nothing, really, much, to do with milla

this, again, is milla. she's been talking to me (not in my dreams; only when i'm awake) in her stilted russian accent. she can't help it; it's how she talks. her new movie is supposed to be atrocious but i'm looking forward to seeing it.

anyway. enough of tasty milla. (check out her sternocleidomastoid!) she hasn't really been talking to me. i don't even particularly want her to. i just think she's purty.

should i write my novel in the first person? i confess i didn't start writing last friday as i was supposed to. bad boy blue. other things were happening. so: this friday! and i'm considering the first person. i've been writing in the third person for quite a while and perhaps the switch to first will shake things up. things need shook up.

subplatysmal
dyspareunia
cephalad
inferolateral
fistula
cuneiform
retropulsion
endovascular revascularization
violaceous

because it was my birthday recently (oh yeah! happy birthday to me!) it was a "free day" for me at work today. this just means i got to choose which physicians' reports i typed. all day! so it was rather fun day of work. i had almost all surgical reports, and i like that. my favorites for the day were from a podiatrist and a vascular surgeon. i came across those words up there in the course of my reports, and i like the sound of them.

in poetry-writing classes in college as an exercise we could pick several words out of a hat and then write a poem incorporating those words (and others of our own choosing). how would a poem that incorporated those worse look? what a challenge that would be! i wonder if i should take myself up on that. for laughs.

so the david mitchell book so far is good. i'm on chapter three or four. three, i think. each chapter is different character (in first person), a sort of short story, and the styles in each are so far quite different. the second chapter was quite murakami-y and i enjoyed it. i might be looking into other books of his.

mom sent me the novel by katharine noel, who was a friend (more or less) of my sister when they were children. teenagers, maybe. and my friend mailman knows noel's husband, so that's totally weird. but anyway, mom (who read it and liked it) will want the book back, so i'll read it when i finish the mitchell.

(i've never been to the tattered cover but i wouldn't mind checking it out one day.)

and lately i've been listening to this cd by abigail washburn, though i know her as abby. i can't say i actually know her, but her mother chrissy was the one of the leaders of the high school youth group at our (uu) church when i was in high school. abby is several years younger than i (seven or eight or ten, i don't know), and i think of her as little abby, but she seems to have grown up. her cd is terrific. i like her sound a whole lot.

enough blathering, i think.