbal trash.

Takes one to know one, lady!

I can delete you, you know.

Ha! You still have that unfinished post from December, 2003!

You can’t win when you argue with your writing. All you can do is finish it and push it out into public, and then let the little suckers sink or swim on their own. Or hope for a computer crash–whichever comes first.

(”Oh, darn! They’re all gone now. And I was just about to finish the one from December, 2003. Darn.”)

First, though, I need some photos for my stories, in addition to quiet time in the woods for some hard thinking, and even harder decisions. Then I’ll finish the little buggers.

Yeah, right! That’s what they all say. “First, I need to ….” But we’re not going away, honey. We’ll be here when you get back. You can run, but you can’t…

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Just Shelley

Meme cross-fire

I am now caught in the crossfires of two memes: one having to do with books and a deserted island; the other having to do with music. Rather than answer each individually, I’ve decided to combine them into one post, thereby blurring the trail and breaking the ‘meme hex’.

I was passed the music meme by Dori Smith, Jewel at Jewel’s Web Graphics and Dougal Campbell. Answering the questions given:

Total volume of music files on my computer: 344M. Yes, just 344M. The only music I have on my machine is what I’ve loaded to create one of my few attempts at mixing, or what I’ve downloaded from iTunes. I never listen to music from my computer.

The last CD I bought It’s been so long since I’ve bought a CD, I’m not sure what the last one was. I think it might have been the Norah Jones: Feels Like Home. I can definitively say that the last song I downloaded was this.

Holding on

Song playing right now The song “Sixteen Tons”, written by Merle Travis and sung by Tennesse Ernie Ford; in ad on television, where GE attempts to make coal mining into something sexy and environmentally sound. I hate the message, am jaw dropped amazed at the hutzpah of both the campaign and visuals –but love that song.

Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me This is a tougher one.

Every time I start out on a trip I play Gimme some loving’ by the Spencer Davis group. Not sure why, but I know that my trip will be jinxed if I don’t play this song when I start.

The Beatle’s song Michelle is not a favorite song, but it had a significant impact on me–it was the reason I changed my name from Michelle to Shelley. And if we are to ever meet some day, whatever you do, do not hum, mouth, whisper, or play this song.

As for other songs, there are so many that I love and are important to me. I guess the ones I have particularly enjoyed listening to recently are Breathe (2am) by Anna Nalick; Me & Bobby McGee by Janis Joplin (”Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose…”); and Cat in the Window by Petula Clark–a personal anthem.

Now, on to the books.

I was passed the book meme by Loren Webster and Ken Camp. I gave a lot of thought to this meme–perhaps more than one should.

You’re stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be?

There are so many beautiful books I would want to memorize, to preserve against destruction. However, when faced with a society that could condone the burning of books, truth has to matter more than beauty. But what is the ultimate book on truth? This one I couldn’t figure out, because I don’t think it’s been written yet.

After all, look around: at the killings in Iraq; untreated AIDs in Africa; our own homeless. Humanity hasn’t grown enough to write the ultimate book on truth.

Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character

Yes, indeedy! I have had a crush or two among the weblogging community, and though the gentlemen aren’t fictional, they are most definitely characters.

The last book you bought?

All these memes must assume you have a great deal of discretionary income. Either that, or they’re planted by Amazon. Anyway, I believe my last book purchased was 60 Hikes within 60 Miles of St. Louis. I usually only buy hiking books; anything else I check out from the library.

What are you currently reading

I just started what promises to be a wonderful book, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maquire.

Five books you would take to a deserted island

I thought about this for a long time, running all the books I have read and enjoyed through my mind. I have several favorite books, but also knew if I was stuck with any book for any length of time, I would grow weary of it at first, and then loath it in the end.

Like the other pragmatic souls who have answered this question, I would want one of the books to be a survival guide. Most people have mentioned the Army Survival Manual, but I rather like what I’ve read about the SAS Survival Guide.

When I was searching for a survival guide, I found an interesting survival book list at Amazon, which included books such as Wilderness SurvivalThe Worst Case Scenario Survival BookThe Bipolar Disorder Survival Guide, and The Zombie Survival Guide. The latter book proves there is no subject that can’t end up as a book.

Ultimately, though, I decided that if I were going to be stuck on a deserted island, I would want the one survival guide and four large journals with blank, unlined pages. I would then use the journals to write my own books; and if I were to get tired of them over time, I would carefully erase the pages, one by one, and write new stories.

My thank you for those kind enough to pass the memes on to me, and apologies for the lateness of the answer. As for who to turn these memes to in turn, like my books on the island, I leave the spaces for these names blank and let those who are interested fill in their names.

So I’ll pass this on to the last five people who have left comments (with a web site–sorry Dan and Ed):

Denise Howell
Frank Paynter
Kafkaesquí
Scott Reynen
Dave Winer

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Burningbird

I heard your pain

Well, I heard your pain and have modified my Burningbird theme to something I hope is a bit easier to read. To be honest, when I was tired and had been working on the computer for some time, even I found my site to be overly bold and colorful.

Yeah and the design was a little tough on the eyes, too.

The original design featured too much of the ‘wings’ of flames to the left, and that was a bit overpowering. I’ve made the design much smaller, and fitted it into the title. I still have the flirty little flip to the right, though. I am not giving up my flirty little flip to the right. Besides, I like my design ‘breaking out of the box’, so to speak.

I’ve added more gray, which should help tone down the bright colors, and also darkened the blue and the orange. In fact, these colors I did ‘borrow’ from Corante–I liked them better than the too light colors I had originally. These were getting overwhelmed by the design.

I like the modifications. It’s not as professional as the Corante theme, and I think I might put Zoë back into the sidebar (I love that photo)–but I don’t believe the new look will drive any reader to want to …yank their eyes out of their head, either.

As for the issues brought up about the use of Creative Commons, my appreciations to Denise Howell for taking time to chat about them. Perhaps the CC folks will benefit from this exchange. Or they won’t and we’ll have opportunities for new ‘themes’ and other exciting adventures in the future.

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Just Shelley

Better

Oddly enough, the venting in my last two posts has put me in a better mood. Regardless of what happens next month, or even next week, I have a piece of software to rollout and a cute cat snuggled up on my lap sharing space with a TiBook.

A cute cat who assures me that no, I don’t suck. Well, I don’t, as long as I get off my butt and provide the overdue noon goodie, that is.

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Critters Writing

Companion to small things

The weather was so hot yesterday, I waited to just before sunset to go for a walk. There didn’t seem to be anyone around on the short trail I’ve been having to take lately (the longer ones being too hard on my knee and ankle). This suited me, as I wan’t in the mood for company, or having to respond to the tentative smiles walkers give out as we pass each other.

I had my head phones on listening to music when a sudden movement on the road ahead of me made me jerk in surprise. One of the young deer had been in the path and my coming around the corner startled it into flight.

It ran behind a tree and started to head towards the road when I called out to it, in my softest, “I swear I’m a vegetarian” voice. When she stopped, I knew she was my orphan — the little deer who lost her mother when she was still a tiny, spotted fawn. I’m not sure if her mother died because she was getting old or got hit by a car, or if the conservation area shot her in its effort to keep the deer from overgrazing the land. Probably the former, as the park people would never touch a mother if she still had young.

The yearling peered around the tree, big, beautiful brown eyes looking up at me, as if to seek reassurance that I wasn’t going to scare it again. I just kept talking to it, and carefully kept my movements to a minimum. Though I’ve chatted with this little girl since she was a baby, I was still amazed whe she turned around and came back into the path not far from me at all, and then into the greener parts of the park on the other side of the road.

In fact, she seemed to parallel my steps as I headed out again, as if she wanted company. Why not? There is a warmth beyond food and survival we get from companionship with others, so why should we assume humans are the only creatures that appreciate this? Frankly, the way we treat each other at times makes me wonder if we’re the only creatures that don’t appreciate this gift.

Looking at that sweet little head trotting along side, I had a wild moment contemplating opening the door at home with my arms full and calling out to my roommate, “It followed me home. Can I keep it?” The temptation, the need, was strong: after all, she wasn’t the only animal walking alone in the forest last night.