4th driving lesson outcome—
Made all the same mistakes I made the last time. Maybe worse. The driving instructor was particularly chatty and I had a hard time keeping my mind on the foot pedals, gears, etc. while trying to understand what he was saying, like why I shouldn't cross an intersection the way I just did or something theoretically complicated like that.
On the other hand, I was booed Assassina! only three (3) times. He did call me lazzarona when I mistook the gas pedal (again!) for the brake and accelerated while turning a corner. Not sure what it means, except that it's a word I always hear my in-laws tell the pooch when the pooch does a BIG foul-smelling no-no in the house.
5th lesson tomorrow. This time on taking traffic circles and doing nerve-wracking footwork on a slope. Help!
Back to 30:30:
Not sure if I'll get past this third round, but I rather missed writing. Going through a sestina mania now. I also need to prepare a sub for POM2. By the way, if anyone out there has intentions on subbing, the subject header has to be: "juice" -- or your submission might end up in their trash. I don't see this word on my browser, but it's written in my copy of the journal -- which I received some days ago. Neat poetry!
Round three (III) poems:
1. And she said television
2. "Manic car driving is not a door stop" —Gale Nelson
As if to show that I shouldn't really be allowed to drive, I've just been welcomed with open arms to the Mad Hatters' Review. They'll be showcasing six poems in their 6th issue. Yay!
• This umbrella handle is J
• A Room of My Own
• Dr. Lecter on His Couch
• Undressing As Rehder
• The Author in the Third Person
Submission date: 2 June 2006
Reply date: 21 June 2006
Today's featured creatures:
Michi and Angela in those wonderful pre-Nigel Bayesian days. Poor Angie, she was a slow grower. Michi, of course, pretended to wait patiently, but she already had her eyes set on someone with strawberry-blond toupee in the horizon.