chronicled & illustrated

You Passed 8th Grade Science

Congratulations, you got 8/8 correct!

You Belong in the UK

Blimey! A little proper, a little saucy. You’re so witty and charming… No one notices your curry breath

You Are Scissors

Sharp and brilliant, you can solve almost any problem with that big brain of yours. People fear your cutting comments - and your wit is famous for being both funny and cruel. Deep down, you tend to be in the middle of an emotional storm. Your own complexity disturbs you. You are too smart for your own good. Slow down a little - or you’re likely to hurt yourself. You can cut a paper person down to pieces. The only person who can ruin you is a rock person. When you fight: You find your enemy’s weak point and exploit it. If someone makes you mad: You’ll do everything you can to destroy their life

Your EQ is 160

50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick! 51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you’d have better luck understanding Chinese. 71-90: You’ve got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely. 91-110: You’re average. It’s easy to predict how you’ll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that. 111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt. 131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin. 150+: Two possibilities - you’ve either out “Dr. Phil-ed” Dr. Phil… or you’re a dirty liar.

And finally, this one I can agree with:

You Are 96% Feminist

You are a total feminist. This doesn’t mean you’re a man hater (in fact, you may be a man). You just think that men and women should be treated equally. It’s a simple idea but somehow complicated for the world to put into action.

spires
Originally uploaded by nuanc

I’ve got nothin’. It’s been a long day. I’ve written, talked and altogether used up too many words. Instead of words, I offer this odd, rather mysterious photograph.

But just before I quit using words for the day, I’d like to make a toast:

Here’s to the inexpressible. The tangle of feelings that has no neat label. The overwhelming moment that leaves us not only wordless but breathless as well. The times words will not do. Here’s to tears, screams, moans, dancing, making love, wrestling, climbing trees, falling down, skipping, running for the joy of it. To laughter. To music. To drumming. To throwing paint and pounding clay. To all the non-verbal languages giving voice to that which we would otherwise be unable to express.

G’night sweet bodies out there.

Twelve days in. Twelve is another great number. Twelve days of Christmas. Twelve Apostles. Twelve Steps. Twelve Months. Twelve Dwarves, Twelve Continents, Twelve Shopping Days till it’s too late to send my packages anywhere….oops! I went too far. Twelve is also one of those words that looks stranger and stranger the more you write it.

Today I passed the 20,000 word mark. Now it’s supposed to be smooth sailing for week, right? Something like that.

What I seem to remember from years past is that during the second weeks of the month there are a few brilliant days of massive word count because it’s all flowing stupendously well and then in there all mixed up with the Good Days, are days of complete and total misery due to the fact that what has been free flowing (sometimes disconcertedly so) set-up now has to be turned into Properly Plotted Scenes. [That’s something like Properly Clotted Creams without the calories—or taste.]

It tends to get tight toward the middle of the end. Hmmm. Must be some metaphorical (or physiological) significance somewhere in that sentence….

I do not have any words of wisdom for myself tonight so I think I’ll keep this short. I simply had to blog since today on the twelfth of November, I joined NaNo—no, no—NaBloPoMo. God. I don’t even know what it stands for, but there I was: signing up, giving out all my most personal of information, signing my real name, agreeing to god-knows what terms, uploading photos of myself, writing out a way-too-long and also boring *About Me* section and signing up for about 30 groups. All I know is that I’m supposed to blog everyday in the month of November. Since I was doing it anyway, it had to be worth my time to do all that fixing up of yet again one more social networking group. Right?

Time to go. I hope those Terms of Agreement that I didn’t read didn’t include having to be brilliant.

Hah. No real chance of that on either end.

So. I had to change domain names. My other one (nancysmwaldman.com) expired and I know all too well that the hosting servers scoop up any expired name and try to then sell it back to you at horrendous prices. This particular one is aplus web hosting. Stay away—though I do not know if it’s common practice or not. I believe them to be horrid scammers.

It was, I suppose, my fault…though I do not beat myself up for it because it was in the morass of changing from this yucky non-aplus hosting to another that this domain name fell through the cracks. I thought it had been re-registered and it hadn’t.

Chalk it up. Live and learn. I’m just grateful that I have so many names so that I can have numerous varieties of personal site domain names to pick from.

So I’m back up and running and luckily not too many people had this blog on their Favorites list!

The amazing thing was that I followed the WordPress instructions for changing a domain name and still maintaining the site as is and whoa!!!!!! it worked. I still can’t believe it. I had to go into mySQL and myphpadmin or whatever it’s called and reach into the engine and move things around and then it started right up! I’m still reeling from the success.

Kind of a quick turn-around from the scowl I had on earlier that I had to do this at all!

It makes me want to tell everyone to be certain they know who is hosting their domains and when they expire. If this happened with The PCQ or EPIC I’d probably just give up the web and go do something else with my life!

There are many other things happening to me but this is enough for now. Happy new name. Tra la~~~

WRITING: Articles for The PCQ
EDITING: Stories for Third Person Press, Undercurrents Anthology

Trying to upgrade to the newest WP version. Wish me luck!

birthday present!,
originally uploaded by nuanc.

Today is my birthday. This is a wonderful surprise gift from my husband. I’m thrilled to bits and pieces and would be out taking photos except that the battery has to charge first.
I should be reading the manual but I can only absorb so much at a time. Especially before I’ve even had a chance to take one shot!

Here’s a poem written on my birthday in 1995, revised for today

Birth Day

Sunday,
glistening glinting
but growing grayer
Yesterday,
not as showy
but with morning rolling into
an afternoon of full summer
changing to cool deep night
full of fire flies and intimacy
dissolving into the first thunderstorm
of a dry season

Today
is no memory
yet
present moment
elusive fleeting
already gone
capture impossible
unlike those fire flies
who let themselves
be caught
Let me catch
this moment more fully
these summery sights
this singular smell
symphonious overlapping sounds

As I write,
the sun comes
through clustering clouds
for the third time
I know
because I am witness
that today is no better
than the last two days
I know
because it is now
if there were but one
in all of creation
this would be
the day