Today was gray and soggy, like an unattended bowl of off-brand cereal.
But I've had many poetry thoughts buzzing around. I actually stopped on my way to the subway today several times in order to take down my thoughts. I probably looked like a caricature of a poet, sans ostrich plume and flowing tunic. And Prince Valiant haircut. My hair is more "disheveled elderly person" than "princely helmet."
I am also rife with cooking thoughts. This weekend, I shall create a feast! And perhaps buy an expensive casserole dish!
A Short List of the Most Ridiculous Cooking Implements I Own:
A citrus zester
An avocado slicer
A loosebottomed tart pan
Porcelain ramekins of assorted sizes
An ice-cream machine
I cannot yet bring myself to purchase a double boiler (why not just put a glass bowl on top of a pot of water?), or any of the newfangled items meant to either chop garlic or make lemons/tomatoes/onions/etc last for seventy times their normal shelf life. I have, however, been coveting an immersion blender...
Today, for various reasons, my bosses asked me to look up things with very very long odds. So here are some long odds for you:
Chances of being struck by lightning in a given year: 1 in 750,000
Chances of being diagnosed this year with the Black Plague: 1 in approximately 17 million.
Chances of a given cow's hide becoming part of a football used during Superbowl play: also 1 in approximately 17 million
Chances of winning the Powerball jackpot: 1 in 200 million.
This means that, for every Powerball jackpot winner, 11.76 people get the plague, and 11.76 cows are on a field of GLORY.
I also learned that there are estimated to be between 10^20 and 10^24 grains of sand on earth. My job is weird.
Allo! I have been hiding, reading books and scrawling things down on wee scraps of paper. In the meantime, there is some news!
First, I have two poems in the new So And So.
Second, designer-extraordinaire Charlie Orr has a new project, The Hypothetical Library, wherein he designs covers for books authors don't think they will write, but kind of wish they could. The first installment is here.
And finally, March has arrived. Less than one month until NaPoWriMo! The list of participants is slowly growing. Will March turn it into a floodstorm? I sure hope so!