Fuck.
I’ve been fighting with my sites all day long.
If you tried to come by during the morning, and got a prompt for a password, sorry. Things aren’t being as easy as they seem to be in all the FAQs.
I’m attempting to put 2 blogs on one page, and even though it’s a very simple process, it’s not working. I’ve been yelling at my computer all day long, neglecting my yoga completely. And it might all be because I’m just an idiot and erased a bunch of stuff I wasn’t supposed to.
I am officially a member of the Las Vegas Poetry Slam Team. That means I’ll actually be competing in Chicago in August.
The time to get scared is officially upon me. (However, being that we have a really strong, diverse team this year, I’m comforted a little by the fact that I’m with some good people.)
My journal is based around a character named Olivia, a cute little pig dreaming of being a diva on the front cover.
On the inside: “All true?” “Pretty all true to the best of my recollection.”
And it’s got random packets between pages to put wayward papers. Nice.
Natalie’s here. Getting some errand stuff done. Buying a new journal tomorrow to deface with all kinds of stuff in it.
I want to have a new piece for the slam-off on Monday, but nothing’s really sticking out to me. At least, not yet. I taped Def Poetry tonight so that might help.
Yes. And I’ve figured out a little more clearly the next novel. Some of it was the beginning of another book I’d started a couple of years ago. It’s going to be a very manically told affair.
So. I’ve realized I can actually put up mp3s here if I wanted. The only thing is that I don’t have anything of my own to put up. At least, not yet. In other words, just about everything aurally on my computer is copyrighted by someone else. And that basically means I can’t post remixes here for you because that would be inviting my ass to get shut down, and that’s muy mal.
However, being that I’m making the website for the slam team (which is still being put together, otherwise I’d have links all over), I can put up a lot of mp3 snippets of people doing their pieces. Once that goes live, I will be setting up the linkage.
While it may be convienient, getting almost all of your bills at once gets depressing after awhile.
I’m finally getting off of AOL in the next couple of days. It’ll be cheaper to run a website and manage 2 domain names a month with the cable modem than with the extra cost of AOL, which I basically only use to get email, read my one newsgroup, and make more screen names to avoid people.
Mostly it’s because I don’t want to be on it anymore and pay 23 dollars a month for shit I can get for free everywhere else on the web. And now that I have a cable modem there really isn’t a reason for me to be on it anymore.
Yeah. And stuff.
I was reading through some old archives of the girls’ private blog, and I realized that I know some extraordinary ladies. And it made me glad they’re in my life.
No reason why. Just ’cause.
You know, I’m not really one to bash on Christians, especially on a day like Easter. And I won’t start now. I just like to argue.
The problem I have is when people start quoting Paul about how to view Jesus. It’s bothered me since I’ve started studying the Bible in high school, and it burns me up (er, so to speak) when people, especially evangelicals, seem to think that their version of what Paul said is the absolute. I always keep thinking that if you want to read about Jesus, read the bloody gospels, it’s what they’re there for. Why base all of your beliefs on a bunch of letters from someone who wasn’t even there, who was merely a convert writing to more converts?
And yes, I’ve read both Testaments, have studied Paul’s letters, so I’m familiar with his part in the Scripture. What I don’t get is that the basis of most Christian ritual comes from Paul. From Paul, and not from Jesus? And the whole idea that because a group of men accepted these letters as part of the true Word seems sketchy to me, espeically when in a historical context the Bible has been wrapped in politics from the beginning.
Or maybe I just want people to really understand why there are rabbits and eggs during Easter. Or Ostara as it’s called, even though I’m not Wiccan.
