The Yes Zone

Entries from May 2008

June Flash Fiction Carnival

May 31, 2008 · No Comments

I’m hosting the June Flash Fiction Carnival over at the Flash Fiction Carnival 2008 blog. Sharpen your pencils, (scrape off your palimpsest if you need to) and head on over.

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Friday cat blogging

May 30, 2008 · No Comments

It’s Friday

So, when are you going to clean this mess so that I can take a nap?

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Why I love muni…

May 30, 2008 · No Comments

Well, most people have a love-hate relationship with muni. I am beginning to realize that it is possible to love muni - but in order to do that, you have to be in a zen state of mind; very present and in the moment, completely ignoring the meeting you’re going to be late to.

Case in point: riding the muni to work this morning. The driver seemed like he was a brand new immigrant who had never driven on the streets and freeways of a major city. It started out by being annoying, when he would brake for no reason, and then you would feel a slight bump as the bus went over a minuscule pothole in the road. And then he would brake again, and you would look around wildly for the accident that was narrowly averted - but no. There was just a pickup truck in the next lane that was traveling slightly faster than the bus.

Then, it got to be a game - lets see, will he brake for the miata that’s coming up from behind? Yes! Great job driver - it would not do for that tiny car to be crushed, pulled up between the tires and be spat away like an insignificant insect.

And that’s when the distractions started - apparently, the windshield wipers needed to be switched on and off, in tandem and singly, until they were wiping to a rhythm none of us could hear.

And then, tragedy: we were at a red light, and there were cars all around us. What will he do? Will he drive on when the light turns green? Will he swing the steering wheel wildly, knocking everyone out of the way?

Of course not - he’s the brake rider. He’s going to stop right there, until everyone’s gone and only then, will he start moving.

But not before breaking out into loud bursts of laughter.
Of relief perhaps?

At my stop (near the transbay terminal) one of the passengers walked up in front and asked him which way the bart station was. The driver pointed to the terminal and gave the poor passenger instructions on how to get there and how bart was under there, and then burst out laughing again.

When your day starts like that, how can I not love muni?

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9 Stories - J. D. Salinger

May 29, 2008 · No Comments

This is the kind of book you pick up and go, “oh, short stories”, look at the very slim volume, think “I need something meaty right now” and then put away. And then go pick up a few months later and start reading. After the first story grabs you by your shirtfront and drags you along and the ending leaves you breathless and thinking “wow”, you have to stop and think about what you just read.

The second story is the same way. The language just gets out of the way and the story sinks right into your psyche. As you get to the end of the story, you think “I have no recollection of what words were used, but by god, the characters…”

Words laid out one after another on a page. This is how a craftsman works.

By the time you get to the third story, you have slowed your reading down and are nervously looking at how little of the book is left. It’s more than three quarters, but it does not seem enough.

As you finish the fourth, you are seriously considering putting the book away and coming back to it later. You don’t want this to end. You want to be able to read more, and desire to be able to write stories that grip like that. You slow your reading down further, savoring each sentence.

It doesn’t work. The book ends anyway. But the characters, they live on, with their foibles and dreams and hurts, both fun and tragic.

Thank you J.D.

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