March 30th, 2003

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Poem for Snowy Late-March Sunday

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That's right, I said snowy. Never mind that it's in the 40s and will melt as soon as it stops coming down so hard that it doesn't have time to melt before adhering to the cars and the wood of the deck. Yesterday it was 70 degrees and there were rainbows; today we have a snow shower.

I keep rereading The Unswept Room and I keep crying. eyebrowofdoom pointed out that it is probably a mistake to think of Olds' poetry as strictly autobiographical, even though it is overwhelmingly in the first person, overwhelmingly consistent and overwhelmingly in line with the known factual details of her life -- in this volume she points out the ways in which she plays with reality, for instance in a poem in which her adult daughter, visiting a concentration camp, calls her mother in a rage and says furiously that the poet claimed in a poem that she was a Jew and she isn't so how could she do that -- so we get, on the one hand, the fiction of her Jewishness, yet on the other hand we get the provable fact of her poem about feeling like a survivor, which is in one of Olds' previous books.

I first read Sharon Olds my sophomore year of college in a women's poetry class that changed my life on so many levels...so I have literally been reading her for half my life, I have known the narrator of the poems for half my life. Reading about her husband falling out of love and leaving her is as upsetting as if it had happened to one of my friends. Worse even, because I know more intimate details about the narrator of these poems than I know about most of my friends.

Am now officially working as a news writer for Trek Nation. This will severely curtail my play time, I'm afraid, though it will greatly assist my financial situation so it can't be helped. If I owe you notes or betas or comments or fic, I apologize in advance, but April is going to be a very poor month for me for communication!

Susan Faludi in the Times on how Bush betrays the cowboy charter he apes...

Frank Rich on the media war and showbiz standards...

Maureen Dowd utters the following brilliant lines: "We're stunned to discover that the local population treats our well-armed high-tech troops like invaders. Why is all this a surprise again? I know our hawks avoided serving in Vietnam, but didn't they, like, read about it?"

From lunasv, the wonderful news: if I were a David Bowie film character, I would get to make love with Catherine Deneuve!

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City on the Edge of 'The Dead Zone'

When that show is good, it is just SO good. I mean -- tonight's episode was entirely predictable. Two minutes in you could guess the major crisis and the inevitable outcome. I simply didn't expect to have my guts wrenched inside out in the course of watching it unfold.

Anthony Michael Hall is just amazing. And it was really neat to see him onscreen with Ally Sheedy again. But really all the casting this week, stunt and non-stunt, has been excellent. And except for one single sexist, homophobic episode that made me want to hit Michael Piller with a brick and ask him what the hell he was thinking, the storylines have been universally thought-provoking, chilling at times...very Classic Trek.