Let the answers begin!

Main music review down. Coincidentally, 2/3 of my Music Journalism homework (yay Media Alliance!) is thus done, too.

I had my last copy editing class (also at the Media Alliance) last night. Numbers good, parallel construction revision so-so, but spot-on when it comes to correlative conjunctions.

Half my zine's in preliminary layout (which means it's about 1/4 done, since I will need to redo the page sequence).

Well, I feel accomplished! Time to procrastinate, clearly.

So, onto the questions! (I'm still taking more, btw. Come on people, I've only received two so far. Fire away!)

First, from "anon" (actually a good friend of mine -- hi!):

I want to hear about one of yr favorite bks you've read recently. or an obscure fact about a remote location that most people have never been to.

I have been cagey about my reading habits in public this year because I am on the Tiptree jury and I feel uncomfortable sharing even a little bit of that process. It's OK to do so according to the folks I've talked to, but I figure you'll all hear about what I liked and didn't like when the final list comes out. A lot.

Nonetheless, not everything I've read recently is under consideration for the Tiptree, and I finally, in a spare moment, got around to reading Kitchen Confidential. (Bad girl that I am, I'd read A Cook's Tour first.) Both of these books violate my rule: never read a book which has the author pictured on the front cover. (Think of Ann Coulter's disembodied head, floating above an open newspaper, on the cover of Slander. Eugh.) Both are so worth it. Everybody in the world knows this by now, I know. I'll keep thinking.

Obscure fact about a remote location most people have never been to: Walnuts are a premier export of Kyrgyzstan. I know it's their #1 agricultural resource, but I don't know how it stands in regards to other potential exports.

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Fritzi makes her argument against moving boxes out of the office: guess who is sitting on the very top of the tallest bookshelf, just inches from the ceiling?

Interlude

I have a confession to make.

I'm being attacked by a book proposal, and I feel ambivalent about it.

I outlined the basic chapter progression, very roughly, last night during an idle moment in my copy editing class. It looks good. I think it could work. I'd still need to refine the concept a little bit, get it into focus a little more, but it could work.

I think I could have fun writing it. I think it's a book that needs to be written, and I'm as qualified as anyone else to do so. I think it might sell -- not super blockbuster-o-rama, but respectably in some circles.

It would eat my life.

I am staring into the maw, folks. Do I want to get swallowed whole, or do I want to walk away?

I'll go answer a question now while we all ponder this dilemma. (If you want to know what the book might be about, drop me a line or something; I'll happily talk about it, but maybe not anymore in public here until I make a decision. 'K?)

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zille asked for a dirty limerick. I wrote this late last month, actually.

The author Emmanual Levinas
had a smaller-than-average penis.
He tried every trick
to upsize his dick
but they failed, thus explaining his meanness.

I'll get to the rest of her questions later in the weekend.

more questions, more answers

A raincheck on my evening plans means I have time to fiddle about on the Net instead. So why not finish up my answers from the first round of "ask me anything"?

zille also asked about my bras. (Well, not exactly "asked.") My bras come in three colors: black, white, and rose. Rose is a recent addition; I found one in my size on sale. (People who have not met me in person will not realize what a challenge it is to find bras in my size, period. Thank all deities for plussizebras.org. Now I can watch big-boob porn and cry, "wait! That bra, it's got too big a band! Let me help you! I have a tape measure!" at the screen.)

She also asked about my decorating plans for my office and the rest of the apartment. The answer is that I don't have any beyond "get the boxes out" and "get the art up on the walls." I shot my bolt with the bathroom -- now in a hearty pirate theme -- and the Fish Tank. (For the peanut gallery: I have a "sunroom," windows now covered in tracing paper decorated with fish art generated by my housewarming guests.) I thought the food postcards in the kitchen were a nice touch, too.

I do still have that pegboard at the entrance to mess with, though.

OK, who's got a question? Bring it on!

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I lost three hours today doing layout. I looked up and suddenly it was nine o'clock.

How is it that I never have that happen when I am writing?