My Darling Bleaders,
Well it’s a heady day in my head today. I embark tomorrow before dawn to Omaha Nebraska, to discuss the discus of the galaxy as it spins us out and into one another’s arms.
Furthermore, The Boston Globe has picked up another of my ponderings to you, to wit, last weeks Gym and Poets Post. I’m writing the news over here. Weird and wonderful. Thanks Chris Shea, I am extremely flattered. After all, what’s black and white and red all over, if not my Bleaders? Bleadership.
I was asked to contribute some posts to a super cool skeptic blog called Unreasonable Faith and the second of my missives just went up today and I’m kind of carbonated about it. All in a fizz. The lil’ essay just has a jazz tempo to it or something that’s really pleasing me. If you came from there to here, perhaps you'll be interested in this earlier post on Poetic Atheism, or Bubbles.
What else? Welp, I put up a poem on Dear Fonzie the other day, maybe you like poems? Maybe you like Trotsky? This is Trotsky’s Hand.
Are you following Amy (f)Lawless’s posts here? Click her links! Do the quiz! I'm a hawk. She's a crow I swear I really think someone should give me and her a television show. The Hawk and Crow Show. We would drink heavily and discuss things and likely show a lot of cleavage. That’s the kind of imaginative programming we are going to require for the new millennium. Check out her (F)lawless Blog!
I've been meaning to tell you: the folks over at Hilobrow are pretty endlessly entertaining. Go explore! Have fun. It's what I call One Stop Shopping. Particularly, have a look at James Parker’s Cocky the Fox.
Check out the amazing Margaret Wertheim's Hyperbolic Crochet Coral Reef, if you haven't already. And the inimitable Peggy Nelson's Jump!
And, plus, also, if you want to unzip this zoot suit of a culture we’ve all been cahooted with, you should really read my book The Happiness Myth, which, as is reputed of the club med vacation, is an antidote to civilization.
If you want to know more about why it is great that there is no God, there is always the option of reading Doubt: A History, though let’s face it, it takes a while. If you’re thinking, do I really want to read such a big book? Think of me. I had to write it! It took years! Reading it is really the least you can do.
Looks like spring has sprung a little. Brace yourselves, Bridgets!
Good work staying alive since last week, most of you. Seriously, I’m slow clapping in my mind, chucking each of you under the chin, and pinching several of you on your bottoms – whether you are wearing green or not.
Stay with us to next week.
Love,
Jennifer
ps. I've been going rogue here on BAP lately, posting not only on Wednesdays. So if you want to catch possibly missed dispatches, click on "Jennifer Michael Hecht's The Lion and the Honeycomb," for the all the news unfit to print.
pps Happy Saint Patrick's Day!
ppps I've been asked to be one of the judges for something important. I'm not allowed to talk about it quite yet, but it is pretty cool.
