Multiple Enthusiasms

Infinite jest. Excellent fancy. Flashes of merriment.

Busy, work

My classes at Regis began this week, at the same time that I set in motion my departure from Lulu and wound up the assignment I’ve been guiding my students through.

The class, so far: meh. I don’t have a business background and, indeed, never took any such courses in college, even despite two degrees and graduate school. Which means that, though I’m currently attending Regis, I’m really doing a conditional acceptance sort of thing. I have to pass a couple of Foundations of Business or somesuchlike courses.

Which would be fine. I get that I need to know stuff like statistics. And I can’t wait to get to marketing.


(you knew there was going to be a but, right? Which gives me an opportunity to try out this “more” function thingy I’ve been wanting to use)

This first week has concentrated on Excel spreadsheets. One I’m supposed to create using supplied parameters, which is kinda cool, but no less than four others I’m supposed to “duplicate” off a worksheet. Not to mention, I then have to do some other weirdo thing that makes the spreadsheets display the formulas I did.

So: showing your work.

But yeesh. I’m 30 years old. Is this really frickin’ necessary? I just wrote a business plan last semester.

(funny how life segues sometimes)


I did most of the spreadsheets already. Now for the other.

I might be (re)posting work from Entrekin this next week, as part of the whole September 11th pledge drive thing. I know some of you have already both read and bought it, but I’m pretty certain, too, that many other people besides haven’t.

But this’ll be a bit of a ‘greatest hits’ sort of week.

So, the question is: what’s your favorite story in Entrekin, and why? Any questions you’re burnin’ to ask after reading them? Or otherwise, for that matter?


  1. Eventually the you

    Page twenty is always the first page I turn to and has been read more than any other. Why? Because it reminds me of the first poem you and I first talked about somewhere else – a poem I’d written that wasn’t what it should’ve been but could have. Because it’s plain and honest and open. Because I still think about it when the book isn’t open.


  2. Want me to pimp you out on My Space? I won’t do anything silly, which in it’s self might seem silly, if you prefer.

    A freind of mine, and possibly a new reader of yours, sent me this. It seems like something you should see

  3. I think you poetry really shined for me, but I’m a poet at heart despite not writing much of it these past few years. Are we still on for the 9/11 interview? Did you get the questions?

    Oh, and enjoy being 30. It’s all downhill from here baby! I’m 32 and still wondering where last week went, much less the past two years of my life. They say time flies when you are having fun…gray hair at my temples, back aches, in bed by 9:30pm….yeah, this is a blast, man!!

    Best wishes,

  4. @Paula: really? That’s funny. I posted it today, just for you.

    @Gotham: if you’d like. I wouldn’t argue. And I’ve never minded silly. Silly fits me well.

    @Shannon: Thanks, and yes, we are. Sent them back to you. And I know all that aging stuff. I’ve got a nice little swath of grey I’m growing right now. Hey, better that than losing it, I figure, right?

  5. Welp, you know my favorite’s always been “Dear Author.” It’s what convinced me you weren’t just a pretty face. I could relate to it because I write sometimes, ya know?

  6. @Alma: oh, good, a choice that’s not a poem. Well, that’s definitely goin’ up, then!

    Nice to know I’m not just a pretty face, but then, I never realized I was a pretty face to begin with. That’s nice to know, too.

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