the amount of humor

do others feel the amount of humor on this blog has fallen. i'm aware of this. i'm not sure how to remedy it. i believe that the amount of humor to be falling everywhere in the world, probably due to swine flu. someone gave my friend an "h1n1 fist-bump" rather than shaking his head. i mean his hand. it would have been funnier if they would have shaken his head, rather than giving the fist bump. but the fist bump is what they did. the person actually said "h1n1 fist bump coming at you." my friend didn't know what "h1n1" was until well after the first bump. i told him it was swine flu. i told him it looked like he had swine flu, so others were probably just being cautious. why is it that artists and writers get more political as they get it older? i believe it's because something in their brains or hearts gets fuzzied. i don't think that's a bad thing, just a thing. just a thing juts a ting. uh. i interviewed for a job teaching comp and at the end of the interview, when it was sort of clear that i had the job, pending transcripts, my interviewer went to shake my hand. i had been nervous and so i stood up to shake, but first i wiped my hand on my jacket, quick-like, saw my interviewer see this, had an awkward shake, and wanted desperately to say that i had sweaty palms because i was nervous. my interviewer walked away, seeming to eye my hand i had wiped and shook with. then i wanted to explain that i didn't always have sweaty palms, i wasn't "weird" like that, but instead i just said in a fake business voice and loud "Thank You For the Opportunity."

do others think this blog needs to be more political? should i be saying things against america or anything. i don't know

calf/achilles

does anyone know the difference between say a torn calf (gastro or soleous (sp)) and like achilles tendonitis? what are the symptoms? tennis players anyone? is it possible to "play through the pain" with tendonitis in the achilles, and where does that typically occur on the leg for a tennis player/runner? anybody? heh, i just called myself a 'tennis player.'

almost finished with paul yoon's book, that's coming soon.

concerns concerning the flashiness of flash fiction

here is a thing sean lovelace wrote here. it's a tidy little bit of unessay on the flashiness of shortly stories (i try to always read mr lovelace's stuff because his stuff is good he's a runner plays frisbee golf and his last name either sounds like a b-movie actor or a pornstar). me and flash fiction fought one time and flash fiction won, but then another time, outside was clouded and grey and so was my hair and eye, i nearly made flash fiction die, but he's okay and we drank a lager. here's what sean says about flashcists. haha, okay. i wrote a thing a post or so back about how flash fiction, to me, right now, resembles the popular form of revolution in writing, specifically online writing (the dilettante post). the problem to me isn't that the the form is being heralded and praised/hated and disregarded, but just used far too often. flash fiction and i get along, even far back stuff in time, especially the far off, zen koans and parables and fables, and then baudelaire and hemingway, and so, so many others. and the others of now cutting up the page with these shortlies are many and excellent. the thing is, and i say this is a thing, i make it a thing: no one says how great stories are, no one runs around saying 'i love sonnets' (they would be running, i say), or novels, man, novels are where it's at, or, the villanele, that's the form. but with flash fiction, i actually hear this: how cool flash fiction is as a form, how it needs it's own place, how it's valid and valid. so it gets treated as though it's "new" even though many of the "proponents" know it's not. but the main worry is how big these bits of quick have gotten. i mean, people are saying they hate flash fiction, which is stupid and boring, and then people are defending it, which seems a bit more noble, but somewhat silly-headed: i mean, flash fiction's doing fine on its own. a murky minded observer might think there needs to be a defense, but there are flash fiction anthologies, magazines devoted to flash fiction, and blahbieblah. the flash fiction lives fine, breathes its own air, however brief. the worry is, here, these ff's are a short, very short form. and while there are plenty of crap stories out there, plenty of crap writing, because flash fiction is so short and in such fashion, it's easier to get a lot of crappy flash fiction. flash fiction isn't easy, but it does appear that it's easy; flash fiction isn't new, but it feels that way, especially up on a website: this is the other flash in flash fiction, the part to question a little.

her hair was enormous

this blog is slowly slogging off. my desire to be a blogger is blogging me up. im'a'all bloggidy bligged. i have no idea what to say about anything anymore. today i spoke to a lady with a great big happy southern accent (i'm doing some writing workshops for people on her campus) and she kept saying "delighted." then i kept saying "delighted." i felt that i too had to have a great big happy talk sound. though i spoke with her on the phone, i understood her hair was enormous. then she said oh my god i nearly hit that car. then she said, i'm driving right now, darling. my brain won't do two things at once, ha, ha. and i said to be careful.

my calf muscle, i don't understand it. maybe it's an achilles thing. i'm tired of having a calf or achilles thing. i might be a hero.

so many things are happening and yet so many of them are completely unrelatable. i shaved off my beard. again. i'm having no wheat in my diet. i finished a story called "In His Mother's House, This Odette," which i think i like. i think i like i think i like i drink a lot i think. but no but hey. life is hard these days going to work living a workingman's life so hard when there's so little money. you know? but not really and i don't know why not really. just not really even at all hard. a tree's trunk is rather hard relatively.

after class i saw a fellow teacher eat a banana. i was like "ha." another fellow teacher asked me how my new sitch was. it took me a minute to understand that he was talking about "my new situation." i told him that now that i understood he was talking about "my new situation" that it was okay.

sat under the only skyscraper in spartanburg and watched that building going up into the night sky, the word Denny's in bright, glowing letters. bought new books:
big world mary miller
stories scott mclanahan
once the shore paul yoon
in a bear's eye yannick murphy
also reading moby dick and ahab gave a speech. i like the paul yoon book.
okay bye