Man is but a patched fool

I read a speech written by my Women's Lit Prof today. She opens with "Although English studies is a varied and complex discipline, those of us who work under the aegis of the English Department share many values. Whether we are poets, novelists, essayists, literary scholars, composition specialists, teachers, folklorists, or rhetoricians, we are all writers" (Howe 8).

So I wanted to write a blog about how, despite the "English Major" on my transcript, I'm not a writer. But, that's lame. And self-absorbed. And downright whiney.

Instead, there are some blogs with some great writing out there that I'd really like to commend.

We Can All Have Secret Blogs. I follow this blogger religiously. Although few of words, the wit sends me rolling every time. With no care for capitalization, it's strictly stream of consciousness. In the corniest, most honest way I can put it.... the brown river- it ain't no lazy river. (+ she plucks a mean eyebrow)

Call me Siouxsie. Queen of creativity (please see Fleur & Feather), B. tells the best story. 'Though I've had but a glimpse of her glorious workplace, I'm always ready for another HBH, Dallas, or Donetta escapade.

Quiet Smitches. ....I just wish this could be a blog with a million recordings of her laugh.

Born Free. Two words: Geeky keen.

Ah. This procrastination has served its purpose, and, inspired by all my favorite writers, I'm now ready.

Hello Othello.