We’re coming up on February. I don’t tend towards New Years’ resolutions, but I did read an article about resolving to make certain changes for just 30 days instead of for a full year– you’re more likely to be successful, and if at the end of the 30 days, you find that the resolution does not suit your lifestyle, you can ditch it but still feel good about having committed to something that you wanted to try. This seems like the best way to change behaviors. If you feel better at the end of the 30 days, keeping the resolution should be a natural.

I haven’t decided whether to tell people what the resolution is, or to just do it. It will be difficult for me, but it’s something I want to try. You won’t be able to avoid seeing it in this blog, since it’s a resolution tied to my writing life. (Yeah, maybe if that one works, my next 30 day change could be something like, y’know, exercise or eating right.)

Do you know there are different kinds of intelligences? Do you remember the day you discovered that, as intelligent as you are, you just didn’t have one of those other intelligences? Did it sting? Curse you Gardner, curse you Vygotsky, for making us aware how dumb we are. One of those intelligences is bodily. I don’t have that one. I can’t move my fingers quickly enough, can’t move my thumbs. Run slow. Very little muscle memory, but I can always seem to type “teh” instead of “the.” The muscles remember that. Very little intelligence there, muscles, you can’t even spell.

Books today: two of Merwin’s prose collections, since I’ve been devouring microfiction of late and have more on the way from Amazon; collected D.H. Lawrence and Lorraine Niedecker; finally broke down and bought Laura Kasischke on the promise that there were some oddball sensual bits.

Bjork’s “Play Dead” has come on every audio player available to me today. That’s four sources, all of which played the quirky Icelander. What message?