FIN-Fare.
I finished. I would say the writing was like pulling teeth, but that makes it sound misleadingly simple. Pulling teeth doesn’t seem so very difficult: I believe you merely tie one end of a string to the tooth, and the other end to a doorknob. Or pliers—pliers would work, and the nice thing about pulling teeth is that it’s over quickly, and when it is, you’re done. Think you could have done a better job? Too bad! You can’t pull the same tooth twice, whereas I can rewrite the same sentence fifty or sixty times before I have to stop to hyperventilate.
Of course now that my essays are turned in, I have to start writing something new, and god only knows what that will be, and there is always the possibility that the professor will hate my writing and the fact that I used the phrase “edible hot pants” and that he will blacklist me at all the swanky publications he has written for and could I borrow that paper bag for a moment?
I could probably use a nap.
Christmas is three weeks away. Does that seem possible to you? January starts in four weeks, and something tells me February won’t be far behind…
New entry tomorrow, when I’ve gotten some sleep.
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I want to read about the edible hot pants, because, honestly, it sounds like a hoot. And the fact that you used it in an academic essay is perhaps the best thing I’ve ever heard.
Alas, “edible hot pants” was in a creative essay. I am not quite hardcore enough to use it academically. Although wouldn’t that be something?
“His argument, like a pair of edible hotpants, did not hold up to the heat of scrutiny.”
Can we still read about edible hot pants? I guess if it’s up for publishing you can’t share the essay here, but if it’s not…
we wait with baited breath.
Congrats on getting it done. I’m impressed.
PS. LOVE the eating, drinking, reading posts in sidebar. Not sure how long they’ve been there but yay! Love them.
I’ve enjoyed perusing your blog quite a bit. I was shocked by your position on Target. Shocked because during a tenure in Providence, Rhode Island, Hatbox Louie and my trips to Target were some of our calmest and most satisfying moments. And it always seemed wierd. It is the shock of unexpected commiseration.
And we were at the same time denigrating Wal-Mart in all its dirty, bad, disturbing-greeter glory. And by the way, (based on an earlier post of yours) as a lapsed doctor I can tell you that stressing out someone about their stress in a lame attempt to compel them to reduce their stress level is ruinous and a common medical style. I look forward to reading more, Dr. Nostrum.
Wow! Congrats on managing to finish those essays.
Congrats! on both the essay-finishing, and the (NaBloPoWhatever!) book-winning. Woot, woot. : )
Actually, I’ve found that a dry washcloth provides a most excellent grip for pulling loose teeth. It’s also convenient for staunching blood flow after the tooth is out.
I, too, would like to read about the hot pants, having never had the courage to submit something so bold when I was in college.