2005-12-23, 10:00 a.m.: E-mail today entitled "Re: mittimus affined" from one Dragan Bilodeau. There's a loveliness to this though I don't read the e-mail. Holiday cheer. Merry Mittimus, world. 0 comments
2005-12-20, 3:45 p.m.: Since I've been in Virginia I've gotten two acceptances. (I had been hoping for an end-of-year acceptance, to close things down in style here, and I more than got my wish.) Backwards City Review, which has the Best Blog Ever over there top right and is among my favorite new journals, has taken "Translation." And Half Drunk Muse is taking "Diaries," formerly "Dear Diary," formerly "Diaries." And Pedro was saying to me re all that: For all the submissions you do, I still think you have a really high acceptance rate. And I was thinking: Well, he doesn't know all the submissions I do, or maybe even half the submissions I do. But then I had a thought, and counted them. And the upshot is thusly: This year I sent out 29 submissions total.* And I had 10 acceptances total. So, yes, it's safe to say that's a much, much higher rate than I thought and than I ever dreamt of. And it's equally safe to say: I am happy as hell about it. * This includes one journal that seems to have since folded and which I am unable to contact at all, emails bouncing back, and two I haven't heard back from yet. 0 comments
2005-12-13, 3:07 p.m.: Silly diversions when I should be packing and doing laundry for three people, organizing xmas gifts and otherwise preparing to get on a plane tomorrow: My sexy Brazilian name: Gisele de Vasconcelos My '20s flapper name: Ozella Amalia (This is great as I was nearly named Mozella at birth, after my grandmother.) My porn star name: Champagne Waters My Irish name: Eva Kavanagh My Japanese name: Yori Takahashi (I really wanted to be Yoshie or, even better, Shizuka.) Could I pass 8th grade science? Yes, by the skin of my teeth (or 6/8, whichever you prefer). Though I really, really, really wanted to answer "Chocolate" to the question "Which /substance/ is composed of only one atom?" How "Average American" I am: surprisingly, 70% (because I wouldn't pay to go into space; but then I'm not "Average" because I do make New Year's resolutions. Wait. Doesn't everyone make New Year's resolutions? Even those people who insist, "I never make New Year's resolutions" - don't they, too, make New Year's resolutions?) Pop singer I would most want to be: Shakira. Cause she's really, really cute, and sings in Spanish and (as far as I can tell) has her natural hair color. 0 comments
2005-12-13, 10:16 a.m.: From the My Thoughts Exactly Dept. (Anthony Lane in The New Yorker on the new movies "Narnia"):
Lewis lovers must squabble among themselves. I cannot join the party, having missed out on Narnia as a child. I was busy elsewhere, up to my armpits in hobbits, and starting to ask hard questions about the sexual longevity of elves. When, as a grownup, I finally opened �The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe,� it struck me as woefully thin soil, with none of the gnarled roots of lore and language on which Tolkien thrived. 0 comments
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