I'm the book that beat the speed-reader, and I'm the card the dealers won't touch. And it's just not true I'm a man-eater; all the same, we should probably go dutch.
The things you pick up as you go.
There isn’t a book near me, so that means I won’t have one. Which is true. As with the past 21 years of my life.
I guess it makes sense, when you really think about it.
The straw knight jousts better than that one.
Like spoken languages, ASL has rules for constructing words from a small set of combining elements, and rules for binding its words together into sentences and discourses.
Note: If this exercise is being done outside of a classroom, participants should pair up with a friend at university or work and take turns sharing stories as explained above.
I WISH I WAS JOKING BUT:
“She is giving herself over completely, light hands at her waist”
“Don’t need a birthday for a party,” Jones said.
“Assignment 6-2: Play CLOSAT with Two Characters, One Location, and One Object”
“And Joseph came in to them in the morning and looked at them, and saw that they were sad.”
Two options, both equally discomforting:
“He felt weak with relief when next morning Attean walked stiffly into the cabin and sat down at the table.” …I am pretty sure Elizabeth George Speare never imagined gay sex as part of Sign Of The Beaver, though when you put this exercise together with that title, it’s pretty damn awesome. But since I am not male or gay, option two, which is…
“She was only ten, a skinny girl on a stolen horse with a dark forest ahead of her and men behind who would gladly cut off her feet.”
So…beware men with foot fetishes? Creepy. As usual for my love life.
Made a pair of bitchin’ barefoot sandals tonight using recycled necklace beads from jewelry I don’t wear anymore and $10-worth of supplies from Michael’s, including hemp rope. Because I couldn’t get behind using metal or plastic thread.
…If you’re going, “Footless sandals, what the fresh hell,” like I originally did, they are also commonly known as “fancy anklet/toe-ring things.”
In two days, I’ve made three sets of barefoot sandals. I’m a little obsessed, but hey, it’s something crafty to keep my hands busy and therefore, the rest of me out of relative trouble. I’ll take it.