Although I went through the gifted-school puppy mill with F-town's elite, our household wasn't one for trumpeting my myriad accomplishments. While other people's homes had refrigerators festooned with straight-A report cards and C+ art deemed worthy of entry in the Whitney Biennial (if F-town parents knew about the WB), my mum and pop were more modest about my grades, my 6th-grade-reading-level-in-Kindergarten, and my award-winning solo performances in F-town's elementary school poetry festival. Bragging, like boob jobs and Louis Vuitton purses, was in bad taste, and mom and dad would have none of it.
But this was all back in the '80s, before blogging, before my dad died and my mom decided that I was done being raised. I am not a big bragger about myself. Self-promotion makes me uneasy. But what is the point of blogging if I can't say nice things about myself once in a while? Because who else is going to say them?
Accomplishment du jour: I finished my article on Playwright Colin! Yay! I finished a writing project that isn't a novel! Go Mo!
No really, Mo. Go. Go to Europe. Tomorrow. How about Spain? You need an overseas vacation and some bread with tomato goo rubbed on it. Go on. Go!
Posted by Zerd at December 17, 2007 04:27 PM