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Thursday, June 22, 2006

Time's # 1


Today I read a story online about the top 25 most used nouns in English, according to the Oxford English dictionary. I was mildly surprised at the #1 word: "time". But I can accept that; I imagine that I say the word fairly often in the context of every day life. When I read the full list, however, I was even more surprised, and a little suspicious of the results.

The list of top 25 nouns: time, person, year, way, day, thing, man, world, life, hand, part, child, eye, woman, place, work, week, case, point, government, company, number, group, problem, fact.

Some words, like "thing", seem to belong on the list. I am struck that there are not more mundane nouns here. Words like "door" and "phone" and "TV." How many times does the average person say "door" in the course of a day? More often than he says the word "point," I'll bet.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Oblivion Addiction


So, I've just come off a peaceful weekend where I charged around the countryside carrying a sword and killing bandits. Anyone who knows me at all knows that I am a helpless video game addict. When I was in high school, this made me ultra-cool because almost no girls were interested in video games, and I could play Mortal Kombat with the best of them.

Now, as an adult, I have occasional bouts of guilt and mania when it comes to video games. Like this morning, a woman at work asked me what I did this weekend, and I would have been ashamed to reply that I wasted the bulk of my hours sitting in front of my TV playing Oblivion on XBox 360 while my husband sat on the coach reading.

I did other things this weekend, too. I cleaned the house, complete with scrubbing toilets and mopping the floors and the whole nine yards. I did four loads of laundry. I saw An Inconvenient Truth with my husband (possible future blog about that forthcoming). I had dinner with a friend. And, last night, I watched The Family Stone on DVD with my husband. But when the movie was over, my husband went back to his reading, and I hurried to wash my face and get ready for bed so that I could play another half hour of Oblivion.

Sad.

But fun.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Foetry Blues

A while back, my husband told me about this new website that was researching poetry contests, finding out who was "cheating" (i.e., taking people's entry money but then giving the award to one of their friends or students) and then trying to make the cheaters accountable for their actions. When he first told me about it, I thought it sounded like a great idea. I am a fiction writer who occasionally dabbles in poetry, and have never entered a poetry contest, but my husband puts hundreds of dollars a year into entering these contests. The idea that we could be spending all that money without having a real chance of winning sounded to me like a crime which should be prosecuted. I was glad that there was someone out there willing to "police" these institutions.

That said, it wasn't until a few days ago that I actuallly visited the site. I was a bit shocked and disappointed by what I found there. The list of "dodgy" competitions was there, with links throughout to discussion boards where there were angry, virulent arguments and accusations taking place. It seemed to me like a place for frustrated, non-published poets to vent their rage at the entire system. Which is fine, on its own, but what I really wanted from this site was a professional attempt to examine the current poetry contests.

Maybe my expectations were too high. Calling people cheaters and criminals is, of course, bound to stir up a lot of emotion on both sides. It is probably doomed to turn into a name-calling session. Even so, I thought the site lacked even a decent attempt at civility.

What bothered me deeply about this site was the language used, the immediate, vehement attack launched on anyone who dared to question the conclusions posted there. Some writer would be foolish enough to give his name, defend some aspect of the system, (like, for instance, the use of graduate students as screeners) and then two minutes later his credentials, his work, and his intentions would be questioned and criticized on the site using whatever the other person could find on Google. Which is, in my opinion, pretty poor taste. And which makes me, as a writer, intimidated to post on such a site for fear of damage to my own (or my husband's)career, even to point out what I believe are some hasty generalizations about writing contests.

I have worked on the staff for two writing contests, and I enjoyed it both times. (At the time, I was a graduate student, once an M.F.A. and the other a Ph.D., so you can see how my own emotions got so easily involved in this. . .) I thought, perhaps naively, that I was doing something good for the writing world. I wanted to find good writing. And both times, I believed that the winner deserved to win. I was not pushed by my editors to find any manuscript to be superior to the others. I did not see anybody rubbing their hands together gleefully about all the money we were getting. Every cent seemed to go straight back into the press or the journal. And I greatly fear that the influence of Foetry could injure what is most often at the heart of these contests: a desire to see good writing recognized.

I guess my lament is really this: I wish there was a site that civily and professionally investigates the truth, and that calls the creative writing world to a level of integrity that it has previously lacked.

Such a thing does not exist.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Graduation, May 6, 2006

I just returned from my doctoral graduation from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. It was a rainy week in Lincoln, but everyone had a wonderful time. I especially enjoyed the hooding ceremony, where my friend and mentor, Jonis Agee, came up with me onto the stage where I was adorned with my doctoral hood.