October 22nd, 2005

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cheerful cormorants

Last night we drove the distance from Texas to Arkansas. We listened to "World Cafe" on Red River Radio, with Death Cab for Cutie playing a live set.

This morning we went with my father for early tea at a friend of his' home--fresh fruit, green tea, and huge Japanese maples in stone containers.

This afternoon we went to hike at White Oak Lake. The lake is really down, with lots of places that are normally watery now dry lake bed. We heard a riot of bird happiness, and looked through thick pine trees to see dozens of cormorants sunning themselves, flapping their wings dry (cormorants do not have waterproof wings), and diving for more fish.

This evening we went to the Sand Bar Cafe, which I had grilled mahi mahi and a dry baked potato, as well as a scrumptious vegetable soup.

We're waiting for news even as I type, as we expect a niece soon, and have all the anticipation and thoughts that accompany such times.
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sometimes a cigar is not a cigar but merely a birth announcement

Now we have a new niece. I'm pleased. I love being an uncle. I think I am in many ways very uncle-like.

I'm pondering the issue of whether to do the National Novel Writing Month (nanowrimo) competition next month. I completed a novel during nanowrimo in 2002, but have chosen not to participate in the intervening years. I want to do more creative writing than I do, but I am much more at home writing poetry than fiction. I'm interested in writing for submission more than I do.

In 2002, the thing I enjoyed most was meeting the other kids who participated in the madness. Many of them took it all so seriously. I try not to take writing too seriously. I did enjoy writing the novel--in 10 days--and also the thrill when I uploaded it and got the little badge that declared me a "winner". I keep meaning to get the novel I wrote then printed up and distributed to anyone who wants one--but it's about as ponderous as my weblog, and thus I have not given it the priority it deserves.

Tomorrow we drive back to Texas, whereupon I will download a new Henri Pettersen CD from the internet, thanks to Mr. Pettersen's comment alerting me he has a new one coming out. I like the interconnectedness of internet and electronic music, in which one can interact one on one with the artists to whom one listens, without anyone worrying about being a "fan" or a "devotee".