Monthly Archives: September 2012

Rejection Playlist Volume 1, Track 9: “I Guess It’s Gonna Rain Today.”

When it rains, it pours (except in Seattle where November-May is more like a light drizzle with a chance of snow).  Sometimes everything is going well and you get even more good news. Other days, it’s more like you’re trapped in a sh*tstorm.

For those days I give you Sondre Lerche, one of my friend Waffle’s favorite singers.

Oh the fine line between
Street smartness
And a smart ass
Oh the skipping beats of confidence
And the drum roll
That you thought you could play

Hurry home before the sky
Breaks out
No point predicting
Things that happen all the time
Hurry back
Don’t take my word
For it babe
I don’t know
But I guess
It’s gonna rain today
I don’t know
But I guess
It’s gonna rain today

But I’m sure that you’ve known this
All along
Oh, I’m sure that you’ve known this
All along

Break out your rain boots, umbrellas, and jackets. It looks like rain.

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Bad Poetry Friday

I have no idea who this one is about. I was a freshman in college.

Flame of Desire (8/28/1999)

I’d die than ask if he loves me
that boy could devour my soul
tantalize my heart
and promise his embrace
I ache to kiss him
I live for his smile
I worship and adore
this god
I would be his goddess
if he wanted me
Damn you and your beautiful eyes

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Pop-up libraries

Recently, a new free public library popped up in my North Seattle neighborhood. No, it wasn’t a new branch for Seattle Public Library (though it is mere blocks from the Greenwood Branch). It was a Little Free Library.

 

The Dr. Deiter Memorial Free Public Library: Take a Book, Leave a Book (as long as there is room).

Mae West, Lola, Waffle and I discovered it on a dog walk last week. Of course we had to stop and browse.

The current selection

I am so enamored with this little library on North 81st Street (near Fremont Avenue North), that I’ve begun sorting through my massive home library for items to donate. I think these pop-up libraries are brilliant.

Mae West loves an outdoor library.

My only question is, what will happen when our lovely winter weather comes?

 

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Mortification Monday

12-22-93

Dear Diary,

Last night we went caroling in the neighborhood. Last night Lauren S. and I became best friends again. Today we went bike riding for 45 minutes. We had a great time.

Love,
Danielle

12-23-1993

Dear Diary, 

It’s 7:58 and I’m awake with a stuffy nose, tight chest, sore throat and my ear hurts. Having a boyfriend like Shorty can be boring. On the last day of school he didn’t even say goodbye! We hardly talk.

That’s all for now!

Danielle

Thoughts on the above entries:

1) Lauren S. was my next door neighbor and we were bff for years until we went to different middle schools and later high schools.
2) I’m concerned that my relationship with Shorty won’t last past Christmas Break. Have we even talked on the phone yet?
3) I probably got sick from all that caroling/ exercise.

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Rejection Playlist Volume 1, Track 8: “Write About Love”

Someone once told me that you should sell five books before quitting your day job. If that is case, I won’t be leaving my day job anytime soon, which is why I love “Write About Love,” by Belle and Sebastian so much.

I know a spell
That would make you help
Write about love, it could be in any tense
But it must make sense

I know a trick
Forget that you are sick
Write about love, it could be in any form
Hand it to me in the morning

I hate my job, I’m working way too much
Every day I’m stuck in an office
At one o’clock, I take my lunch up on the roof
The city’s right below

 

 

Plus the song features the adorable Carey Mulligan. You can’t go wrong with Ms. Mulligan.

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Bad Poetry Friday

The following poem was inspired by a photo on a cross-country teammate’s dresser a million years ago.  To this day it remains one of my favorites.

The Photograph (2/3/1998)

She believes she is beautiful
the way her eyes avoid
the gaping stares of
strangers.

She believes she is beautiful
when the wind lifts her hair
off the nape of her
neck.

She believes she is beautiful
trapped inside wood and glass
faking the stretch of her
lips.

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My writing life: a typical day

Tuesday:

6:00: Alarm goes off, cuddle with dogs in bed for as long as possible

6:15: drink coffee and look at Twitter. Consider skipping boot camp but since I skipped Monday because it was raining, decide to go.

7-8:15: Boot camp.

8:30: breakfast smoothie while I water the lawn. Wander through garden to see if anything is ripe enough to eat.

9:00: Sit down to work on edits. Housemate/ bff comes upstairs and we look at #myfriendsaremarried and dogshaming.

10:00: Move laptop down to office in basement to “be more productive.”

10:05- 12:00: edits, though look to see what is happening on Facebook and Twitter every 10 minutes.

12:00: eat leftover tomato soup. Decide that all the yellow tomatoes from the garden that I added make it taste faintly of soap. Finish it anyway.

12:30: resume edits. Fall asleep while sitting at desk.

1:00: take nap with dogs.

3:00: make popcorn in new popcorn popper (drizzled with bacon fat and canned parm. cheese) and watch 2 episodes of Major Crimes with Housemate/ bff and the dogs.

5:00: start prepping dinner. Listen to Jenny Lawson’s “Let’s Pretend This Never Happened.” Eat dinner #1

6:15: walk dogs

6:35: leave for coffee shop to meet critique partner and writing friends

6:45: debate drink choices. Order chai tea because the flavor is called “Ginger Spice.” Spice Girls for the win! Order  Caprese sandwich for dinner #2.

7-9: work on current WIP. Brainstorm with writing partner “should they have sex or just fool around in the car?” “Why did they stop talk?”

9:15: get kicked out of coffee shop because it closing

9:30: meet housemate/ bff at a nearby pub for a round of trivia

10:15: pass out

 

 

Thursday:

4:45: Husband wakes me up because he can’t sleep. He heads to gym and work. I fall back asleep.

6:15: alarm goes off. Consider skipping boot camp but figure since I’m awake, I might as well get up.

6:17: drink coffee, look at Twitter

6:45: leave for boot camp. Nearly run over a jayrunner who isn’t paying attention to traffic. Figure hitting pedestrians is not a good way to start the morning.

7:00-8:15: Boot camp. Die.

8:30: Come home and mow lawn. Wander through garden decide that there are enough cucumbers, beans, and tomatoes to can and use.

9:15: breakfast smoothie. Talk to housemate/bff about crazy dreams.

10:15: head to basement with mug of tea to work on current WIP

11:15: cuddle break with dogs.

12:00 decide to break for lunch. Eat two grilled cheese sandwiches while canning pickles and pickled beans. Decide to roast tomatoes for dinner. Listen to more of the Jenny Lawson book.

1:00-3:00 resume edits/ writing

3:00: get mail. Nothing interesting, so pretty much a waste of a walk to the mailbox. Debate going to actual post office, but legs are too sore from boot camp to make it past sidewalk.

3:05: pick up where I left off in last scene

3:45: Make scrambled eggs.

4:00-9:00 drive to day job/ work

6:30: day job is slow. Edit writing partner’s chapter in preparation for Saturday writing session.

7:15-9:00: troll twitter/ Facebook/ internet for excuses to procrastinate. Beg someone to bring me a burrito. No one does.

9:30: arrive home and roast tomatoes for a late pasta dinner. Chat with housemate and husband about random things. Decide I’m too tired for a round of ping pong.

10:15: pass out in bed

 

 

I never said I was glamourous

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Mortification Monday

12-6-1993

Dear Diary,

I’m doing murder! Shawn and I planned to write love notes to Drew to get home back for making us mad. Serves him right.

Love,
Danielle

12-18-1993

Dear Diary,

Well I found love, or at least I think I did. Shorty, Eric Y. I probably misspelled his name but oh well. Get this, he’s in 8th grade! I asked him out. But its a long story. 

Lets start with the beginning. Monday 12-13-93 Krystal game me an Indian doll. I showed it to all my friends. At lunch I showed it to Liz, Dawn and everybody else at our table. When I wasn’t watching she (Liz) took it and hid it under the table. I left. She put it in Lost and Found as a joke. Someone broke it. Mark L. found it broken and returned it to me after I went to Mr. S. The girl Liz now wants to beat me up and cuss me out. I don’t care now. 

I don’t know when but Big Mouth gave a note to Liz to give it to Shorty from me. She read it and made copies and gave one to Shorty. Later on Wednesday people (Shorty’s friends) came up to me and said Eric said yes. I didn’t know what at first but then I found out. On Thursday Eric told me yes, So now we are going out. Mark L. has been beat up 3 times by 6th graders in 1 week.

More for later,
Danielle

Thoughts on the entry above:

1) The mystery of Shorty has been solved, but still no clue who Bigmouth is.
2) The drama with Liz is a total MG/YA story waiting to happen. I don’t think she actually beat me up because I reckon I would have remembered it.
3) The whole copies of the letter? Totally E. Lockhart’s The Boyfriend List.Read it.
4) I feel bad for whoever this Mark L. guy is.

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Rejection Playlist Volume 1, Track 7: “Hold On”

Last week’s song “Hold On” by Alabama Shakes reminded me of this 1980’s gem by Wilson Phillips, which is wicked inspirational. “No one can change your life except for you/ don’t ever let anyone step all over you.” In case you need the reminder:

Some day somebody’s gonna make you want to
Turn around and say goodbye
Until then baby are you going to let them
Hold you down and make you cry
Don’t you know?
Don’t you know things can change
Things’ll go your way
If you hold on for one more day
Can you hold on for one more day
Things’ll go your way
Hold on for one more day

You could sustain
Or are you comfortable with the pain?
You’ve got no one to blame for your unhappiness
You got yourself into your own mess
Lettin’ your worries pass you by
Don’t you think it’s worth your time
To change your mind?

This video has it all: vests, mountains, oceans, and powerwalking

 

You don’t have to hold on forever, just one more day.

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Bad Poetry Friday (with music videos)

As a teenager in the ’90’s I was obsessed with a lot of bands/ singers like the Spice Girls, Alanis Morrisette, and for awhile The Cranberries.  The following piece of bad poetry is a blatant ripoff of “Linger” mixed with a little of Natalie Merchant’s “Jealousy.”

There is no date on the poem, so I’m going out on a limb and saying it was written in the spring of 1995, during my freshman year of high school. As you can tell I liked a boy (obviously) and he liked another girl. I only vaguely remember the boy and his name is long forgotten. Story of my life from 1994-1998.

Over You c. 1995

I once thought I loved you

but then I learned the truth

you never knew how much it hurt

when you treated me like dirt

and then I found out the little secret that you kept…

her.

Is she prettier than me?

Is she smarter than I’ll ever be?

Is she popular or is she trendy?

Does she have you wrapped around her finger?

Are you eating out of her hand?

If that’s the way it stands

then I guess I’m over you.

Yes, I’m finally over you

I can’t believe it’s true

after all those tears

after all those dreams

you shattered with a single blow

I thought you might like to know

I’m over you

I’m not foolish

or at least I’ll never be

and don’t take it wrong

it’s not jealousy

if anyone should be explaining

it’s time to face the bitter truth

I can’t believe these words in my moutj

but my heart is over you.

You can watch the videos and judge my plagiarism for yourself:

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