Writing, but not poetry
03/20/2006 04:31 a.m.
I have been writing more articles, and fewer papers for my class. I dropped my class, or rather my class dropped. The teacher was the Bishop of Dallas, Rt. Reverend James Stanton. However, he has had so many other commitments, and had back problems that resulted in surgery, that too many classes have been dropped. I told the Dean that I didn't know where I stood. So she told me I can drop the class this year and take it again next year for free.

I have been writing for Westside Magazine and Collin County Kids. But here is the big news: I have been asked by a publisher to submit a few sample columns. He is looking for a local column writer.

It all began with my becoming fed up with a magazine I am currently writing for. I just disagree with their philosophy, and the other articles in it make me puke. It is geared for "premier living" and its audience is households with $300,000+ a year incomes. A society magazine, a local Vogue. - not me. So I contacted another magazine, one that I enjoy reading and comes to my door every month.
Wish me luck. Talk about cool, my own column.

Well, that is why I am not very active on Pathetic.
I am currently Fabulous
I am listening to Be Your Own Pet

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on a mission
02/14/2006 03:43 a.m.
I leave for Honduras at 5am Saturday. I am getting quite excited. I am spiritually preparing for this mission trip, and expect to learn a lot about the world. I have visited Mexico, I've been to Cancun. But I drove by the poverty. This time I will be working in the poverty. Helping people, mi hermanos en Christos.

I am currently Excited

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potted plant
01/04/2006 07:41 p.m.
gee, can you think of a more riveting title? I mean "potted plant" - it just screams excitement! I know everyone will impulsively click on this poem.
I am currently Sarcastic

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fleeting joy
09/28/2005 02:46 a.m.
The good: In today's (Tuesday 9/27) edition of the Dallas Morning News, in the Healthy Living section, there is a 2 page article about teaching kids how to ride bikes which I was interviewed for. It includes 4 big pictures of me and my two fellas. We are teaching James how to ride his bike. Very cool.

The bad: My house is sinking. Literally. You can see the floor separating from the wall. Man, this is gonna cost us. Ugh, foundation repair is expensive. Surely a poem will come out of this.

I am currently Unsure
I am listening to crickets

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Better Late than Clever
09/17/2005 03:50 a.m.
This happens to me all the time. And I know it happens to others. I use to have this friend who hid no emotions, and he would actually silently reenact the scene on his face while he was driving and thought no one was looking at him.
It seems like I will hear something in a conversation that really hits a nerve (in a good way or bad way) and hours to days later I will then think of something really good to say. Something clever, or kind, or mean, or something that would have just felt so gooooood to say. For example, I was at a party last weekend in Austin, and this older gentleman was talking to me. I don't know why, but he was talking to me like I've been his best friend for years - completely comfortable to say anything. This happens to me often, and you may think this is good, but it isn't when the person's heart is ugly and obnoxious. He made fun of black people, then told me this story about how he verbally accosted this handicapped man who was working for the government. He was mad about paying his taxes, and the man behind the desk visibly used crutches. So although it was completely irrelevant, he yelled at the guy that the only reason he had his job was because he was a "gimp".
I said nothing about the racial comments because he is an elder, a friend of my mother's, and I felt I needed to respect him. And to the story about the "gimp", all I asked was how did he get back to the topic of taxes.

What I should have said since this gentleman seemed to like me so, was "My husband is in a wheelchair, and he is African American. Do you suppose he got his job because of those two qualities, or do you think it was his Ph.D. and years of service in the military?"

I am currently Clueless
I am listening to Trumpets

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sister moon
06/25/2005 04:45 a.m.
This is my sister, Katrina

I am currently Calm

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my sister (buttsniffer) and brother in law's web site
05/31/2005 10:54 a.m.
http://www.cypressfilmlabs.com/
I am currently Jaded
I am listening to Snowpatrol

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name change
12/03/2004 03:43 p.m.
No poetry flowing yet. Although I had a very symbolic dream full of images I could put down into a
poem if I had the time.

So why the name change? Dan left me, and there is a new 23 year old Mrs. Kasten. - - Just kidding.
Dan was surfing the net at work when he ran across the name of an old room mate of his from a decade
ago. They made contact and have been writing back and forth. It got me thinking. If anyone from
high school or college tried to find me then never, never would be able to. Who would guess
that my name is Kasten and I live in Dallas. Nobody. So I am changing my name on Pathetic.org to
my maiden name. Tomas (no h, it is a shortened version of Tomasovich). Dan and I are still happily married.

It hasn't taken effect yet, but if you are soon wondering who Susan Q. Tomas is, that is me.
I am currently Nostalgic
I am listening to Thomas the Tank Engine

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hegemony & tangential & friends list
09/30/2003 07:16 p.m.
I like those words. I will never be able to spell them though. I want to stick this somewhere to remember it. So I am sticking it here. http://www.pathetic.org/friendsOf.php?i_memberid=5258
I am currently Happy
I am listening to James snore

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