Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
Our film today won The U.S. Documentary Grand Jury Prize at Sundance. It's The Wolfpack (2015; Rated R; Available on Netflix Streaming, DVD, and for a price on Amazon Prime).
A man in Peru, Oscar Angulo, who is a follower of Hare Krishna, marries an American traveler named Susanne. They move to New York and have seven children. The boys are Mukunda, Narayana, Govinda, Bhagavan, Krisna (Glenn), and Jagadesh (Eddie), and their sister is Visnu.
Oscar believes the streets of New York are a prison. Work is a prison. He locks up his family in an apartment on Manhattan's Lower East Side. They live on welfare and a stipend their mother receives for homeschooling them. Their father allows them to leave the apartment in carefully supervised outings with him, during which they are not allowed to speak to anyone. Sometimes they leave the apartment several times during a year. One year, they don't leave at all.
Most of their view of the world comes from the five thousand movies on videocassette and DVD their father accumulates. The boys type scripts for their favorites. Then they re-enact the movies and film them. They seem particularly fond of Quentin Tarantino, Christopher Nolan, and Martin Scorsese movies. They make their own costumes and prop guns.
Visnu is not a participant. She seems ill or disabled in some way.
It all changes one day during 2010, when Mukunda disobeys his father and leaves the apartment. He walks around the neighborhood. Soon, all the boys begin to experience the world.
Then a recent film school graduate named Crystal Moselle spots the boys, aged eleven to eighteen, as they walk together in New York. They wear matching black suits, black Ray Bans, and have waist-length black hair.
She becomes the first person they invite to their apartment, and she makes The Wolfpack.
To watch it, in parts, is to see what grown-up babies feel the first time they touch sand and go in salt water and feel the sun on their skin.
The boys, now young men, seem unusually pleasant, attractive, and intelligent. You need to see the documentary to learn more.
I watched The Wolfpack on Netflix Streaming. I will do something I don't think I've ever done before. I grant this film The Janie Junebug MUST SEE Seal of Approval.
Don't expect to be told what to think about this family. Moselle maintains her position as a documentary filmmaker--not a commentator. You must form your own opinions. I've done some research on the family today. If you want to Google them, then I suggest you watch the movie first.
Strange and amazing viewing!
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
TIP TUESDAY: VARY YOUR SENTENCE STRUCTURE
Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
Here's a sentence structure I see frequently in manuscripts: The president tried to impose immigration restrictions, shutting down the borders.
What's wrong with this structure?
Nothing in particular--until I've seen it two hundred times in two hundred pages. If you think I'm picking on you and your writing, then maybe I am. I don't have a particular author in mind. I happen to see this structure A LOT in the books I edit.
Vary your sentence structures, please, unless you have a creative reason to repeat a structure. Your readers will thank you.
Using the same structure over and over and over and over and over . . . well, it's boring. Wake me up with your writing.
Consider this possibility: Write a paragraph with a few sentences that are about the same length, and when you reach an important point or a concept that's a surprise, write a sentence that's two words.
He strolled by the table as I ate my dinner. "You're fat," he said.
"I might be fat, but I can lose weight. You can't lose stupid."
I didn't see the knife behind his back until it was too late.
Blood ran.
Use some long sentences, too. In the future, we'll work on punctuation that makes sentences easier to understand.
If you like the sentence structure I used at the beginning of this post, go ahead and use it. But perhaps you can avoid using it in one paragraph after another.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
Here's a sentence structure I see frequently in manuscripts: The president tried to impose immigration restrictions, shutting down the borders.
What's wrong with this structure?
Nothing in particular--until I've seen it two hundred times in two hundred pages. If you think I'm picking on you and your writing, then maybe I am. I don't have a particular author in mind. I happen to see this structure A LOT in the books I edit.
Vary your sentence structures, please, unless you have a creative reason to repeat a structure. Your readers will thank you.
Using the same structure over and over and over and over and over . . . well, it's boring. Wake me up with your writing.
Consider this possibility: Write a paragraph with a few sentences that are about the same length, and when you reach an important point or a concept that's a surprise, write a sentence that's two words.
He strolled by the table as I ate my dinner. "You're fat," he said.
"I might be fat, but I can lose weight. You can't lose stupid."
I didn't see the knife behind his back until it was too late.
Blood ran.
Use some long sentences, too. In the future, we'll work on punctuation that makes sentences easier to understand.
If you like the sentence structure I used at the beginning of this post, go ahead and use it. But perhaps you can avoid using it in one paragraph after another.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
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| Thank you, fishducky. |
Monday, January 11, 2016
BOOK NOOK: WOMAN ON THE VERGE OF PARADISE BY ROBYN ALANA ENGEL
Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
How about a book that's funny and sad, but uplifting? You want it. You got it.
I promised you a good book today, and here it is: Woman on the Verge of Paradise by our friend, Robyn Alana Engel, who blogs ever so hilariously at Life By Chocolate.
My purchase of this book represents the only time I've ordered (I shop online; I'm a recluse in real life) a book because I thought the cover was amusing:
Then the mail carrier deposited the book in the box nailed next to my front door, where I can't fence in the front yard or I have to move my mailbox all the way out to the curb, which is like ten miles away, and I looked inside the book and learned the cover was designed by Bryan Pedas of A Beer for the Shower, so, duh, it's no wonder the cover is great. I like the back of the book even better, but you have to buy the book to see the photo of our author, who appears to be in pain because she has something in her eye. Maybe a contact lens.
Engel describes her work as "creative non-fiction" or "memoir-ish." She also does not recommend the book for
1) Children
2)The Narrow-Minded or
3) Martha Stewart
Boy, am I glad I'm not on that list because I happen to love Woman on the Verge of Paradise, which henceforth I shall refer to as Paradise because it's where I live: Paradise, Florida, with palmetto bugs, rats, feral cats so well fed they watch the rats stroll around, gigantic locusts, and my own private Lake Junebug when it rains enough.
When Engel refers to her book as memoir-ish, I think it's because she changed some names to protect the guilty; i.e., I don't believe she was married to a man named Justin Case.
Pardise begins with the kind of sex dream I wish I had, and gets even better when the author awakens and wants breakfast:
"Food." I like food. "Must eat."
I find myself in the kitchen attempting to pour Kashi in a bowl, but realize I neglected to open the box. So I open the box.
Milk is needed. The microwave doors swings open, seemingly by my own hand. Oops.
Of course, Paradise has more to it than Engel's sophisticated culinary skills. She takes us on her journey through life--so far--including her mom's death from cancer, a marriage that maybe had great potential but didn't quite work out, and a lot of dates with a lot of men. Good men. Bad men. In-between men. Creepy men. Weird men. Men so weird they're scary, and men so weird they're funny.
One date shows her his hot wax vat and his birds. Best line in the book: To my credit, I didn't touch his cockatiel.
Ultimately, what I love the most about Paradise is that Robyn Alana Engel learns that the pumpkin will not turn into a coach, glass slippers would hurt like a bitch, and she is not Cinderella and doesn't need to be Cinderella. Robyn Alana Engel is a complete person, not in need of a man, though she'll take a good one if he should happen to come along.
Woman on the Verge of Paradise earns The Janie Junebug Seal of Highest Approval. I purchased my copy from Amazon at http://goo.gl/1wm3Wa.
However, Ms. Engel has informed me that she will give you a copy of her book in exchange for an honest review. If you would like to read and honestly review Woman on the Verge of Paradise, please email me at dumpedfirstwife.blogspot.com, and I'll pass along your most personal information to the author (remember to include bank account numbers, but that's just for me).
Or you can email the author herself at Rawknrobyn@aol.com.
Happy reading!
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
How about a book that's funny and sad, but uplifting? You want it. You got it.
I promised you a good book today, and here it is: Woman on the Verge of Paradise by our friend, Robyn Alana Engel, who blogs ever so hilariously at Life By Chocolate.
My purchase of this book represents the only time I've ordered (I shop online; I'm a recluse in real life) a book because I thought the cover was amusing:
Then the mail carrier deposited the book in the box nailed next to my front door, where I can't fence in the front yard or I have to move my mailbox all the way out to the curb, which is like ten miles away, and I looked inside the book and learned the cover was designed by Bryan Pedas of A Beer for the Shower, so, duh, it's no wonder the cover is great. I like the back of the book even better, but you have to buy the book to see the photo of our author, who appears to be in pain because she has something in her eye. Maybe a contact lens.
Engel describes her work as "creative non-fiction" or "memoir-ish." She also does not recommend the book for
1) Children
2)The Narrow-Minded or
3) Martha Stewart
Boy, am I glad I'm not on that list because I happen to love Woman on the Verge of Paradise, which henceforth I shall refer to as Paradise because it's where I live: Paradise, Florida, with palmetto bugs, rats, feral cats so well fed they watch the rats stroll around, gigantic locusts, and my own private Lake Junebug when it rains enough.
When Engel refers to her book as memoir-ish, I think it's because she changed some names to protect the guilty; i.e., I don't believe she was married to a man named Justin Case.
Pardise begins with the kind of sex dream I wish I had, and gets even better when the author awakens and wants breakfast:
"Food." I like food. "Must eat."
I find myself in the kitchen attempting to pour Kashi in a bowl, but realize I neglected to open the box. So I open the box.
Milk is needed. The microwave doors swings open, seemingly by my own hand. Oops.
Of course, Paradise has more to it than Engel's sophisticated culinary skills. She takes us on her journey through life--so far--including her mom's death from cancer, a marriage that maybe had great potential but didn't quite work out, and a lot of dates with a lot of men. Good men. Bad men. In-between men. Creepy men. Weird men. Men so weird they're scary, and men so weird they're funny.
One date shows her his hot wax vat and his birds. Best line in the book: To my credit, I didn't touch his cockatiel.
Ultimately, what I love the most about Paradise is that Robyn Alana Engel learns that the pumpkin will not turn into a coach, glass slippers would hurt like a bitch, and she is not Cinderella and doesn't need to be Cinderella. Robyn Alana Engel is a complete person, not in need of a man, though she'll take a good one if he should happen to come along.
Woman on the Verge of Paradise earns The Janie Junebug Seal of Highest Approval. I purchased my copy from Amazon at http://goo.gl/1wm3Wa.
However, Ms. Engel has informed me that she will give you a copy of her book in exchange for an honest review. If you would like to read and honestly review Woman on the Verge of Paradise, please email me at dumpedfirstwife.blogspot.com, and I'll pass along your most personal information to the author (remember to include bank account numbers, but that's just for me).
Or you can email the author herself at Rawknrobyn@aol.com.
Happy reading!
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
Friday, January 8, 2016
AN ANSWER TO A GRAMMATICAL CONCERN
Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
When I started my TIP TUESDAY feature, I promised I would answer your questions about grammar. Some of you asked questions immediately, and I want to provide grammatical healing now that we've recovered from the holidays.
On the first TIP TUESDAY, Andrea at Maybe it's just me commented . . .
This sounds like useful fun! (Perhaps that was the desired effect? Affect? Um, can you tell me a handy way to keep those straight?) Fozzie says being a dog is truly exhausting even at a basic rest level.
Obviously, Fozzie understands how the puppy in the photo feels. Fozzie understands me, too.
Yes, Andrea. I can tell you a handy way to keep effect and affect straight.
EFFECT = NOUN
AFFECT = VERB
Examples: Lady Mary had quite an effect on Mr. Pamuk.
Lady Mary affected Mr. Pamuk in ways she never thought possible!
Notice a small but important difference between the two sentences. The noun has the word "an" in front of it. An is an article. You used effect correctly in your comment, and I know it's correct because you used the article the. The noun is sad and weak, and needs a little article to prop it up.
English articles are
A
An
The
By thinking in terms of “the effect,” you can usually sort out which is which, because you can’t stick a “the” in front of a verb. While some people do use “effect” as a verb (“a strategy to effect a settlement”), they are usually lawyers, and you should therefore ignore them if you want to write like a human. (source: copyblogger)
So if you use an article, Andrea and Gentle Readers, and you have to choose between effect and affect, the correct answer is effect.
I'll try to continue to answer at least one grammatical question each week. I have a couple of others in the original TIP TUESDAY comments. If you have other concerns, please email me at dumpedfirstwife@gmail.com.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
P.S. It's been a while since I reviewed a book. I'll have a good one for you on Monday.
When I started my TIP TUESDAY feature, I promised I would answer your questions about grammar. Some of you asked questions immediately, and I want to provide grammatical healing now that we've recovered from the holidays.
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| Well, most of us have recovered. |
This sounds like useful fun! (Perhaps that was the desired effect? Affect? Um, can you tell me a handy way to keep those straight?) Fozzie says being a dog is truly exhausting even at a basic rest level.
Obviously, Fozzie understands how the puppy in the photo feels. Fozzie understands me, too.
Yes, Andrea. I can tell you a handy way to keep effect and affect straight.
EFFECT = NOUN
AFFECT = VERB
Examples: Lady Mary had quite an effect on Mr. Pamuk.
Lady Mary affected Mr. Pamuk in ways she never thought possible!
Notice a small but important difference between the two sentences. The noun has the word "an" in front of it. An is an article. You used effect correctly in your comment, and I know it's correct because you used the article the. The noun is sad and weak, and needs a little article to prop it up.
English articles are
A
An
The
By thinking in terms of “the effect,” you can usually sort out which is which, because you can’t stick a “the” in front of a verb. While some people do use “effect” as a verb (“a strategy to effect a settlement”), they are usually lawyers, and you should therefore ignore them if you want to write like a human. (source: copyblogger)
So if you use an article, Andrea and Gentle Readers, and you have to choose between effect and affect, the correct answer is effect.
I'll try to continue to answer at least one grammatical question each week. I have a couple of others in the original TIP TUESDAY comments. If you have other concerns, please email me at dumpedfirstwife@gmail.com.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
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| Thank you, fishducky. |
Thursday, January 7, 2016
MOVIE WEEKEND: GOSFORD PARK
Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
During the late '90s, actor/producer Bob Balaban proposed to auteur Robert Altman that they make a whodunit about a murder during a 1930s weekend party at an English country house. The twist was that the audience would know who was guilty, and the events that unfolded would be seen through the eyes of the servants.
Bob Balaban had done some work with a chubby, balding, not-very-successful actor named Julian Fellowes, who had an encyclopedic knowledge of English country houses. Balaban recommended to Altman that Julian Fellowes write the screenplay for their movie. Fellowes soon had seventy-five pages of the script, which Altman and Balaban loved. Thus began the career of a great writer, and the creation of a great movie.
The result is Gosford Park (2001, Rated R, Available on DVD and Amazon Prime Streaming).
Gosford Park has an ensemble cast that includes Maggie Smith, Ryan Philippe, Helen Mirren, Eileen Atkins, Michael Gambon, Derek Jacoby, and Stephen Fry. Every actor is excellent; every character is well drawn.
One needn't be a fan of Downton Abbey to enjoy Gosford Park, but when I watched Gosford Park recently--many years after my first viewing--I noticed a number of Fellowes' trademarks that made their way to Downton, such as an intricate plot; difficult relationships between many of the characters; and outstanding dialog that is sometimes sarcastic, sometimes earnest, and always a revelation.
Gosford Park received Academy Award nominations for Best Picture, Best Director, Best Supporting Actress (Maggie Smith), Best Supporting Actress (Helen Mirren), Best Original Screenplay, and two other categories.
Julian Fellowes ended up the only nominee to take home sweet, golden Oscar. However, the movie and its cast received many other nominations and awards, including The Screen Actors Guild award for the Outstanding Cast in a motion picture.
I insisted that Willy Dunne Wooters watch Gosford Park with me so he could see the precursor to his beloved Downton Abbey (I'm re-watching it with him; we're in the middle of season four [don't tell him I watch the current season without him]). I noticed quite a bit of sighing and fidgeting as we viewed Gosford. I think it was a little slow moving for him, but he asked me some questions afterwards.
I suspect that Willy Dunne Wooters would present Gosford Park with his seal of I'll put up with this so I get laid later but I'd rather watch Downton Abbey, while I present Gosford Park with the Janie Junebug Seal of Highest Approval.
We watched Gosford Park on a DVD that Netflix delivered to my mailbox; however, the movie is now available on Amazon Prime, free for Prime members on their streaming service. If you get the DVD, I suggest you watch some of the bonus features about making the movie. They are quite interesting.
Happy Viewing!
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
During the late '90s, actor/producer Bob Balaban proposed to auteur Robert Altman that they make a whodunit about a murder during a 1930s weekend party at an English country house. The twist was that the audience would know who was guilty, and the events that unfolded would be seen through the eyes of the servants.
Bob Balaban had done some work with a chubby, balding, not-very-successful actor named Julian Fellowes, who had an encyclopedic knowledge of English country houses. Balaban recommended to Altman that Julian Fellowes write the screenplay for their movie. Fellowes soon had seventy-five pages of the script, which Altman and Balaban loved. Thus began the career of a great writer, and the creation of a great movie.
The result is Gosford Park (2001, Rated R, Available on DVD and Amazon Prime Streaming).
Gosford Park has an ensemble cast that includes Maggie Smith, Ryan Philippe, Helen Mirren, Eileen Atkins, Michael Gambon, Derek Jacoby, and Stephen Fry. Every actor is excellent; every character is well drawn.
One needn't be a fan of Downton Abbey to enjoy Gosford Park, but when I watched Gosford Park recently--many years after my first viewing--I noticed a number of Fellowes' trademarks that made their way to Downton, such as an intricate plot; difficult relationships between many of the characters; and outstanding dialog that is sometimes sarcastic, sometimes earnest, and always a revelation.
Gosford Park received Academy Award nominations for Best Picture, Best Director, Best Supporting Actress (Maggie Smith), Best Supporting Actress (Helen Mirren), Best Original Screenplay, and two other categories.
Julian Fellowes ended up the only nominee to take home sweet, golden Oscar. However, the movie and its cast received many other nominations and awards, including The Screen Actors Guild award for the Outstanding Cast in a motion picture.
I insisted that Willy Dunne Wooters watch Gosford Park with me so he could see the precursor to his beloved Downton Abbey (I'm re-watching it with him; we're in the middle of season four [don't tell him I watch the current season without him]). I noticed quite a bit of sighing and fidgeting as we viewed Gosford. I think it was a little slow moving for him, but he asked me some questions afterwards.
I suspect that Willy Dunne Wooters would present Gosford Park with his seal of I'll put up with this so I get laid later but I'd rather watch Downton Abbey, while I present Gosford Park with the Janie Junebug Seal of Highest Approval.
We watched Gosford Park on a DVD that Netflix delivered to my mailbox; however, the movie is now available on Amazon Prime, free for Prime members on their streaming service. If you get the DVD, I suggest you watch some of the bonus features about making the movie. They are quite interesting.
Happy Viewing!
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
TIP TUESDAY & A REQUEST
Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
The English language is so confusing! Two many words that sounds to much alike, and spellcheck doesn't tell us how too handle them. It doesn't know the correct spelling of words we want that sound alike.
Here's an example of a word that might be especially confusing because we don't use it often: pique.
When something grabs our attention or irritates us, it doesn't peak or peek us. The correct word is
The English language is so confusing! Two many words that sounds to much alike, and spellcheck doesn't tell us how too handle them. It doesn't know the correct spelling of words we want that sound alike.
Here's an example of a word that might be especially confusing because we don't use it often: pique.
When something grabs our attention or irritates us, it doesn't peak or peek us. The correct word is
pique
pēk/
noun
- 1.a feeling of irritation or resentment resulting from a slight, especially to one's pride."he left in a fit of pique"
synonyms: irritation, annoyance, resentment, anger, displeasure, indignation,petulance,
ill humor, vexation, exasperation, disgruntlement,discontent; More
verb
- I hope you find this information helpful.
My request is that when we discuss Downton Abbey that you avoid spoilers in your comments.
Some of my readers, such as Rita and Karma at SoulComfort's Corner, can't watch the show until it's available online. Others record it and watch it later in the week. Although I was excited about the new season of Downton, which began Sunday evening, I didn't have time to watch it when it aired. I'll watch it on my close personal friend DVR when I have time.
Some of our friends have never seen Downton, so I try not to say too much about the earlier seasons, but I don't worry about those as much as the current season.
I have Willy Dunne Wooters watching Downton on Amazon Prime now. We're on season four. I'm happy to watch it again. This time I'm more aware of the humor.
And I must tell you that Sir Wooters has quite a crush on Lady Sybil:
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
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| Oh, Willy Dunne Wooters! Join me in bed, won't you? You can pretend I'm Lady Sybil, and I'll pretend you're Mr. Pamuk. No death allowed. |
Monday, January 4, 2016
JANUARY QUESTION OF THE MONTH & DOWNTON ABBEY
Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
Today I participate in a blog hop hosted by Michael D'Agostino of A Life Examined. Please visit Michael's blog to sign up. Now let's go to the hop!
Michael's question for January, 2016 (Look! I remembered it's a new year!) is the following:
What are some new year’s resolutions you’ve had in the past?
Michael also states: If you don’t believe in new year’s resolutions, you can either explain why you don’t or you can talk about a big resolution you made that wasn’t necessarily on new year’s day (for example, in March this year I decided to start uploading a photo of myself to Facebook every day. I’ve been going for 284 days now and the majority of my friends love it).
I don't think my answer to the question seems important. I must dash off to friend Michael on Facebook so I can see a picture of his darling face every day. And so I can remind him frequently that he is exactly one foot shorter than my son.
Now, let's get around to the question: I don't believe in new year's resolutions. They seem bound to die. Instead, I set goals for myself when I need to do so. Sometimes I achieve my goals. Sometimes I realize they aren't worthwhile. But I seldom give up because the goal is too difficult to achieve.
The most important goal I achieved was finishing college. It took me twenty years to get that BA in English, but I've been the proud owner of a college diploma since 1998. Now, hang on a minute, and I'll tell you how many colleges I attended. Take two to the power of ten and subtract twelve and . . . I have to think. Do not make a sound. I guess you can tell I didn't major in math.
I think the answer is six universities, but I might have missed a couple of places. We spent a lot of years moving from one place to another for my ex-husband's education and career. I'd take a few classes. Then we'd move, and I'd take a few more classes.
I used to feel angry that it took me so long to graduate. I don't care anymore. I care that I graduated summa cum laude, and I have accreditation as a writing tutor at the advanced level from The College Reading & Learning Association.
I AM PERSISTENT!
If I hadn't been a grader for a professor and a tutor in the university writing center, I don't think I could have started Janie Junebug Righting & Editing.
Thanks for a great question, Michael. I hope you visit Michael at A Life Examined so you can see the complete list of participants in the question of the month. They'll all appreciate a visit from you.
I'm writing this post on Sunday night, which means that in a few minutes the first episode of the final season of Downton Abbey begins. I'm swooning. Quick! Bring my fainting couch. Rue La La currently has fashions inspired by Downton Abbey. It's a good thing I can't walk in heels because I'm not one bit tempted to buy a pair of shoes that costs $959.99. Not that I'd be tempted if I could walk in heels. I swear I would not be tempted!
Ah, the Dowager Countess has one more season to give everyone hell:
This photo is nice, but who is that girl? The one with the long hair who is seated in the middle at the front--though not the front where Matthew nearly lost the use of his penis. Who the hell does she think she is?
One more shot for my beloved pals Rita Pita Pan and Karma at SoulComfort's Corner. Rita, I know you're watching.
I know I said that was the last, but I cahn't (I write with an English accent) resist one more, bitch:
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
Today I participate in a blog hop hosted by Michael D'Agostino of A Life Examined. Please visit Michael's blog to sign up. Now let's go to the hop!
Michael's question for January, 2016 (Look! I remembered it's a new year!) is the following:
What are some new year’s resolutions you’ve had in the past?
Michael also states: If you don’t believe in new year’s resolutions, you can either explain why you don’t or you can talk about a big resolution you made that wasn’t necessarily on new year’s day (for example, in March this year I decided to start uploading a photo of myself to Facebook every day. I’ve been going for 284 days now and the majority of my friends love it).
I don't think my answer to the question seems important. I must dash off to friend Michael on Facebook so I can see a picture of his darling face every day. And so I can remind him frequently that he is exactly one foot shorter than my son.
Now, let's get around to the question: I don't believe in new year's resolutions. They seem bound to die. Instead, I set goals for myself when I need to do so. Sometimes I achieve my goals. Sometimes I realize they aren't worthwhile. But I seldom give up because the goal is too difficult to achieve.
The most important goal I achieved was finishing college. It took me twenty years to get that BA in English, but I've been the proud owner of a college diploma since 1998. Now, hang on a minute, and I'll tell you how many colleges I attended. Take two to the power of ten and subtract twelve and . . . I have to think. Do not make a sound. I guess you can tell I didn't major in math.
I think the answer is six universities, but I might have missed a couple of places. We spent a lot of years moving from one place to another for my ex-husband's education and career. I'd take a few classes. Then we'd move, and I'd take a few more classes.
I used to feel angry that it took me so long to graduate. I don't care anymore. I care that I graduated summa cum laude, and I have accreditation as a writing tutor at the advanced level from The College Reading & Learning Association.
I AM PERSISTENT!
If I hadn't been a grader for a professor and a tutor in the university writing center, I don't think I could have started Janie Junebug Righting & Editing.
Thanks for a great question, Michael. I hope you visit Michael at A Life Examined so you can see the complete list of participants in the question of the month. They'll all appreciate a visit from you.
I'm writing this post on Sunday night, which means that in a few minutes the first episode of the final season of Downton Abbey begins. I'm swooning. Quick! Bring my fainting couch. Rue La La currently has fashions inspired by Downton Abbey. It's a good thing I can't walk in heels because I'm not one bit tempted to buy a pair of shoes that costs $959.99. Not that I'd be tempted if I could walk in heels. I swear I would not be tempted!
Ah, the Dowager Countess has one more season to give everyone hell:
This photo is nice, but who is that girl? The one with the long hair who is seated in the middle at the front--though not the front where Matthew nearly lost the use of his penis. Who the hell does she think she is?
One more shot for my beloved pals Rita Pita Pan and Karma at SoulComfort's Corner. Rita, I know you're watching.
I know I said that was the last, but I cahn't (I write with an English accent) resist one more, bitch:
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
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