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shannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17706867356078179503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936347.post-82859123301818405972008-06-29T10:50:00.007-04:002008-06-29T10:59:23.165-04:00

Been working on cover sketches for Sandra's book this weekend. Should have options for her soon. Had my first margarita of the summer yesterday and it was damn tasty. But it was also $7.75 and I didn't even call the tequila. Kind of bum deal. I guess in NJ they're considered exotic or something. At least the salsa was not Pace. Even the Ronnie Milsap on the jukebox hit the spot. Looking forward

shannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17706867356078179503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936347.post-73382362484642977182008-06-24T08:25:00.002-04:002008-06-24T08:26:09.338-04:00

Or to start at the beginning, click here.

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The new Rain Taxi features a lovely review For Girls by Nate Pritts: Though Shanna Compton's second full-length book will probably get noticed first for its quasi-gender studies focus, the ironic tone and muscularly discursive lines of For Girls (& Others) mark it as first-rate poetry first, a lesson in articulating individual identity in a public sphere.      Compton owns her project--a kind of

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[expired]

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...I met a neighbor. He called me over to the back fence to apologize for cursing loudly while working on his car. If you have ever met me & my potty mouth in person, you will know why I find this so funny.

shannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17706867356078179503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936347.post-88968296382605779422008-06-21T16:17:00.002-04:002008-06-21T16:18:16.970-04:00

...just apologize to my entire inbox. But that would put me *even more* behind. Jeez. Who invented this working 2-3 jobs thing? Happy longest-day-of-the-year, summerfesters.

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I'm pretty sure a squirrel just peed on me.

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1. (n.) A gassy, bloated feeling one sometimes gets from reading blogs; often temporary 2. (n.) A blog, blog entry, or recurring topic in the blogosphere that induces a feeling of blugh in the reader 3. (n.) An unidentified crumb stuck between the sole of the foot and the shoe's inner lining that is uncomfortable enough to make the shoewearer consider removing her shoe, but not so uncomfortable

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Seriously, there are so many other fun things to jerk. Peace, peoples.

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[expired]

shannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17706867356078179503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936347.post-56357914936039261342008-06-13T14:33:00.002-04:002008-06-13T14:38:39.948-04:00

...that I'm hosting this reading tonight, as the final night of our Summer Writers Conference class on Major Jackson's Hoops. But all are welcome. Friday, June 13 at 6:00 PM MAJOR JACKSON Hosted by Shanna Compton New School University 66 West 12th Street Room 510, 5th Floor Note: You will probably be asked to sign in at the security desk on the first floor and show an ID of some kind.

shannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17706867356078179503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936347.post-39333638710517438382008-06-10T11:29:00.004-04:002008-06-10T11:33:11.711-04:00

I know, I'm a terrible correspondent. I haven't even had time to peep the blogs in almost a week. I'm just so busy right now with freelance work, and teaching this week, and a panel next week, and trying to get Sandra her first set of proofs, and whew! Also, gotta get the second installment of the Gurlesque interview laid out. But really, after this week things should calm down considerably.

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...on Sandra's book this weekend, more. Tracked down & replaced the troublemaker font. (So the only things making trouble now're the poems, as they are wont.) Everyone who turned the book down before I got to it = nuts. Also, it's hot out. Downright steamy. But I enjoy that.

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It's less the biofuels than the meat. It takes 16 lbs. of grain to produce 1 lb. of beef. 70% of the grain grown in the US--enough to feed 800 million people--goes instead to feed livestock animals. Of which our population of 300 million eats 10 mbillion a year.

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It's probably pretty obvious by now. But it's temporary. I just have a lot going on. Also, I'm in a dry spell, poetrywise. This is nothing to stress about. It just happens, especially when I am very busy. My finger injury has healed nicely, and I can mostly type without it bothering me. (Yay!) Still looks a little weird, but it's not like I'm a hand model. I'm teaching next week so may not

shannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17706867356078179503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936347.post-18944858672235475142008-06-02T10:42:00.004-04:002008-06-02T11:04:12.874-04:00

Romance Admit you don't love aimless June, the midsummer month, too hot to stress & sweat & fidget beneath the moon. The bullfrog's oboe tones obsess the reeds, throaty come-ons for copper snakes. Well, that's pretty nice. Perhaps the month is moot. & there's the namesake bug, its anticake- walk leavings, chairs for former marchers, beaut- iful jewels clipped to the screens, as

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...is really pissing me off. It doesn't hurt anymore, but I still have to type what I usually type with my index finger using my eff-you finger. Slows me down, and that means I didn't catch up over the weekend as planned. It's always something. It's actually healing pretty well though. So that's cool. The extra freelance hours continue.

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Laughing. At least it's not a strip club.

shannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17706867356078179503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936347.post-54286207517037659402008-05-24T14:06:00.001-04:002008-05-24T14:08:14.446-04:00

I nearly cut the tip of my left index finger off last night (making delicious sauce for a grilled vegan pizza). So typing is difficult. Enjoy the holiday weekend. Um, assuming you don't work retail or food service.

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I'm at work, but S is at the farm picking chives. He just sent this pic. Yum. (& other herbs & lettuce & strawberries.)

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