Sunday, May 30, 2004
Since I don’t feel particularly inspired today, I sent out query letters instead. Seven for Dixie Dust Rumours and five for Jill Moves. Hopefully, they’ll spark some interest. I haven’t yet figured out how to streamline my query process – in other words, I can’t get the computer to do what I want it to do. Queries take so much time that I find I need to do them in small batches. Nothing would make me happier than to prepare a full list of queries and send them out thirty or forty at a time, so that they aren’t hovering over me. But the process of printing the letters and the envelopes and filling out the submission tracking forms I have . . .it takes a long, long time. I wonder if Quicken would, well, quicken the process. Because, as usual, Microsoft is useless. And their help function is less than useless.
Last night’s hockey game was exciting. Iginla and Lecavalier got into a fight in the first period, which was surprising. Lecavalier only got into two fights all season. He was determined to raise the morale of his team. And both guys were class acts in the interviews when journalists tried to get them to diss each other. They are both class acts, and aren’t manipulated by the media, thank goodness. They’re too smart. Unfortunately, Tampa Bay lost anyway, 3-0. Fedotenko’s cheek was ripped open at one point – I would be surprised if the Calgary player holding him back did not get a suspension. The way the guy gripped him, Fedotenko couldn’t put up his arms to protect his face and slammed into the boards. I don’t mind serious checking, but I do mind holding someone so he can’t protect himself. I have a lot of respect for Robyn Regehr, but didn’t like the way this play came down. I don’t know if it all happened so fast he couldn’t let go of Fedotenko or what. Whatever happened, I didn’t like it. I also think the Lightening players had difficulty with the altitude – I wish they’d had another day to get adjusted. I’m still not sure for whom to root in the series. It’ll go at least five. I want it to go seven games.
Damien Cox, a columnist for the Toronto Star, and one of my favorite sports writers, disagrees:
I’m concerned about the possible strike/lockout. Since Gary Bettman lost my respect in Nashville last June with his anti-labor comments, I have little hope that there will be a resolution that’s both swift and fair.
New information suggests that Pat Tillman may have been killed by Friendly Fire in Afghanistan. I can’t even imagine how devastating that must be to his family.
I’m glad this is an election year and people can let their feelings be known. I hope everyone of voting age turns out to vote. Whether voters agree with me or not, I always want them to at least vote. It’s so important. And I hope the voting system is fixed so that those votes are actually counted, unlike what happened four years ago. I ended a friendship once with someone who refused to register to vote because she didn’t feel like serving jury duty. Jury duty is part of one’s responsibility as a citizen. If you don’t vote, you don’t have the right to complain if you don’t like the way something is run. And, as far as jury duty goes, I’ve served jury duty three times on three different types of cases: civil (personal injury); criminal (murder); and Grand Jury (narcotics); as well as testifying in a theft trial. Each time I’ve learned a lot, and, in spite of the theatrics that take place in a courtroom, it’s given me confidence in the way the justice system is set up. Plenty of celebrity trials have made me feel otherwise, but the trials in which I have personally been involved have given me hope.
I didn’t mean for this to be a political rant, but, oh well.
Wrote up an interview questionnaire and contacted several people I want to interview for a new article. And, for once, I’m going to agree with those who tell me what I “should” write and get to work researching a non-fiction book. Don’t know which byline it will carry yet, but it will be about something for which I have both knowledge and passion (don’t worry – it’s not politics)!
Tried to read a book because I wanted to and got twitchy. So I wrote an article about it, personifying the guilt as the “Writing Dominatrix.” I’ve had perfectly productive days leading up to today, so there’s no reason to feel guilty.
For dinner, I roasted chicken with a mixture of herbs and spices. It’s based on a Patricia Wells recipe. However, I couldn’t find my chervil and that made me churlish. And then I thought some mustard would go well with the lemon, the thyme, and the tarragon. And, well, it evolved into its own identity that had very little to do with what Ms. Wells suggested. But it was delicious. And, fortunately, I took notes as I improvised. The mashed potatoes set it off perfectly, as did the cucumber, tomato and onion salad. I’m disappointed in the white wine I last bought – a Beringer Chenin Blanc. I’ve never had good luck with Beringer wine. At least tonight, very chilled, it was bland enough to offset the bite of the herb mixture. It might work with very spicy Asian or Mexican recipes. But I find it barely drinkable. I’m spoiled by the recent French sauvignon blancs I’ve been drinking. They’re not expensive, but they go with absolutely everything.