We had our (sortof) monthly writer’s group meeting tonight. It was at my house, so I was in charge of giving people an assignment and providing snacks and tea. We had fruit salad:
And the assignment was to bring in something that makes a sound and tell a story that incorporates the sound in some way. Nice and vague.
Matt started off the festivities in style with a performance to which I’m sure most cyclists can relate:
Jim then scarred our minds with a story about a wooden frog and people wearing socks at awkward times:
Tracy brought a traditional noisemaker that we thought was only used for New Year’s, but is also apparently used at Purim celebrations:
Joanna rounded out the performances with a remembrance of the sounds associated with glowing pixels:
After the performances we talked about the demise of print culture and rise of government sanctioned torture.
Hello.
Martha Louise, who is the only daughter of King Harald and Queen Sonja, gave up the title of ‘royal highness’ upon her 2002 marriage to writer Ari, and has a reputation for not standing on ceremony.
Bye.