Literature for the Ear

I love audio. I love radio. I love literature. And I’m a geek…  and, since I don’t have nearly enough to do (HAH!)  I’ve started a literary audio magazine (online only), Writers Out Loud: Literature for the Ear.

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A special thanks to Midge Raymond, who eagerly submitted the first piece, The Ecstatic Cry, an excerpt from her book Forgetting English. I’m honored to have a prize winning writer want submit a piece to this new venture.

I’ll officially launch the site after this semester ends–  mid May, and plan to do some full-on media blitzes.  If you’d like YOUR piece to be showcased alongside Midge’s DO submit your work.

I’ve put the call out to some really fine writers I know, and am hoping they will follow Midge’s lead, fire up Garage Band on their MAC or download Audacity for their PC and have fun with sound!


Fun with Flat Stanley

Last week when I was visiting San Diego, my friend Ralph and I toured Flat Stanley around town.

It was a blast.  We hope Stanley comes to visit again.  

The Flat Stanley project is a combination community art project / literacy program / geography lesson that kids in the 1st or 2nd grade do.  Kids get a Flat Stanley to color as they like, then mail him off to a friend or relative that lives in a different locale.

Our Stanley came from Ralph’s seven-year-old nephew Ryan, who lives in Illinois, a town called Huntley that Ralph, who grew up in the city of Chicago, says is the Algonquin word for “way the fuck out there.” Note, it is fifty plus miles northwest of Chicago. 

Stanley enjoyed his tour of San Diego, especially since the weather was sunny, and mid-seventies, while the weather in Illinois was still what could only be classified as The Dead of Winter.  

Check out the photos from Stanley’s San Diego tour here–> be be warned the page will load a little slowly.  Lots of photos.  Lots of megabytes.

More Spring Stuff

According the to the Wikipedia article on the Ladderback Woodpecker, he’s out and about year round. However, I just noticed him for the first time the other day. I did not have my camera, but this little guy was peeking his head up above the fence. A wooden fence. I hope he had a nice little snack.

Although I’ve always said that San Diego does indeed have seasons, they really are more subtle.  Here in New Mexico, there is a surprising amount of spring action going on.  

I feel like a total dork walking around town stopping to closely examine each and every budding plant along the way, to touch them, to smell them.  It’s all so alien to me.  Who knew a desert would be so green!

The trees are budding as I noted a couple of days ago, I’m seeing birds that I’ve not seen, and everyone is sneezing–  juniper and chamisa in bloom and what looks like some fruit trees bursting with pink and white flowers seem to be the main culprits.  

All of the sudden I’ve got the urge to do yard work.   I started yesterday cleaning up a small flower bed in my back yard that has some tiny daffodils peeking out of the ground.  They just really needed to be free of the leaves that had fallen off the big elm tree.  Of course it didn’t stop there….  I had to clean up the leaves in the side yard too.  Raking, sweeping and shoveling leaves.  It felt good to be outside.  To do physical work.  Of course now I am sore, but it feels good.  I am eager to do more.

If only I had more time. 

I’m Still a Rock Star, I Got My Rock Moves

My friend Karin asked me in an email how it feels to be a rock star. And I have to say it’s quite stressful. I’m coming home for a visit this weekend, and it sorta feels like I’m a rock star, everybody want to see me, spend time with, there’s so much to do, so little time.

Here’s my schedule:

Arrive 2pm. Pick Up Rental Car (so my sister won’t have to cart me around) 5pm Dinner with Rick. 7pm San Diego Writers Dime Stories Open Mic at The Grove. I’ll be reading an excerpt from a work in progress– piece that began in San Diego sparked from a writing prompt at the San Diego Writers Ink Write-A-Thon fundraiser last year. 9pm drinks after with some folks.

a.m. Debby wants me to take a pilates class (we’ll see if I get my assouta bed in time for that). The day is reserved for Debby time. Which means I’ll be in a whirlwind all day. 7pm BBQ / B-day party for my roommate…. At last count, the guest list is up to about 20. Not sure. It’s a bring your own meat party (Poor grad student here) I will be buying a lot of lettuce for the big salad I’m making. OH and it turns out my aunt and uncle will be in town too…

Brunch with a friend. We may do a Flat Stanley day (if Stanley makes it into town on time).
4pm Beach Walk with Friend. 7pm. Dinner. somewhere. with someone. not sure. I’m getting confused….

Day at the office. Yeah! Kooky I know, most people don’t like to go to work. But I miss my office mates, telecommuting and skyping just isn’t the same. 5pm. Happy Hour with the office peeps.
Dinner. somewhere. with someone.

Half day at office. And I may try to get some homework done. hahahahahahhaahha. Dinner with a friend from L.A. 7pm The Main Event: Dime Stories Showcase at UCSD. I’ll be one of 15 fabulous writers of the mini story. Dime stories are “Equal parts seductive and tiny, DimeStories are funny. They’re heartwrenching… They’re fictional or factual but, either way, they’re all true…”

I’m super excited to have been invited to participate in the showcase.  This monthly event, parts of which are being sculpted into a public radio show, really started up after I left San Diego.  When I realized I needed to come home at least for a few days every semester, I decided to schedule one time when I could attend the Dime Stories Showcase, and when I asked when the next one would be, I was invited to participate.  I am truly honored. It was not my intention to finagle a spot on stage–  I mostly wanted to check out what they’re doing.  Prose readings / open mics are hard to come by. Poets have all the fun….

9 am. (or is it 10am? I better check my ticket) Depart San Diego.  sigh. You can see why I am feeling stress. Rtn to ABQ noonish. 7pm class.