Thursday, May 21, 2009

Careers are for the bored

My mother started telling me stories yesterday about myself. She began with one related to when I was learning how to write my letters and I ended up trying to write down a story, which I clearly could not do, so I demanded my grandmother write out what I dictated to her. The second story related to when I was seven and would sell rocks or gingko leaves on the street, and I would put together these paper books that were excruciatingly detailed in the beginning but would trail off into scribbles by the end of it. These are two of numerous tales of how writing is ingrained into my system, a habit I am subject to. So why can't I make a living doing what I already do? Isn't that the point of strengthening skills... so one can use it to put food on the table?

Point: I am going to write what I know, which is about life. Not any life, our lives. The real lives we live to try to be the healthiest, most attentive, most caring, most innovative screw ups of our generation. And I want you to help me - give me your tips, your events, your stories. Odds are if they are any good (read - better than mine) they will be published here.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Hot Dogs

Read this article and my comments about the hot dogs at Weeping Radish Brewery:
Negative 10 points for you, Lorraine Eaton, if only on your sloppy journalism, and I will knock on wood that you re-grow taste buds.
http://hamptonroads.com/2009/05/how-hot-dogs-are-made