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Archives

Saturday, June 02, 2007

I can still recall the day Lewis Nordan read to the class from his then still unpublished manuscript.  We’d read from our work, then he’d read from his.  It was like a tennis match with words, us against him.

from Sugar Among The Freaks

I had been fishing for an hour and still hadn’t caught anything.  I was fishing for chickens.  Mama wouldn’t let me walk to the town pond by myself.  What else was I going to fish for?

I looked back over my shoulder through the torn-out screened door and tried to see Mama in there.  I said, “Mama.” I was using the voice that says you’re being real good and not fishing for chickens.

Mama said, “You better not be fishing for chickens, Sugar Mecklin, you going to get switched.” She’s got this ability.

She was out in the kitchen, that was good anyway.  I put a fresh kernel on my hook and scattered shelled corn on the slick dirt yard below the porch and dusted off my hands on my white blue jeans.  A handful of old hens came bobbing and clucking up to the corn and poked at it with their heads and then raised their heads up and looked around, and then started poking at it again.

I dropped the baited hook in amongst them.


Thursday, March 15, 2007

With 500 Scrine sentences under her belt, Jo officially becomes a member of The 500 Club.

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Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Having stood just outside the door to the 500 Club for the longest time, Jo makes a rather extraordinary move this evening and joins the 300 Club.

JO

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As the only voting member of the 300 Club, Pam should have no trouble being elected president.

PAM

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Thursday, February 22, 2007

I popped awake at 3:30 this morning thinking of tag clouds and how it might be interesting to take a look at the first 500 sentences of some of Scrine’s members.  Why not, I told myself.  I’ll form the 500 Club and anyone who reaches that number will have their words looked at and analyzed.  Much will be discovered.

Okay, so I didn’t actually pop awake just to think about that.  The dog also happened to be jumping on chest, needing to go outside for a poop, but let’s not get hasty and give all the credit.  I’ve already told him that the idea and his bowel needing attention was pure coincidence, and so far, I think he believes me.

So below you’ll see three tag clouds representing the first 500 sentences of the three people officially in The 500 Club - Mouse (or ‘mouse, depending upon your particular accent), me, and Boot.  We haven’t elected officers yet, so there’s still time to hurry and write and join.

A couple of notes of interest:

  1. Due to the file size limitation of the tag cloud software (100kb max.), I was only able to analyze my first 450 sentences, rather than 500, which I did for both Mouse and Boot.
  2. At 500 sentences, I was 7% wordier than Mouse, and a whopping 40% wordier than Boot.  (Clearly I will run for the position of Club Spokesmodel.  Lots of world travel involved with the position, I’m guessing.)

Much further study is needed before any final conclusions are drawn.  I was, of course, relieved to see that my writing was not defined by incessant talk of robots, giants, and hobos.

MOUSE

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KEITH

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BOOT