But Call Me Betsy

We went over essays/stories the other night in the class I'm taking at Penn. Last week, we all had to turn in drafts of our work, even if we're not being reviewed for several weeks. This is odd to me. Usually, you turn your piece in the week before it will be workshopped. That way, you can continue working on it up until the last minute. So, for the next four weeks, I am not supposed to make any changes to my story. Of course, I could anyway, but then that means that the class critique might not be relevant by the time we get around to doing it. An older woman in the class unintentionally said the funniest thing. We were going over her piece and talking about comments and she said, Oh, did I need to write comments for my own piece? Sure, yes. "The writing here is hard to follow and I didn't know what was going on." We also did something I've never done in a grad class before--we had a training session on how to give good feedback. The teacher read aloud a pa...

For the better. I can now take the subway three stops, get off at South and Broad, and walk the rest of the way to work in about half an hour. And it's a nice walk. Lots of little shops and restaurants. I bought two Clemintines, an apple, a Greek yogurt, and Health Nut trail mix at a little store somewhere, along with pumpkin-flavored coffee. It was there that I had a brief conversation with another woman trying to pour coffee. I didn't like her because she seem exasperated that the guy ahead of us was grabbing drinks for his work crew, but I talked to her anyway. Later in the walk, I saw this black homeless-looking guy fiddling with his belt in a doorway. Another woman was walking toward me and I saw she was looking at him too, and frowning. I said, What is he doing? She said, He's peeing. He's peeing in those people's doorway. I said, That's a nice way to start your morning. They're also doing construction near Penn for the new Penn park. Here is a crane w...

In our office! Sweeten has always had a little squirrel problem, but I think we've now reached critical mass. Yesterday, Jason and I watched a fat squirrel run back and forth across his desk. It had arrived from the hole in his floor (see below). Even though we've set feral traps, the squirrels will not go for the peanut butter. Why should they? There's plenty of chocolate around that tastes much better and doesn't cause you to be trapped in a cage. This is Franco, Leigh Ann's cat. I went with her yesterday to pick him up for the vet, where he had his teeth cleaned. They gave her liver-flavored toothpaste to periodically rub on his teeth. Know what my cats get? The occasional can of smelly wet foot, divided by three.

That's what the Philadelphia ladies say when something is dead wrong. "It's a sin..." That's what they were saying today at lunch when I was describing L.'s mom to them--how she has moved into yet another house that he will not be allowed to stay in because of (1). dust or (2). the smell of something burning or (3). electrical problems or (4). lawn fertilizer at the next door neighbor's house or (5). a dog that stopped by once ten years ago or (6). the possibility of disaster, harm, germs, dirt, smells, lightning, banana peels, etc. (image is from www.toothpastefordinner.com) The reading/discussion went well last night; several of my co-workers/friends showed up, which was nice. No one heckled. The guy who supposedly goes to all of the readings and asks dumb questions wasn't there, thankfully. I also turned in a story draft for my grad class last night; it needs work. It's a story about what it was like to work at the organ transplant place; how ...

If you need to see me this evening, I'll be taking part in a reading of Philadelphia Noir , edited by Carlin Romano at the Penn bookstore at 6 PM. You can read about it here . We're not actually reading from the book, because that would take forever, but I guess we're supposed to say something about the process of writing the story--how we came up with our ideas, etc. I made Dan talk with me about it yesterday so I could try to remember how the idea came about. I was just rereading some of the story, and the narrator just really isn't very likable. The situation too is a bit of a stretch. But I can talk about how I determined where it would be set. I was writing it when I was also looking for a house, and so I got to see the inside of all of these different South Philly homes, and started noticing similarities among some of the places where you could just tell the owners were older. Dark paneling, furniture covered in plastic, Jesus-es all over the place, and, oddly,...

This is some interesting graffiti that I encountered on my morning walk across South Street Bridge. I think it's a rabbit. A rabid rabbit. I am very happy that the construction is done on South Street--it'll make my Tuesday evening commute home from the Penn Museum so much easier. This is the outside of two shops I like. Spool is a fabric store and Loop is a knitting store. Clever, huh? Thanksgiving bears on my street. Oh, and these are the Halloween decorations in my window. Luke made the witch on the broom. And Dan made the vampire. I did the ghosts. Hey spell out Happy Halloween!! A bat and a warty witch. Luke made the pumpkins. Please note that he copied my multi-cut out technique above. Frankenstein and black cat. Okay, and this week at the Princeton Green Street, I totally scored on stuff. Black hat from Banana Republic, Nine West shoes, and that's a real brand new tank top directly from BR that I forced Dan to buy me. This is an earlier--an olive-studded dress. And a...

I heard a story this morning about Philadelphia Noir on WHYY , our NPR affiliate. That's the collection that one of my stories is in, and it also has stories by two of the women who took my Philadelphia Stories writing class, Halimah and Laura. AND, Laura was interviewed on the radio program about her story set in Rittenhouse. I tried not to be jealous. I listened in vain for my name or a reference to my story,"Princess," which takes place in South Philly. Nada. I guess the reason they chose Philly for the newest series is because the annual Noircon Mystery Writer's Conference is being held in the City of Brotherly Love this year. It starts today, in fact. I was going to send you to the website, but it sucks. But I think the flier is kind of fun. In any case, if you want to come out and hear readings, they're holding one on Sunday at Robin's Bookstore and then another at the Penn bookstore (36th and Walnut) on Wed., Nov. 10 at 6 PM. I'm going to that one...