Dear everyone (both of you),
Today, I grilled okra marinated in fermented-tofu sauce. It was delicious beyond comprehension, like savory, slimy strips of socks, in a good way. Let me know if you want the recipe.
It occurs to me that I’ve gotten lazy with blogging. Part of the reason is pure laziness brought on by becoming addicted to the television show Lost, which is fully available streamingon Netflix. Over the last four weeks, I watched ALL SIX SEASONS. That’s 121 episodes, at approximately 43 minutes each. That’s nearly 90 hours of television. At end of the final episode, all my sexy vegan muscles had atrophied, and like a newborn Giraffe, I struggled to stand on my feet. I’m now trying to relearn what it means to be a human being.
So Netflix was one thing, but also the pervasive feeling of artistic hopelessness and despair. Blogging as form of artistic expression is dying. No one reads blogs any more! It’s a vicious cycle, a solipsistic one, where I feel that I am rambling only for the sake of rambling, that no one is reading these words, that the lack of comments is an indication of a waning interest, which makes me not want to write.
But ha, writing demons, you can’t defeat me that easily! 2011, the Year of the Bunny, is the year of renewal and prolificity. It is a year where everyone is full of energy and vitality, and is cuter and cuddlier too. But it is not the soft and fluffy bunny this year! It is the Metal Bunny. Thus, it is a year of fertile productivity, combined with a will of iron!
I’ve started working with a friend, Annie, a great writer, on getting Jagged Noodles syndicated. We’ve already sent sample columns and cover letters to four syndications. What are the odds of one accepting? 1 in a 1000. But the Metal Bunny is impervious! It will keep going and going. We’ll continue submitting every week, week after week, to various newspapers across the country. The Bunny will not rest until JN is in at leat five, ten newspapers!
Meanwhile, I’ll start updating the blog regularly again. I realize how insane our society is becoming, which is great for a humor writer. So much material is out there: Sarah Palin, that crazy strict Asian mom from Yale who told her daughter to remake a birthday card the kid made for her, Hip Hop culture and the overuse of “shawty” in songs, which have gotten generally stupid and slutty, and healthcare reform. It is a fascinating and interesting world, full of stuff to make fun of. Plus, all sorts of fun things are happening in my life. The neighborhood group I’ve been chair of is coercing me to remain as chair; they like my ice breakers. Tomorrow I drive for three hours to meet with foundation rep for thirty minutes to beg for money, then drive three hours back. And Jameelah and I are planning a wedding reception for April; our friend Rona is going to be a fortune teller, and our Jewish friend Rachel is geting us a vegan cake.
Things are going great. And all I need to do is just get the Metal Bunny to ignore the call of “Dexter,” which is whispering, softly, softly in the distance…