Tuesday, January 25, 2011

A Place For My S*** For All My Life

Reading All My Life For Sale, made me think about how today we hoard items whether they are near and dear to our hearts or not. I feel like Freyer wasn't happy with his life but only because he thought New York would make him happier than being in Iowa. All of his friends were making cash money building websites and he was stuck in the middle of nowhere but as soon as someone offered him a huge pay check for the rights to this story he was completely content to stay in Iowa.

On reading Shitty First Drafts, I found it reassuring when she talked about how even the greatest writers have difficulty with writing. It takes a lot of pressure off knowing that a writer you admire has bad days when it comes to writing and its even better to know that they too get embarrassed about their work.

Listening to A Place for My Stuff, made me laugh a lot. I didn't only laugh because of the way he said the things he said but also because they were true in the most ridiculous manner possible. People accumulate things and then need nooks and crannies to shove them in. This even holds true when they go away from their nooks and crannies. I found that even though these readings were all inter-related in some way I enjoyed them for the reasons that kept them different.

3 comments:

  1. I like the title of your blog post. It's clever! :)

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  2. Yes - the title captures the tension between shit and stuff that underlies the readings this week : )

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  3. Tara...Cash monaaayyy! Hysterical! Love the title!

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