Monthly Archive for February, 2006

the aftermath …

I got up on stage and read my piece last night at the poetry slam. My palms were getting damper and damper as I watched the crowd get bigger and bigger while I sat there waiting for the event to start. I had a real fear that I’d get up there and pass out or throw up. Michelle and Lani were gently teasing me the whole time. Once I put my name on the sign up sheet, all I got was encouragement and love from everybody who knew about it.

As the evening wore on the room became electric with creative energy, and then they called my name. All I remember is the spotlight in my face, taking a deep breath, and chanting in my head – “Don’t go too fast!” And when the crowd started reacting to me and whooping and yelling I knew I was doing all right.

The most pleasant surprise was how many people came up to me to tell me they liked my piece, were asking me questions, patting me on the back, shaking my hand … that was truly the best part of the whole experience. Sharing something of mine that other people can enjoy and appreciate. For a moment there, I sort of felt like a rock star. Just a tad.

And I want to thank Michelle, Lani, and Wayne for being my cheering section. Having you guys there to egg me on made all the difference. I’m gonna do it again. We need more girls up there.

poetry slam

There’s another poetry slam this Friday! You should totally check it out.

slam poster

Typhoid Mary

Now, if you’ve ever coughed or sniffled around me, you know I will immediately begin calling you the “Outbreak Monkey” and flee from you in terror. I’m not the only one who does this. One of my lit professors will ban your ass from class if you sneeze, because he’s sensibly trying to avoid pneumonia. Since reading about this story last night, I’ve decided to retire “Outbreak Monkey” to cinema history and start calling those infectious souls “Typhoid Marys.” It’s more effective because it’s true. The monkey’s career was limited to Friends, Ace Ventura 2, and Outbreak. Typhoid Mary was quarantined for twenty odd years …. Much scarier.

Typhoid Mary was a cook who passed typhoid to people she cooked for – The Crime library

NOVA | The Most Dangerous Woman in America | Typhoid Mary: Villain or Victim? | PBS