|10 pm at VooDoo Donuts...|
I am late late late on confessing this week. I was traveling all day Tuesday with Susan Rich to Portlandia for a workshop and reading, then didn't return to yesterday afternoon. Just catching up on email was a task.
But I'm back and I have a few thoughts on things, so let's get to the confessional--
I confess since coming back home, the one thought I've had in my head is "garbage in, garbage out."
I realize that when I am out traveling, I am reading less of the garbage on the internet and instead of living through my head, I live through my body and senses.
I confess one bad habit I have is reading MSN and the Huffington Post in the morning.
MSN & HuffPost are two places that highlight garbage news stories that I click to read. Today the Huffington Post had a "story" (and I use that word loosely here) about Jennifer Love Hewitt without makeup. She tweeted a photo of herself and it was in the top 5 most popular stories.
MSN had something about the what's the poorest county in each state, big cats look in mirror and get scared, men catch 20 foot shark, and a study that soccer is like sex.
I read this: Garbage in.
I go to write or talk to someone: Garbage out.
I'm not helping the situation.
I had given up these two websites then returned to them as if their stories would offer me interesting, inspiration, intellect. But sadly, I feel as if I'm just sucking myself into trash compactor when I read what's in front of me.
So I'm cutting them out of my life again. And CNN. And local news.
NPR does a good job of keeping me informed. I do not need to read all the crud the news media calls news to get higher ratings. I do not need to see another celebrity with or without makeup, pregnant or not pregnant, nor do I need to read the freakshow stuff I've been seeing lately that just makes me sad.
If I could change one thing in America, it would be that news shows would not get ratings like regular tv shows. I think we'd all live better lives just by that one change.
I confess in Portland, it was hard to tell the homeless people from the hipster-dufuses. Everyone looks the same.
I confess that last comment is not a slam against Portland, I love it there, every Portlandia aspect of it. If I was going to slam Portland it would be for the number of bridges I was lost on. Of course, Seattle has its own set of traffic/road issues, so we're not any better example of how to do roads right.
I confess I went to VooDoo Donuts because it's been the most talked about place by my friends who went to Oregon. I did visit quickly and left with a dozen donuts. The maplebar faces with a creme filling were my favorite. My husband liked Maple Bar with Bacon. My daughter-- the voodoo doll and Captain Crunch.
Most of all I loved the pink box. It made me happy.
I confess cake boxes make me happy. Very happy. Especially pink cake boxes.
I confess we read at In Other Words, which is the feminist bookstore (Women & Women First) featured on the show "Portlandia." Everyone was wonderful and as I taught the poetry workshop with Susan, I pretended I was on my own personal episode.
Sometimes being a poet feels as if you're in your own comedy.
The dream of the 90's is alive in Portland...