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Mar. 29th, 2005 05:20 pmIt's really lovely out.
Got out for a little bit and did some errands. I've been knitting belts lately and I went to a trim store on 39th Street and found some buckles, plus a huge peach silk flower. Sweet!
Going home this weekend to visit my mom again, and to see the cherry blossoms. They're a Washington spring tradition--in the early 1900s the Japanese government donated a bunch of cherry blossom trees to Washington, and they were all planted around the Tidal Basin. They're projected to hit peak bloom this week--it's absolutely lovely when they do. They're all pink and white, and the blossoms flutter past you like snow. It's really transporting--I like to go down there and just lose myself in the colors, and imagine I'm somewhere else, somewhere transcendent.
Last night Tesse invited me to the playwright's group she and Duncan attend every Monday. Tesse had written something and had started to hear me saying it in her head, so she wanted me to read it. I got there rather late, as the group started at 6:30, and for the first 15 minutes or so I was just reading Tesse's scene and not listening or commenting (I'd walked in during the reading of something Duncan had written). Then we turned to Tesse's scene--it was a ghost story. After we read it they started commenting on it and I couldn't help myself and just blurted out some thoughts. I felt as though I might be overstepping the boundaries--I was a guest, and just throwing out your opinion can sometimes be...tricky. But I guess people didn't mind.
I am a good writer myself, and I know I'm a good editor--in one writing course I took in college, the professor told me that's what I should do. Of course the writing I prefer is advocational--that is, you're arguing a point of view, like an essay or a letter to the editor. I guess like in everything else, I like results in writing. OTOH, artistic writing can change things as well. Although I loved writing prose/short stories/novels in college, I have to say my favorite writing were the essays I wrote for my English Romantic poetry class my junior year.
I thought about applying to law school--sometimes I still think about it. When I took the general GREs I scored over 700 in the Logic section. I think I'd like law school. But I don't actually want to be a lawyer--I'd just like to sit around interpeting legal cases and writing briefs. Maybe I should just be a rabbi. A blond, female WASPy rabbi.
Got out for a little bit and did some errands. I've been knitting belts lately and I went to a trim store on 39th Street and found some buckles, plus a huge peach silk flower. Sweet!
Going home this weekend to visit my mom again, and to see the cherry blossoms. They're a Washington spring tradition--in the early 1900s the Japanese government donated a bunch of cherry blossom trees to Washington, and they were all planted around the Tidal Basin. They're projected to hit peak bloom this week--it's absolutely lovely when they do. They're all pink and white, and the blossoms flutter past you like snow. It's really transporting--I like to go down there and just lose myself in the colors, and imagine I'm somewhere else, somewhere transcendent.
Last night Tesse invited me to the playwright's group she and Duncan attend every Monday. Tesse had written something and had started to hear me saying it in her head, so she wanted me to read it. I got there rather late, as the group started at 6:30, and for the first 15 minutes or so I was just reading Tesse's scene and not listening or commenting (I'd walked in during the reading of something Duncan had written). Then we turned to Tesse's scene--it was a ghost story. After we read it they started commenting on it and I couldn't help myself and just blurted out some thoughts. I felt as though I might be overstepping the boundaries--I was a guest, and just throwing out your opinion can sometimes be...tricky. But I guess people didn't mind.
I am a good writer myself, and I know I'm a good editor--in one writing course I took in college, the professor told me that's what I should do. Of course the writing I prefer is advocational--that is, you're arguing a point of view, like an essay or a letter to the editor. I guess like in everything else, I like results in writing. OTOH, artistic writing can change things as well. Although I loved writing prose/short stories/novels in college, I have to say my favorite writing were the essays I wrote for my English Romantic poetry class my junior year.
I thought about applying to law school--sometimes I still think about it. When I took the general GREs I scored over 700 in the Logic section. I think I'd like law school. But I don't actually want to be a lawyer--I'd just like to sit around interpeting legal cases and writing briefs. Maybe I should just be a rabbi. A blond, female WASPy rabbi.
