When we were driving home from Warren Wilson where we’d listened to the student readings which included an excellent reading from a novel by Sylvia Mann who isn’t yet listed on Amazon.com but no doubt will be in spades once she’s discovered Marc mentioned that he has to close his eyes to focus on the readings because otherwise he’s distracted by thoughts like “there’s James Franco, oh look her shirt is nice, Jen’s toenails look pretty” and so forth.
What I heard was “hey, Marc noticed that I painted my toenails” and “hey, he thinks they’re pretty”.
I’m glad he agreed to go to the readings, and found a solid way to focus on them for maximum enjoyment. We both plan to attend more this coming January. The program is put on twice a year and seems to be an excellent resource for the community. And it’s FREE.
I return tonight, sans Marc who will be enoying Ice Age I, II, III with Elspeth and Dorothy at the Carolina. Tomorrow morning I’ll attend at least one of the lectures (Debra Spark: That’s Funny, and Daniel Tobin: The Poetry of Farewell). I’m not entirely sure I get modern poetry (the sort with fewer rhymes and more exposed feelings and sometimes body parts) but I do enjoy a good lecture.
I completely failed to even take my camera out of my bag last night so you’ll just have to take me at my word when I say that the room was crowded, the people attentive and from a well-varied set of backgrounds seemingly, and that James Franco looks just about how you’d expect though he plays with his own hair a lot more than I’dve guessed had I been forced to guess.