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8 June I wrote the last of my "I have no phone entries". Actually, I wrote it last Sunday (I think), but had no time to add the links until today. Anyway, it's here.
Trisha Yearwood is on the Today Show this morning, and I thought that if I liked it, then it means that I have really gone over to the dark side, that I really am a country music fan, and I'll never be able to hold my head high at an Alice Cooper concert again, but I listened to three songs and they just slid out of my ears as though they were oiled. Thank God. I spent so much of my life proclaiming how I hate country music, that it would have been so embarrassing had I wanted to run out and buy all her albums, but no, I'm safe. I love bluegrass and roots country and folk, I love banjos and fiddles, I love Dan Tyminski and Alison Krauss and Ralph Stanley and Dolly Parton (her last two albums were bluegrass), I love Southern Culture on the Skids and Asylum Street Spankers and Terry Allen. But I don't love Trisha Yearwood. I guess that the sun will rise again tomorrow after all.
A year ago today I talked about Survivor, and here is what I said:
"All I see on news shows or magazines or whatever is Survivor, but unlike Millionaire, I have yet to meet a single person who has actually seen one frame of the show. Do I have my finger on the pulse of America or what? Little Miss Zeitgeist, that's me!
Lenten entries missed: Kristen painted her pantry, rather horrifyingly, had a bottle thrown in her face, and got screwed over on a book deal. It was a bad time to be Kristen, for awhile there. I meant to write the following in an email to her, but I don't think I did, so I will write it here.
I know that it must be hard to have two book deals fall through, I have never had a book deal, but I imagine it would be like when Dorothy goes to Oz and everything is suddenly in Technicolor, and having all these wonderful things then suddenly not happen must be awful, must be as though you were foolish to believe that something so great could possibly happen, not in your life, not to you. But the thing that you must remember is that your stuff really is good enough to be in a book, I think that you are an astonishingly good writer, so good that I cannot think "Hey, what about me? Where are my book deals?" because I only dream about being as good as you. And the fact that these deals both fell through, the fact that there are no books, doesn't change a damn thing about the quality of the work. Things happen, and sometimes they suck, and they cannot be helped, but they don't change the heart of the matter, which is that the quality is there, and don't let bad luck make you forget it. Love, Kymm
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