"Your hearing is nice" and other stories.

My dear friends.

Now I'm not going to make any promises. I am far too fickle for that. But I am thinking about blogging this summer. Just to keep all of you updated. It would make some of you very happy. It would make others of you sort of upset, because there would be another blog for you to check, and you already check 10 everyday and when you add in all the link-chasing you do, you end up reading about twenty, including one written by a 23 year old in North Dakota who has a dog named Chip and reads The Brothers Karamazov and posts original lyrics while pining away for "a girl who can share all my interests, like my fascination with post-formalist literary theory and a good peanut butter sandwich." Why, with all the reading you do, another blog to check is just not something you are interested in.

If that sounds like you, feel free to navigate yo' way right off this page. Otherwise, let's settle in and get us some writin' done.

I am back in good ol' Wenham, Massachusetts, looking to get some serious reading, writing, and various administrative tasks done this summer. That's right, folks. I'll be writing original, hilarious material, keeping a journal, reading Paradise Lost (let's hear it for blank verse, everybody) and 'Til We Have Faces (myths: can't live without 'em), studying with the illustrious Tom Howard and working for The Print Shoppe (which Laurel insists be spelled with an "e" although it is neither Ye nor Olde. Well, she shall have her wish)

The weather is currently a cool 55 degrees, with winds from the ocean at some breezy miles per hour, and a roommate (Liz Polen) arriving around 5 o' clock p.m. Yes, it's going to be a good day with Meg behind the helm again.

The summer has already been great, what with a post-flight visit to Great Harvest Bread Company, and the purchasing of a Dakota Whole Wheat Bread Loaf, which I have been gnawing on for two days now because they refuse to feed us lunch. Boy is it delicious. Add in a smattering of dried cranberries (my new favorite obsession) hot pink scarves from Italy (courtesy of mother) and a newfound fascination with parenthetical statements (it's like a special nudge, just for you!) we've got the makings of a fabulous time.

Tomorrow, or perhaps Friday, I start work at the Print Shoppe, which should provide my readers with a whole series of stories about paperclips, staplers, customer service, and the lack of a desk. All for 7.75 an hour. Yes!

Tomorrow, or perhaps next week, I will meet with the elusive Tom Howard, who will instruct me in Catholicism and possibly literature. I will try not to be scared and say stupid things. Yes!

For more great stories, including appearances by such renowned characters as:

Jenna Perreault
Laura Welch
Karin and Linford
Hipster Paul
Roommate Liz
and
Random Girls I Meet In The Community Bathrooms,

as well as an explanation of the title of this post, be sure to check back often, even to the point of obsession!

You'll also be sure to hear from your old favorites

Holly
M-m-m-Miriam
Erin.

as well as the St. Louis gang:

Laurel
Ace
Kel (now in Tokyo)
et. al.

and perhaps even hear news of one

Carolyn Gibney.

As a kind old man, or perhaps a little bird once told me:

It is the vigilant readers who recieve the blessed tidbits of Megishness, or perhaps the blue light special, or a particularly tasty bit of earthworm.

Before I go, I'd like to send a quick shout out to my own
favorite, Fluid Pudding, who recently had a baby removed from her uterus. Yes, really!

I'd also like to recognizzle' my homey Will Clark: brother extraodinaire, my li'l sis, and St. Francis, because you a'right, boy.

To the rest of you, happy sailing, and I'll see you back here next week.

Without further ado, I remain,
Yours most truly,
Meg

read Gilead.