Pax Nortona – A Blog by Joel Sax
From the Land of the Lost Blunderbuss
Month: February 2003
An Exercise
Posted on February 10, 2003 in Writing Exercises
Tonight’s writing exercise involved using three words pulled at random in a composition. The three words were:
- extinguished
- variegated
- languid
Ah Puch
Posted on February 10, 2003 in Myths & Mysticism
The Mayan god of death is Ah Puch. I invoke his name now when I screw up.
Better than a Critique
Posted on February 10, 2003 in Writing
A new member of our group finally got his courage up and submitted a sheaf of poems. Like the first works of many intelligent people, he couched too much in elegant platitudes.
I started marking his sheets in my usual blue, red, and green inks, then stopped. I could circle and tell him all kinds of things, but it would not get across what he needed to do.
So, considering his interest in matters of life, death, and existence, I have decided to read and give him this for study.
My theory is that we learn much better by being shown what is good rather than being told what is wrong with what we do.
Joelabel’s Canon
Posted on February 10, 2003 in Writing
I’m putting the last touches on the short story that I am submitting to the writing group tonight and doing my best to be kind as I mark up the papers of the writers who present this week.
Fistula 4
Posted on February 9, 2003 in Dentition
The fistula has grown to about the size of a lentil and feels like a hard bean lying between my gum and my cheek. It appears to range from silver gray to bruise blue.
Notice to Roaches
Posted on February 8, 2003 in Roach-B-Gone
If you don’t have the guts to post using a true email address, you don’t exist as far as I am concerned.
Shopping for my Birthday
Posted on February 7, 2003 in Anxiety
When I agreed to go up there, this trap wasn’t part of the deal.
Suicide Online
Posted on February 7, 2003 in IRC/Chat Scoundrels Suicide
“I told u I was hardcore,” were his last coherent words.
St. Rasputin!? Then St. Stalin?
Posted on February 6, 2003 in Hypocrites Myths & Mysticism Strange
It’s not bleeding icons or weeping statues that make a saint. It is the good works and dedication to the ideals and methods of Christ.
