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Search your feelings; you know it to be true! 3 days until my birthday! |
Friday, May 7, 1999 Awards, A Word, and Star Wars Sorry about the delay. 'Tis Sunday afternoon as I type this, but, goodness knows, I have enough to say here. Let's resume by backtracking just a bit to that awards ceremony, Thursday afternoon. My mother couldn't make it there, which I had mixed feelings about. It might've been nice if she could have been there; my family life and my college life are kept pretty much separate, and while I'm a bit scared of the results of mixing the two, it might've been nice. Besides, they read excerpts of about half of the winning pieces, and the audience just loved the start of "The Casey Variations," giving it a round of applause, even (unique among the pieces read, in that regard, except the last one), and I think she would've appreciated that. (On the other hand, I know better than to take that personally. "Casey" was one of the few pieces that strove to be funny, and, with the final bit (part of a scene from a play), was one of the only two pieces specifically written to be performed in public. Most of the other stuff was more serious, and meant to be read on the printed page.) On the other hand, more than a little profanity was used in some of those other pieces, so maybe it's just as well that she wasn't there. I don't think she'd have appreciated that. Anyway, I did snag a couple of extra copies of the program, figuring that I could pass them along to her and my grandmother... but, on getting home, I realized that that might be a problem. See, right above...
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English Club Prize for Literary Excellence
For an untitled meta-poem and prose commentary on dead white guys, iambic feet, Beowulf, and "Casey at the Bat"
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James Kreuzer Prize for Literary Promise
For a short story: "Junto and his Hermano mayor" And a group of poems: "My brown baby with broken love handles," "170 from roughly 2380," and "You little piece of German/Mexican shit"
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Somehow, I can't see that last word going over very well with the folks.
Oh, well.
Anyway. After that, I spoke to a bunch of people, and eventually went home, after which I called the school paper and told the Opinions Editor that I'd accidentally misspelled one name in my column for this week. It turned out that she hadn't even downloaded it yet, so that was no problem. She said she'd take care of the correction. I don't recall doing much after that, so I think I just went to sleep.
Okay, before moving on to the next two entries, let me finally get in my feelings on the new Star Wars movie. Personally, I snapped about a month ago, and part of me has been hoping that this will turn out to be the Godzilla of 1999. I don't think it's likely, but I can't help but think it would be rather nice. So it was wonderful to read this entry in Anhedonia. Trust me; you don't want to miss this. And, just now, a friend e-mailed me to let me know that Dave Barry has written a column on the film. I confess that I hadn't had a chance to keep up with Barry's column over the past couple of weeks. My loss. 'Course, I imagine I'll end up seeing the film towards the end of the summer anyway, assuming I end up gainfully employed by then.
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