Dotty Parker

math beans

Two days ago I went for coffee with my friend who has just now moved to Florida. I ordered steamed milk and biscotti. I got a wee napkin to put under it when we went to sit down.

It was a cocktail napkin, the smallish, square ones that they give you on the airplane. I was moving my cookie around and discovered, "The length of my biscotti is the hypotenuse of the cocktail napkin!"

Holy cow! What an amazing discovery!

pulp fiction
Every now and then I get the notion that I should be a writer. I look at things I've written in the past and think, "Hey, that's not too bad."

I've decided to reserve judgment on whether I'll write the next great American novel. I'm not thirty yet. I've got time. Unless I get hit by a bus or something. Which isn't likely as I don't leave the house most of the time. Except for when I do...

But at any rate, I found these books that I wish I had written. I wish I'd read them, too. But here are the covers!

dreaming about pulp

A year or so ago SirDougg bought me a very thoughtful and hearfelt gift. It was a book called The Dreamers. I wrote a little bit about it before. An amazing work of propaganda, this book must be shared only in little doses. I shall do so one day, well, several days actually, but until then, this book will be my inspiration and my warning. I will be very aware of how much a book can change and I will also be aware of how little a book can change.

Perhaps I'll write erotica. That never changes.

Posted by dotty at July 8, 2004 11:47 PM