<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045</id><updated>2012-01-09T14:37:55.674-08:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='galapagos'/><category term='calendar'/><category term='secret'/><category term='a classic game of murder'/><category term='metaphor'/><category term='genre'/><category term='imagery'/><category term='comic'/><category term='event'/><category term='environment'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='art'/><category term='press'/><category term='deal'/><category term='spelling'/><category term='evolution'/><category term='eulogy'/><category term='library'/><category term='hope'/><category term='form'/><category term='home'/><category term='perpetual care'/><category term='travel'/><category term='obsession'/><category term='journal'/><category term='flatmancrooked&apos;s slim volume of contemporary poetics'/><category term='sports'/><category term='video'/><category term='desert'/><category term='science fiction'/><category term='review'/><category term='bookstore'/><category term='work'/><category term='phoenix'/><category term='farm'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='contest'/><category term='remake'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='reading'/><category term='magical realism'/><category term='radio'/><category term='workshop'/><category term='repetition'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='politics'/><category term='field'/><category term='culture'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='definition'/><category term='title'/><category term='music'/><category term='language'/><category term='school'/><category term='website'/><category term='game'/><category term='river'/><category term='nonfiction'/><category term='book'/><category term='blog'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='television'/><category term='letter'/><category term='movie'/><category term='criticism'/><category term='photo'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='church'/><category term='food'/><category term='omission'/><category term='play'/><category term='anarchy'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='design'/><category term='shakespeare'/><category term='debt'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Drowning the Field</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>344</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-1203665746318043037</id><published>2011-10-28T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T13:36:19.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Poet for President</title><summary type='text'>Big news for verse-lovers today: Ireland's next president is a poet. Michael D. Higgins, referred to simply as Michael D on his website (and no, he's no relation to the Beastie Boys' Mike D), is a long-time civic leader and politician who just happens to author a few books of poetry, including An Arid Season and The Season of Fire. Unfortunately, I was unable to find any examples of his poems </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/1203665746318043037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=1203665746318043037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/1203665746318043037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/1203665746318043037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/10/poet-for-president.html' title='Poet for President'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-3854440652493617936</id><published>2011-10-18T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T12:54:27.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Workshop: Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark</title><summary type='text'>It's that time of the year when leaves turn orange and the morning fog can be seen settling in the vineyard rows. That means it's time for Halloween, my favorite holiday, and the telling of scary stories.My favorites came from the Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark series of books, by Alvin Schwartz and illustrated by Stephen Gammell. If you're near my age, you probably grew up reading these books</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/3854440652493617936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=3854440652493617936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3854440652493617936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3854440652493617936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/10/workshop-scary-stories-to-tell-in-dark.html' title='Workshop: Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSCMC5fCJQY/Tp3X6EjzhLI/AAAAAAAABAg/sbUNqoHFQ3s/s72-c/sc44bs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-9143000928983896830</id><published>2011-09-22T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T09:40:00.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perpetual care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>On Translation, Part 2</title><summary type='text'>When "A Ghost Abandons the Haunted" was featured in Ted Kooser's American Life in Poetry project, I had no idea how far-reaching its distribution would be, or how many people would read it. When I googled the poem, I was pleasantly surprised at how many small newspapers include Kooser's article, and that bloggers were getting in on the action as well.When I saw the poem up at Larabee and Liza, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/9143000928983896830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=9143000928983896830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/9143000928983896830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/9143000928983896830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-translation-part-2.html' title='On Translation, Part 2'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-4829756532971123225</id><published>2011-09-15T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T10:21:21.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perpetual care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>On Translation</title><summary type='text'>I haven't been here in a while, I know. But when I signed in today, I had a lovely comment from a Spanish poet waiting for me. Jesus Jimenez Dominguez has translated my poem "A Ghost Abandons the Haunted" into Spanish. Beautiful, no?I was reminded of a class I took on translation the final year in my MFA program. Throughout, we discussed the balance between literal translation and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/4829756532971123225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=4829756532971123225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4829756532971123225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4829756532971123225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-translation.html' title='On Translation'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-3429934279446643434</id><published>2011-08-19T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T10:51:40.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a classic game of murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>On Justice and Other Things</title><summary type='text'>If you know my work, it's probable that you also know dancing girl press. This small press out of Chicago focuses on printing the work of contemporary women poets. It is also the press which released my chapbook, A Classic Game of Murder. And, a while ago, the publisher, Kristy Bowen, invited me and a few other writers to participate in the creation of a poetic Tarot deck. Each card was given to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/3429934279446643434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=3429934279446643434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3429934279446643434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3429934279446643434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-justice-and-other-things.html' title='On Justice and Other Things'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CaVUzXAljLk/Tk6h6uI1nLI/AAAAAAAABAA/puicSg_S8mQ/s72-c/field.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-1865472650829347374</id><published>2011-08-01T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T14:15:10.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>LocalArts: Digging Davis, CA</title><summary type='text'>Smack dab in the middle of fields and farms, Davis, California is a little intellectual and artistic haven. Here, bikes rule the street and composting is commonplace. Here, you may just be able to shove your hand into a living cow's stomach or smell a corpse flower named Ted. In Davis, agriculture mixes with environmentalism, conservatism with conservation, and engineering with poetry. It is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/1865472650829347374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=1865472650829347374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/1865472650829347374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/1865472650829347374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/07/localarts-digging-davis-ca.html' title='LocalArts: Digging Davis, CA'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-5746019715719229422</id><published>2011-07-15T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T14:51:21.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'>Wide Open Spaces</title><summary type='text'>It seems like most of my recent posts here have been about spaces, whether it has been my new home or the rural area I live in. So when I saw this recent article on writing spaces in the Chicago Tribune, courtesy of Hayden's Ferry Review, I was interested in what, if any, new revelations regarding space were to be had.But, I must admit, I was a tad disappointed. Based on this (very limited) list </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/5746019715719229422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=5746019715719229422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5746019715719229422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5746019715719229422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/07/wide-open-spaces.html' title='Wide Open Spaces'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-8830681575267512841</id><published>2011-07-01T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T15:02:47.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Weekend on the Farm</title><summary type='text'>It's been a long time since I've had a weekend on the farm. My new old home in town tends to keep me away. But I'm finally heading to Walnut Grove this weekend to reconnect with all things rural and celebrate in true country style.Kicking off my celebration, I'm indulging in a little late-afternoon reading of a new favorite blog, The Art of the Rural, who is publishing a Rural Poetry series. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/8830681575267512841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=8830681575267512841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8830681575267512841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8830681575267512841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/07/weekend-on-farm.html' title='Weekend on the Farm'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-3758099143971956429</id><published>2011-06-17T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T10:03:50.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>I'm Saying Yes to Knotty Pine!</title><summary type='text'>I've been wondering for a while what to post (or whether to post anything) about our new home. I didn't want this to become a house-centric blog, but I did want to somehow celebrate the fabulousness of our little bungalow. True, we no longer live on the farm, but we still live in an agricultural area--our new hometown is surrounded by orchards and grape fields, and some mornings I still find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/3758099143971956429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=3758099143971956429' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3758099143971956429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3758099143971956429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-saying-yes-to-knotty-pine.html' title='I&apos;m Saying Yes to Knotty Pine!'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oxorMHuwTfE/TfuItqNIrZI/AAAAAAAAA_w/eX5GJ5JdUmc/s72-c/step%2Bsaver%2Bkitchen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-24838933303021493</id><published>2011-05-18T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T10:11:16.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shakespeare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Common People</title><summary type='text'>So, Obama had a Poetry Night at the White House. Cool. And he invited a rapper. Hm, ok...appealing to the young folks, I get it. Since then, we have all heard (over and over) about what a terrible travesty it was to have Common in the White House. What's shocking is not that hate-mongering folks decided to make this an issue, or that they are blissfully unaware of how offensive their taking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/24838933303021493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=24838933303021493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/24838933303021493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/24838933303021493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/05/common-people.html' title='Common People'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-6631225378505875029</id><published>2011-05-03T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:01:37.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a classic game of murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Big Giveaway, Big Wins</title><summary type='text'>So, I had this great idea about how to choose the winners of my Big Poetry Giveaway...imagine numbered dog biscuits strewn across the floor, winners chosen by which one George eats first. Amazing, right? I was going to take pictures and document the whole, crazy process. It was going to be so cool.Alas, that didn't happen. I woke up yesterday, went to work like usual, signed in at my desktop and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/6631225378505875029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=6631225378505875029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6631225378505875029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6631225378505875029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/05/big-giveaway-big-wins.html' title='Big Giveaway, Big Wins'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-6425319569566517072</id><published>2011-04-28T13:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T13:56:27.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>A Couple of Commemorations</title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to Harper Lee"I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting                    the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's                    when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway                    and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes                    you do."&amp; Bon Voyage to Michael Scott“</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/6425319569566517072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=6425319569566517072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6425319569566517072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6425319569566517072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/04/couple-of-commemorations.html' title='A Couple of Commemorations'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GV-q4qS2fA0/TbnUFz2tmwI/AAAAAAAAA-s/RvDfV-J7_1s/s72-c/tumblr_lkd3ow7wu11qhhsei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-7207727663316530596</id><published>2011-04-11T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T15:48:00.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flatmancrooked&apos;s slim volume of contemporary poetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eulogy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Flatman-Sad</title><summary type='text'>When I met Flatmancrooked editor Steve Owen at the St. Patrick's Day reading, I learned that he would be leaving the organization. Now it looks like he's not the only one. As of last week, Flatmancrooked has announced that they will be shutting up shop--permanently--on May 1st.What does this mean for Flatman fans...and those of you who have been putting off ordering a copy of their Slim Volume of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/7207727663316530596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=7207727663316530596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7207727663316530596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7207727663316530596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/04/flatman-sad.html' title='Flatman-Sad'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgoKNKOQ4Sw/TZug-DJrY1I/AAAAAAAAA-U/qugwEFrBBHs/s72-c/51-rK-39KlL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-8874625536760043728</id><published>2011-04-05T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T15:47:55.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='form'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Through the Desert on a Horse with No Name</title><summary type='text'>That's where I'm headed this weekend...although probably not on an anonymous steed. But I will be visiting my home state, Arizona, to participate as an instructor in Avondale Public Library's Narrative Poetry Workshop. This great event was organized by a dear friend, who also happens to be the librarian. And it includes another dear friend (who I've written about before), Cynthia Hogue, as well </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/8874625536760043728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=8874625536760043728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8874625536760043728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8874625536760043728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/04/through-desert-on-horse-with-no-name.html' title='Through the Desert on a Horse with No Name'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-8685260088454755040</id><published>2011-03-29T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T14:49:11.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a classic game of murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Big Poetry Giveaway 2011</title><summary type='text'>I completely missed the boat on this last year...I guess I was too busy during 2010's National Poetry Month reveling in rural-ness. But this year, I've got myself together and I am ready to participate in Kelli Russell Agodon's Big Poetry Giveaway 2011.Click on the picture above to learn more about this event and find other participating bloggers. If you've found me via Kelli's site, welcome! I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/8685260088454755040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=8685260088454755040' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8685260088454755040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8685260088454755040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/03/big-poetry-giveaway-2011.html' title='The Big Poetry Giveaway 2011'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WX8uplKkLWc/TZJBXLxhXmI/AAAAAAAAA98/p1eczCx8Rrk/s72-c/big_poetry_giveaway_2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-2243695758047101021</id><published>2011-03-18T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T12:57:04.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flatmancrooked&apos;s slim volume of contemporary poetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Post-Paddy's</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, I had the pleasure of participating in a reading with some other poets from Flatmancrooked's Slim Volume of Contemporary Poetics: Joseph Atkins, James Benton, Joshua McKinney, and Steve Owen. Though I was the sole female voice there, the range of work was invigorating. From Atkins' sculptural language play to the quiet wit of Benton and McKinney to Owen's raucous surrealism, I felt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/2243695758047101021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=2243695758047101021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/2243695758047101021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/2243695758047101021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/03/post-paddys.html' title='Post-Paddy&apos;s'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-6656716843669138909</id><published>2011-03-07T11:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T11:56:20.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie Monday: Oscar 2011 Post-Game</title><summary type='text'>Yikes...I'm almost scared to tally up how my predictions did this year. If I hadn't just got back from Las Vegas--where I lost a whopping $5 on the Magic Unicorn penny slots--I might not even have the energy to do so. But, since I'm on a losing streak, I might as well...Picture -- YESDirector -- NOActress -- YESActor -- YESSupporting Actress -- NOSupporting Actor -- YESAnimated Film -- YESFilm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/6656716843669138909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=6656716843669138909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6656716843669138909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6656716843669138909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/03/movie-monday-oscar-2011-post-game.html' title='Movie Monday: Oscar 2011 Post-Game'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-7078004553556587291</id><published>2011-03-01T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:20:23.588-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>I Want to Be a Betazoid</title><summary type='text'>I used to watch Star Trek: The Next Generation with my dad. It was on late...9pm (gasp!), and  sometimes it was a struggle to keep awake. But it was worth it. Complex plots, thought-provoking issues of humanity and morality, Patrick Stewart's accent. All these were reasons to stay tuned.My favorite character by far was the half-Betazoid, half-human hybrid Deanna Troi. She was one of my early </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/7078004553556587291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=7078004553556587291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7078004553556587291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7078004553556587291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-want-to-be-betazoid.html' title='I Want to Be a Betazoid'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHwwbA-o-GI/TWweFgPcQuI/AAAAAAAAA9c/pAjh3H97OHE/s72-c/riker-n-troi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-1362556910767687068</id><published>2011-02-17T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T11:38:24.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Workshop: Redclay Dreamboat Lieutenant Disher</title><summary type='text'>This workshop is in honor of the Westminster Dog Show, which recently crowned yet another best in show. It celebrates the strange, sometimes hilarious tradition of show dog names. The rules for naming your show dog are simple:Include the name of the kennelIf significant, include an ancestor's nameMake sure the proper name is unique (no duplicates allowed)Decide on the call name, or everyday name </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/1362556910767687068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=1362556910767687068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/1362556910767687068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/1362556910767687068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/02/workshop-redclay-dreamboat-lieutenant.html' title='Workshop: Redclay Dreamboat Lieutenant Disher'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-2897480794902051172</id><published>2011-02-08T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T11:17:16.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!</title><summary type='text'>Globe-trotters and rural folks alike, rejoice! In celebration of Elizabeth Bishop's centennial, three new books are to be released which will include previously unpublished work along with well-known favorites. If poets could be saints, Bishop would be the patron saint of travelers...and whether you are interested in exotic lands or small towns (or even if you're a traveler of the animal kingdom)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/2897480794902051172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=2897480794902051172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/2897480794902051172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/2897480794902051172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/02/rainbow-rainbow-rainbow.html' title='Rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-4937694817009194786</id><published>2011-01-31T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T14:37:33.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie Monday: Oscar Picks 2011</title><summary type='text'>I have been gone too long, readers, but the Oscars have brought me back. So, without further delay, here are my uninformed, purely instinctive picks for the big night:Best PictureI don't dig having so many to pick from. There are really only a handful who have a true shot at the award, so isn't it just unfair to those at the back of the line? Of these ten, I wish the conceptual 127 Hours or the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/4937694817009194786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=4937694817009194786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4937694817009194786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4937694817009194786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2011/01/movie-monday-oscar-picks-2011.html' title='Movie Monday: Oscar Picks 2011'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-4874681835712153986</id><published>2010-12-24T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T08:44:22.998-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river'/><title type='text'>Christmas in the Delta</title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/4874681835712153986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=4874681835712153986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4874681835712153986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4874681835712153986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-in-delta.html' title='Christmas in the Delta'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TRTN1NAM5uI/AAAAAAAAA88/tlJtHK9w-U4/s72-c/DSCF1188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-6493287270375809893</id><published>2010-12-22T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T10:04:57.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>My Impossible Christmas Wish List</title><summary type='text'>1. Alice in Wonderland, 1st Edition2. Winona Ryder's house3. A Blind Melon concert4. A Greek Island5. A ticket to the Academy Awards</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/6493287270375809893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=6493287270375809893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6493287270375809893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6493287270375809893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-impossible-christmas-wish-list.html' title='My Impossible Christmas Wish List'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TRI9rn-sGcI/AAAAAAAAA80/d3_wdCyyawM/s72-c/alice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-6358703109186155946</id><published>2010-12-20T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T07:02:17.994-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Pamela the Poet</title><summary type='text'>She's known as the queen of Baywatch and star of Borat's fantasy, but did you know that Pamela Anderson is a poet? Neither did I. But Playboy thinks so...here's an excerpt from her debut piece published in the most recent issue, entitled "Musings from the bed of Pamela."The youth ... The wild that rose up from the ashes. The adults ... Living and dead that fought for our rights ... Artists ... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/6358703109186155946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=6358703109186155946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6358703109186155946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6358703109186155946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/12/pamela-poet.html' title='Pamela the Poet'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-3158941219582949196</id><published>2010-12-17T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T07:24:43.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>For Crissake...</title><summary type='text'>A group of scientists has taken every single word out of every book from the 18th Century to the present, and compiled them in a database dubbed Culturomics. They claim that words are like genomes for our culture...hence the name. But is this true? I'd argue that only emotionally charged words and phrases (war, marriage, racial slurs, religious terms, etc.) can be thought of as such. The and's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/3158941219582949196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=3158941219582949196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3158941219582949196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3158941219582949196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-crissake.html' title='For Crissake...'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-8809228403516113622</id><published>2010-12-15T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T06:49:01.768-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Workshop: Party On, Wayne</title><summary type='text'>This is the season of parties--cocktails, dinner, gift-swapping, tree-trimming--yet, I've noticed there are very few poems about soirees and get-togethers. Which is strange. The elements are all there: decorations and outfits that can be either festive or garish, depending on your mood; rich, indulgent food and drink; and fascinating personalities you wouldn't normally come into contact with on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/8809228403516113622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=8809228403516113622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8809228403516113622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8809228403516113622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/12/workshop-party-on-wayne.html' title='Workshop: Party On, Wayne'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-3435548027267788657</id><published>2010-12-12T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T06:49:20.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie Monday: Who Would Play...</title><summary type='text'>Unlike most classic Christmas movies, It's a Wonderful Life has never suffered a remake (although it has been adapted to other media). And it's no wonder...it is considered one of those perfect films: perfect stars, perfect story, etc. But, if it were to be remade, who would dare to trod where Jimmy Stewart, Donna Reed, and Lionel Barrymore came before? Here are some possibilities:George Bailey -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/3435548027267788657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=3435548027267788657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3435548027267788657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3435548027267788657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/12/movie-monday-who-would-play.html' title='Movie Monday: Who Would Play...'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TQY5twu9E4I/AAAAAAAAA78/5PVqYovl_Do/s72-c/GeorgeBailey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-4138795403618873220</id><published>2010-12-10T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T07:28:10.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>It's Friday, I'm in Love</title><summary type='text'>With:Blossom &amp; BillLarabee &amp; LizaMumford &amp; SonsCrimson &amp; Clover&amp; the Ampersand</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/4138795403618873220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=4138795403618873220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4138795403618873220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4138795403618873220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-friday-im-in-love.html' title='It&apos;s Friday, I&apos;m in Love'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-6310940107913291590</id><published>2010-12-08T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T06:41:47.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Rhymes for Reagan</title><summary type='text'>Because there just aren't enough poems about our 40th president...Illinois students can enter their best verse in the Poems for the President contest, in honor of Reagan's 100th birthday. I predict many an ode to the Jelly Belly...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/6310940107913291590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=6310940107913291590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6310940107913291590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6310940107913291590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/12/rhymes-for-reagan.html' title='Rhymes for Reagan'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TP-Y2EYfKhI/AAAAAAAAA7E/wT-Q84nM1GY/s72-c/reagan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-727707396668480053</id><published>2010-12-06T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T07:11:28.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><title type='text'>On Spiders</title><summary type='text'>This year, as it got colder and darker, we discovered our heater wasn't working. It was busy--the Thanksgiving holiday, Christmas shopping, repairs to our new home--so we compensated with space heaters. One in the bedroom. One in the office. One in the bathroom. One by the couch. A few nights, when the temp dipped below freezing, we put them all in the bedroom and shut the door to the hallway to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/727707396668480053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=727707396668480053' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/727707396668480053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/727707396668480053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-spiders.html' title='On Spiders'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-6046199648139953903</id><published>2010-12-03T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T07:32:31.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><title type='text'>Weekend on the Farm</title><summary type='text'>frost in the orchard</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/6046199648139953903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=6046199648139953903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6046199648139953903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6046199648139953903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/12/weekend-on-farm.html' title='Weekend on the Farm'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TPkNduXrSZI/AAAAAAAAA68/EO1gb3IrvBA/s72-c/DSCF1746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-7371916083940681325</id><published>2010-12-01T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T12:14:39.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookstore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Do Good This December</title><summary type='text'>Yes, the holiday shopping frenzy is well underway. Have you checked off your gift list yet? If not, consider buying  from Better World Books for your literary friends and relatives. You can find all the newest publications here as well as some great deals on used books. There are even movies, CD's, and package deals (3 books for $10? Right on!). Oh, and did I mention the free shipping? No $25 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/7371916083940681325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=7371916083940681325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7371916083940681325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7371916083940681325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-good-this-december.html' title='Do Good This December'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-4851198787393917309</id><published>2010-11-29T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T07:04:32.818-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie Monday: Bells Will Be Ringin' Part 2</title><summary type='text'>As Thanksgiving draws to a close, do you find yourself dreading the weeks of dark chill before Christmas? Want to keep the fun alive? Then you might want to consider popping a movie or two into the ol' VHS (or, you know, stream it on Netflix). Here are a few more worthy holiday movies to choose from:Why it's good: Really, the only Thanksgiving movie out there. And who can go wrong with two kings </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/4851198787393917309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=4851198787393917309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4851198787393917309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4851198787393917309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/11/movie-monday-bells-will-be-ringin-part.html' title='Movie Monday: Bells Will Be Ringin&apos; Part 2'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TPPA63p2xyI/AAAAAAAAA60/oXg5ov2sKrM/s72-c/planes-trains-and-automobiles-poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-4946517984894855155</id><published>2010-11-24T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T06:57:28.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='form'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Workshop: Oh, Ode-ee oh!</title><summary type='text'>Since this is the time of year to reflect on what we're thankful for, I thought, what better time than now to write some odes? The ode is a form as ancient as the Greek myths, used to exalt an extraordinary person or event. It was originally put to music and had a regular rhyme scheme:ABABCDECDEKeats wrote the most famous set of odes, which together are known as the Five Great Odes of 1819 and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/4946517984894855155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=4946517984894855155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4946517984894855155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4946517984894855155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/11/workshop-oh-ode-ee-oh.html' title='Workshop: Oh, Ode-ee oh!'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-5934246267949532352</id><published>2010-11-22T12:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T12:57:57.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>I'm Thankful for...</title><summary type='text'>home ownership! Here's a sneak peek outside:And inside:More details to follow...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/5934246267949532352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=5934246267949532352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5934246267949532352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5934246267949532352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-thankful-for.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful for...'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TOrY7uVj7II/AAAAAAAAA6E/4HW00Bmxl34/s72-c/10080575.01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-8177044865106138328</id><published>2010-11-19T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T07:05:00.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Regional Pride</title><summary type='text'>Northern Californians, both natives and transplants, take note: a fabulous new publication is now available to celebrate the place we call home. California Northern: A New Regionalism is a beautiful magazine full of long-form journalism, memoir, and creative writing with a focus on our region's particular concerns and culture. The first volume includes a history of the eucalyptus, an examination </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/8177044865106138328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=8177044865106138328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8177044865106138328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8177044865106138328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/11/regional-pride.html' title='Regional Pride'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-4131493404859730723</id><published>2010-11-17T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T06:15:00.214-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><title type='text'>On Princesses</title><summary type='text'>I learned some lessons about princesses recently. For instance, they're easy to fall in love with. We saw our princess (scientific name: Tibuchina urvilleana) on a day trip to Half Moon Bay. She was fascinating and exotic and absolutely beautiful. We had to have her. The gentleman that sold her to us assured us that she needed moderate watering and loved full sun. Perfect, we thought, for our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/4131493404859730723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=4131493404859730723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4131493404859730723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4131493404859730723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-princesses.html' title='On Princesses'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TOMHPnR4RyI/AAAAAAAAA58/DAaxGb5rens/s72-c/princess%2Bplant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-416574616287267149</id><published>2010-11-15T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T14:14:30.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie Monday: Bells Will Be Ringin'</title><summary type='text'>Can you believe that there are people out there who have never seen A Christmas Story? I met one recently. She mistakenly thought we were discussing a movie version of the Nativity. That is, until mention of the leg lamp was made.Perhaps it was this conversation--or maybe it's just because it's chilly out and I'm already bundling up in sweaters and slipper socks--but I feel like the holidays have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/416574616287267149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=416574616287267149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/416574616287267149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/416574616287267149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/11/movie-monday-bells-will-be-ringin.html' title='Movie Monday: Bells Will Be Ringin&apos;'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TOCESnzLx4I/AAAAAAAAA50/vVOyM0ETL_g/s72-c/a-christmas-story-poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-872650729224033064</id><published>2010-11-05T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T06:25:00.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river'/><title type='text'>Weekend on the Farm</title><summary type='text'>Mt. Diablo and the Delta</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/872650729224033064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=872650729224033064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/872650729224033064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/872650729224033064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/11/weekend-on-farm.html' title='Weekend on the Farm'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TNMlERSNvvI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Fia0WzYAaJM/s72-c/DSCF1528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-4334626031263902455</id><published>2010-11-03T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T07:17:15.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Go Giants!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/4334626031263902455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=4334626031263902455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4334626031263902455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4334626031263902455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/11/go-giants.html' title='Go Giants!'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TNA-_8w58eI/AAAAAAAAA5E/jyrLdbbYbPY/s72-c/There_Were_Giants_On_The_Earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-1305601927902062551</id><published>2010-11-01T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T17:17:36.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie Monday: I've Been Watching...</title><summary type='text'>viewing partner: solostars: **1/2notes: A strange mash-up of fifties noir and seventies kitsch. Not Altman's best.viewing partner: Isaacstars: ****notes: Ingredients for a great comedy: Kristen Bell and Aldous Snow--check. Kenneth from 30 Rock--check. Full frontal male nudity--check. A musical about Dracula--check. That's all, folks.viewing partner: Isaacstars: **notes: This could have been so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/1305601927902062551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=1305601927902062551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/1305601927902062551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/1305601927902062551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/11/movie-monday-ive-been-watching.html' title='Movie Monday: I&apos;ve Been Watching...'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TM9Yif_mPlI/AAAAAAAAA48/4FtCQ9G4YQA/s72-c/the-long-goodbye-movie-poster-1010228262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-2980239863096609403</id><published>2010-10-22T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T06:44:05.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perpetual care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Four-legged Friday</title><summary type='text'>Anyone who talks to me for five minutes knows how much I love my dog. I also love poems about dogs, and therefore it stands to reason that I love the current poem up at Ted Kooser's American Life in Poetry. Mark Smith-Soto must have a dog obsessed with coyotes, like mine. Or maybe all dogs just love to bark at things in the night.The Coyote-WhispererThere will be no new posts next week as I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/2980239863096609403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=2980239863096609403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/2980239863096609403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/2980239863096609403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/10/four-legged-friday.html' title='Four-legged Friday'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TL9Jzi_yh6I/AAAAAAAAA4M/-ahqFpYBqA8/s72-c/George.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-258278616190065916</id><published>2010-10-20T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T06:47:11.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><title type='text'>Workshop: Under 30</title><summary type='text'>I'm getting ready to coast into a new decade soon, and I'm pretty excited. I'm also pretty excited about these microfictions under 50 words up at We Who Are About To Die. I like microfiction because it seems like something a poet like me with little patience to get beyond the first page can write. So, keeping this post short, the workshop is simple: write a microfiction under 30 words. Go!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/258278616190065916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=258278616190065916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/258278616190065916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/258278616190065916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/10/workshop-under-30.html' title='Workshop: Under 30'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-381504541898244198</id><published>2010-10-18T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T06:58:36.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><title type='text'>On Tomatoes</title><summary type='text'>We currently have three paper grocery bags full of tomatoes on our counter. They are heavy...about 10 pounds each. They are beautiful and delicious and I have no idea what I'm going to do with thirty pounds of them.My mother recently sent me the Ball Blue Book, a guide to canning and preserving absolutely anything. Wondering how to process rutabagas? Or how to make green grape marmalade? This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/381504541898244198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=381504541898244198' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/381504541898244198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/381504541898244198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-tomatoes.html' title='On Tomatoes'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TLxSKSCA8QI/AAAAAAAAA4E/4QUVAfbrCPA/s72-c/ball+blue+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-962947390218267712</id><published>2010-10-15T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T17:51:47.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phoenix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>It's Friday, I'm in Love</title><summary type='text'>With:Indian summersHeath CeramicsJukebox recordsRetro RenovationsSurprise fireworksSilver pelicansNew, old friendsKeith's Phoenix:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/962947390218267712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=962947390218267712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/962947390218267712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/962947390218267712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-friday-im-in-love.html' title='It&apos;s Friday, I&apos;m in Love'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-2699072811569694355</id><published>2010-10-10T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T07:13:21.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie Monday: Who Would Play...</title><summary type='text'>James Franco inspires me. Well, at least,  he inspired me to write this post, a new feature of Movie Monday. It was the magazine cover in drag that did it. I instantly thought of Tim Curry. And if they ever (they shouldn't, but they might, those kooky Hollywood types obsessed with remakes) redo Rocky Horror Picture Show, here's who should play:Dr. Frank-N-Furter  --  James FrancoBrad Majors  --  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/2699072811569694355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=2699072811569694355' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/2699072811569694355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/2699072811569694355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/10/movie-monday-who-would-play.html' title='Movie Monday: Who Would Play...'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TLMaXp2NthI/AAAAAAAAA3s/tj7yADWQ5A0/s72-c/franknfurter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-8655086933762516609</id><published>2010-10-08T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T06:37:00.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a classic game of murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='press'/><title type='text'>Weekend on the Farm</title><summary type='text'>The image from my "Justice" card for Kristy Bowen's collaborative tarot deck, hopefully coming soon from dancing girl press.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/8655086933762516609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=8655086933762516609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8655086933762516609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8655086933762516609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/10/weekend-on-farm.html' title='Weekend on the Farm'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TKz6lTwm_XI/AAAAAAAAA00/8Q5fmYmBxsM/s72-c/Justice2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-5900570115724107261</id><published>2010-10-06T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T15:36:53.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metaphor'/><title type='text'>On Peas</title><summary type='text'>My dear friend is having a baby, and to celebrate we threw her a party. For the favors, I bought pea seedlings...the metaphor may be obvious, but there's hardly anything subtle about pregnancy, so why not go all the way? We wrapped each little cup in cellophane, tied with a ribbon, and stuck on tags that said "cute as a bug." And they were.The night before the party, I panicked. What if the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/5900570115724107261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=5900570115724107261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5900570115724107261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5900570115724107261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-peas.html' title='On Peas'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-5774661289664319717</id><published>2010-10-04T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T09:21:33.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Movie Monday: Banned Together</title><summary type='text'>I hope you celebrated Banned Books Week in an appropriately revolutionary way. As the week wraps up, I feel the need to keep that freedom alive, so I urge you to check out The Huffington Post's great list of (mostly) award-winning movies based on banned books. Here's some others that didn't make it on the list:Based on: the novel by Jodi PicoultBanned for: drugs, suicide, violence, sexism, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/5774661289664319717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=5774661289664319717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5774661289664319717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5774661289664319717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/10/movie-monday-banned-together.html' title='Movie Monday: Banned Together'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TKn-3Tkc4QI/AAAAAAAAA0s/sBmNUN53SAM/s72-c/my+sister%27s+keeper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-3263691830062133623</id><published>2010-10-01T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T07:46:24.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Banned Poetry #3</title><summary type='text'>When I was little, my favorite book was Where the Sidewalk Ends. I still have my original copy in which I have carefully marked with lime green crayon all my favorite poems. These include "Hector the Collector," "Poem on the Neck of a Running Giraffe," and, of course, "Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out." Is this why I have such a problem with my own trash-management?I have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/3263691830062133623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=3263691830062133623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3263691830062133623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3263691830062133623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/10/banned-poetry-3.html' title='Banned Poetry #3'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-4255174157232776116</id><published>2010-09-29T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T09:21:57.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>Banned Poetry #2</title><summary type='text'>Charles Baudelaire was, if anything, a contrarian. He began his writing career as an art critic and translator of Edgar Allen Poe's works. His full-length book of poetry, Les Fleurs du mal, was first printed in 1857. Almost immediately, six poems were called out for obscenity because their subject matter included lesbianism and vampires (Twilight fans, take note). Baudelaire oversaw a second </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/4255174157232776116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=4255174157232776116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4255174157232776116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4255174157232776116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/09/banned-poetry-2.html' title='Banned Poetry #2'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-1272854741197956300</id><published>2010-09-27T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T09:20:35.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Banned Poetry #1</title><summary type='text'>For Banned Books Week, I'm spotlighting a handful of banned poets. It's actually kind of surprising that the majority of banned books are fiction or non-fiction. Poetry, it seems, gets a free ride most of the time. Is that because it is a "freer" art form? Or because it is less widely read? Or maybe read mostly by people who disagree with banning books? What do you think?Today's banned poet is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/1272854741197956300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=1272854741197956300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/1272854741197956300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/1272854741197956300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/09/banned-poetry-1.html' title='Banned Poetry #1'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-4394431630716621195</id><published>2010-09-24T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T06:32:45.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Forbidden Friday</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow begins Banned Books Week, a time when we should all be aware of, and do our best to counteract threats to free speech and intellectual freedom, both past and present. We hope that these are mostly past because we like to believe that we live in better, more enlightened times. Unfortunately, this is not always true. Today, the Texas Board of Education will vote on a resolution seeking to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/4394431630716621195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=4394431630716621195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4394431630716621195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4394431630716621195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/09/forbidden-friday.html' title='Forbidden Friday'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-3622685772118687251</id><published>2010-09-22T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:47:38.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Workshop: Moons and Roses and Sunsets, Oh My!</title><summary type='text'>Last night, as we walked the dog on the levee, the almost-full moon hung above us. When we turned around to head home, we were faced with one of those spectacular Delta sunsets that seems almost unreal. The cornfield looked like it was glowing, and we felt the need to make silly "chorus of heaven" sounds. If you've never been to the Delta before and want to know what I'm talking about, check out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/3622685772118687251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=3622685772118687251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3622685772118687251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3622685772118687251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/09/workshop-moons-and-roses-and-sunsets-oh.html' title='Workshop: Moons and Roses and Sunsets, Oh My!'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-8271083357283944724</id><published>2010-09-20T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:15:06.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><title type='text'>Movie Monday: Weird Science</title><summary type='text'>I mentioned our house hunt a while back. Well, it continues...and continues...and continues. Really, it's starting to freak me out. I'm having nightmares about real estate agents, and I can't seem to get the smell of cheap air freshener out of my clothes. We recently viewed a house on Corbin Lane, which I insisted on calling Corbin Dallas Lane. It seemed apt. Not only am I a science fiction fan, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/8271083357283944724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=8271083357283944724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8271083357283944724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8271083357283944724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/09/movie-monday-weird-science.html' title='Movie Monday: Weird Science'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TJPGlTYtvpI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Viw2Ob5Fgis/s72-c/fifth-element.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-3939050534289865813</id><published>2010-09-17T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T13:00:01.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flatmancrooked&apos;s slim volume of contemporary poetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Gaga for Poetry</title><summary type='text'>Is Lady Gaga promoting Flatmancrooked's Slim Volume of Contemporary Poetics?  Hmmm...If you want to read some great new work, then get your own copy.  Quick.  Before Gaga gets angry.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/3939050534289865813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=3939050534289865813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3939050534289865813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3939050534289865813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/09/gaga-for-poetry.html' title='Gaga for Poetry'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TJOk3aIqTNI/AAAAAAAAAyk/57narq0CLtU/s72-c/Flatmancrookeds-Slim-Volume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-3206401180281366435</id><published>2010-09-15T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T06:16:00.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perpetual care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Here's Lookin at You, Blog</title><summary type='text'>It's the 2nd Anniversary of Drowning the Field, and I thought I'd celebrate with a new look. To keep the party going, and to honor the muse, here's a tale of creation:Creation Story of the Corner of Barrone and Gravieroriginally published in Perpetual CareShe carves trees out of jade and ivory,branches of wet hairout of a white pillowcase--from skyscrapers she carves this heavy air,the face of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/3206401180281366435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=3206401180281366435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3206401180281366435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3206401180281366435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/09/heres-lookin-at-you-blog.html' title='Here&apos;s Lookin at You, Blog'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-1203529554542337047</id><published>2010-09-13T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T08:33:46.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie Monday: I've Been Watching...</title><summary type='text'>viewing partner: Isaacstars: ** 1/2notes: This movie would have been so much better and made so much more sense if all the deleted scenes had not been deleted.viewing partner: Isaac (again)stars: **notes: Clint Eastwood is a crochety old man who yells at the kids to stay off his lawn.  What else is new?viewing partner: Isaac (and again)stars: * 1/2notes: Meh.  How the hell did Ricky Gervais get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/1203529554542337047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=1203529554542337047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/1203529554542337047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/1203529554542337047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/09/movie-monday-ive-been-watching.html' title='Movie Monday: I&apos;ve Been Watching...'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TIvyqGvQ9CI/AAAAAAAAAx8/01x_JJr3lXM/s72-c/choke-teaser-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-5229155427827596458</id><published>2010-09-10T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T07:16:23.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>It's Friday, I'm in Love</title><summary type='text'>with...lap poolsCarlos Ruiz Zafonsun roomsLagunitas IPAorange tomatoesFonda's loftflights to SedonaPark blanketsquail eggscoming home</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/5229155427827596458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=5229155427827596458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5229155427827596458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5229155427827596458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-friday-im-in-love.html' title='It&apos;s Friday, I&apos;m in Love'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TIo9XF-amTI/AAAAAAAAAxU/DvHJKNugm1A/s72-c/DSCF1515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-8158976077857887566</id><published>2010-09-08T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T13:00:36.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flatmancrooked&apos;s slim volume of contemporary poetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Slim, yet Meaty</title><summary type='text'>Yep, I think that's raw meat.Flatmancrooked's Slim Volume of Contemporary Poetics is now available for order.  This local press publishes some highly innovative stuff, and markets its books in really, really cool ways.  The anthology includes selections from Forrest Gander, Matthew Dickman, Eleni Sikelianos, and many others.  I've got a poem in here too.  It's about a cow.  Read two selections </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/8158976077857887566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=8158976077857887566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8158976077857887566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8158976077857887566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/09/slim-yet-meaty.html' title='Slim, yet Meaty'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TIaLGm2vTTI/AAAAAAAAAxE/YkSuYU1OEno/s72-c/Flatmancrookeds-Slim-Volume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-939140049330689986</id><published>2010-09-03T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T07:16:00.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metaphor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Empire of the Ants</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I like it when ants eat wasps.  But when I wake up to a deluge of ants doing their damnedest to eat my dog's 20lb. bag of food, I start to get a little ornery.This should be no surprise.  Year after year, the ants have found clever ways to attack our humble farmhouse.  They seem to pass down knowledge of every chink and hole (and there are many) through which they can get in.  Once, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/939140049330689986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=939140049330689986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/939140049330689986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/939140049330689986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/09/empire-of-ants.html' title='Empire of the Ants'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TH_s43dzp6I/AAAAAAAAAw8/13fACIRztLg/s72-c/Empire+of+The+Ants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-7769265537947279466</id><published>2010-08-30T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T06:46:15.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie Monday: Holloweyed and High</title><summary type='text'>Remember how excited I got over the HOWL preview?  Well, now I'm even more excited...Mary-Louise Parker admits she's a poetry geek and is super-excited about her tiny little cameo.  Could this movie get any better?  Oh, wait, it can...John Hamm is in it too.  I love you Don...I mean, John.  And to top it all off, here's the poster in all its tattered vintage paperback glory:I'm giddy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/7769265537947279466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=7769265537947279466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7769265537947279466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7769265537947279466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/08/movie-monday-holloweyed-and-high.html' title='Movie Monday: Holloweyed and High'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/THU9MyEzdcI/AAAAAAAAAws/BiWHsWomvh0/s72-c/HOWL_OneSheet-410x606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-2433191903623815598</id><published>2010-08-27T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T06:48:44.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Weekend on the Farm</title><summary type='text'>dog days</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/2433191903623815598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=2433191903623815598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/2433191903623815598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/2433191903623815598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekend-on-farm.html' title='Weekend on the Farm'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/THR3p_C1EvI/AAAAAAAAAwk/AyvNkSV_v0c/s72-c/DSCF1495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-5713125976305702252</id><published>2010-08-25T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T07:42:00.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perpetual care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Five for Five</title><summary type='text'>Sunday is the 5th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, and the city of New Orleans continues to rebuild.  Here are five ways you can help raise awareness of the city's struggle:Read: When the Water CameThis collaborative work by Cynthia Hogue and Rebecca Ross is a collection of photographs and poems inspired by hurricane evacuees.  I featured some of the work in a previous post.  Both Cynthia and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/5713125976305702252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=5713125976305702252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5713125976305702252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5713125976305702252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-for-five.html' title='Five for Five'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-6495759474425626610</id><published>2010-08-20T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T07:48:00.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookstore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Five Dollar Friday</title><summary type='text'>This post is for you locals.  Now, I'm pretty sure you're all book-loving folks.  Well, then you must get on down to the Delta this Saturday when the Book Keeper (the used bookstore affiliated with the Walnut Grove Public Library) is having a monster of a sale.  $5 gets you as many books as you can fit into a grocery bag.  You heard right...fill 'er up, and expand your library for the price of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/6495759474425626610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=6495759474425626610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6495759474425626610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6495759474425626610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-dollar-friday.html' title='Five Dollar Friday'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TG2MC-IYSLI/AAAAAAAAAwc/L9lJbNJvqtI/s72-c/welcomewalnut-grove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-4022317906885819929</id><published>2010-08-18T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T07:24:00.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='form'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Workshop: Bad to the Bone</title><summary type='text'>Hooray, hooray!It's Bad Poetry Day!What do you think of when you think "bad poetry?"  Limericks?  Greeting card verse?  That stuff you wrote in middle school that was all moody and angsty about the end of the world and the inanity of existence?  Whatever your definition of bad poetry, today is the day to write some.  There are no rules when it comes to bad poetry (except, of course, that it can't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/4022317906885819929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=4022317906885819929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4022317906885819929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4022317906885819929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/08/workshop-bad-to-bone.html' title='Workshop: Bad to the Bone'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-6993852307678020733</id><published>2010-08-16T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T06:32:00.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perpetual care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>Operation Desert Dove</title><summary type='text'>The San Xavier Del Bac mission is in trouble.  Those of you who have read my first book, Perpetual Care, will recognize that name as the title of one of my poems.  The centuries-old building, known as the "white dove of the desert," is a victim of time and bad maintenance.  Misguided restoration efforts harmed the structure more than they helped, and a foundation was formed to make sure that any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/6993852307678020733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=6993852307678020733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6993852307678020733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6993852307678020733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/08/operation-desert-dove.html' title='Operation Desert Dove'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TGSkwqJV1SI/AAAAAAAAAwM/LGd-Jw5I6lw/s72-c/san-xavier-del-bac-front-in-late-light1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-8105792547119004877</id><published>2010-08-13T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T12:42:01.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a classic game of murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Watch Out...</title><summary type='text'>Happy Friday the 13th, friends!  If you're in the mood for something a little bit spine-tingling tonight, check out my old post on favorite scary movies.   Or pick up a copy of my criminally good chapbook, A Classic Game of Murder, now available on Etsy.  However you decide to celebrate, just remember to stay away from abandoned summer camps, barns, cornfields, cemeteries...you know, the kinds of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/8105792547119004877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=8105792547119004877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8105792547119004877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8105792547119004877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/08/watch-out.html' title='Watch Out...'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TGWfOzxm0YI/AAAAAAAAAwU/8p3Y5MCtEAM/s72-c/fridaythe13th_part1_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-7851093783900184768</id><published>2010-08-11T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T07:08:00.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Workshop: Poetry Code</title><summary type='text'>Call me obsessive, but I'm still thinking about poem codes.  William Briggs, Statistician to the Stars (great title, right?), has a wonderful description of how poem codes work on his blog (though, honestly, I still don't quite get it...guess that's why I got a C- in statistics).  But for this workshop, I'm thinking a little more figuratively than literally.  That is, I'm thinking a poem can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/7851093783900184768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=7851093783900184768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7851093783900184768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7851093783900184768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/08/workshop-poetry-code.html' title='Workshop: Poetry Code'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-7756894782418210315</id><published>2010-08-06T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T07:32:00.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Speaking of Weddings...</title><summary type='text'>Have you heard the big news?  Chelsea Clinton and her new husband chose a poem to be read during their wedding ceremony.  Entitled "The Life That I Have" by Leo Marks, the short piece was originally written in honor of his dead girlfriend.  It was later used as a poem code during WWII by a French Intelligence officer named Violette Szabo, who was later captured and killed by the Nazis.  I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/7756894782418210315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=7756894782418210315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7756894782418210315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7756894782418210315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/08/speaking-of-weddings.html' title='Speaking of Weddings...'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-3424973587118568262</id><published>2010-08-04T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T06:54:25.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>It's Official, Part 2</title><summary type='text'>Faithful readers of this blog will remember that I have lately been involved in many weddings, as both a member of the wedding party and a writer of wedding poems.  I even helped one friend with planning for the event and another with research for an appropriate, non-religious ceremony reading.  Well, at the request of two friends, I took this involvement to a whole new level.  After becoming </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/3424973587118568262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=3424973587118568262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3424973587118568262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3424973587118568262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-official-part-2.html' title='It&apos;s Official, Part 2'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TFc8Kx6W3nI/AAAAAAAAAvc/KpSFbZ-FjQo/s72-c/going+over+vows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-4453598758466159390</id><published>2010-08-02T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T07:17:00.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>It's Official...</title><summary type='text'>I am officially a Reverend of the Universal Life Church:Details to follow...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/4453598758466159390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=4453598758466159390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4453598758466159390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4453598758466159390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official...'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TEndAvnvMrI/AAAAAAAAAvU/JCTvXaJpV-g/s72-c/image.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-7094847934939129127</id><published>2010-07-30T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T09:38:00.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perpetual care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'>Save the Coast, One Subscription at a Time</title><summary type='text'>You love great contemporary literature, right?  Of course you do, you're reading this blog.  And I bet you love the environment, too.  And you've probably been tearing your hair out, like I have, over the debacle that is the Gulf Coast Oil Spill.  Well, Gulf Coast, University of Houston's literary magazine, has a plan.  The income from all new subscriptions ($6 from every $16 subscription) will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/7094847934939129127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=7094847934939129127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7094847934939129127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7094847934939129127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/07/save-coast-one-subscription-at-time.html' title='Save the Coast, One Subscription at a Time'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-2973513674082480274</id><published>2010-07-28T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:12:44.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Angelheaded Hipster</title><summary type='text'>Franco is so cool, he gets to play both James Dean and Allen Ginsberg:http://thenewgay.net/2010/07/howl-preview.htmlStylistically, this movie already has me in its clutches.  If the trailer is to be believed, it will do what most poetry movies don't -- recreate the poem visually.  I've got my fingers crossed for this one.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/2973513674082480274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=2973513674082480274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/2973513674082480274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/2973513674082480274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/07/angelheaded-hipster.html' title='Angelheaded Hipster'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-290067872915607783</id><published>2010-07-26T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T07:31:00.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie Monday: I've Been Watching...</title><summary type='text'>viewing partner: Isaac, post-Vegas tripstars: ***notes: Yes, we finally saw this, just so we were in on all the "wolf-pack" references our friends were making.  If you're wondering, we are a three-wolf wolf-pack.viewing partner: just myselfstars: ****notes: Guy Pearce in drag is - dare I say it? - fabulous.  I want to drive with him across Australia in a big pink bus.viewing partner: a group of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/290067872915607783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=290067872915607783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/290067872915607783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/290067872915607783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/07/movie-monday-ive-been-watching.html' title='Movie Monday: I&apos;ve Been Watching...'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TETZCRvgYDI/AAAAAAAAAvM/kBZnWCuTkuc/s72-c/hangover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-1727648567100540904</id><published>2010-07-23T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T07:55:00.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A Mouthful of Bliss</title><summary type='text'>Pear season has officially started here in the Sacramento Delta.  The river road is crowded with large trucks hauling sky-high crates to packing sheds, where the fruit will be washed, wrapped, and shipped off to those of you who get your fruit via supermarket.  Me, I'm waiting for my farmer to bring home the first Comice of the season, an unbearably sweet dessert pear that, paired with Cypress </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/1727648567100540904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=1727648567100540904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/1727648567100540904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/1727648567100540904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/07/mouthful-of-bliss.html' title='A Mouthful of Bliss'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-4615937089073218302</id><published>2010-07-21T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T07:01:00.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>What a Crock(er)</title><summary type='text'>Sacramentans rejoice: the Crocker Art Museum is expanding.  I drive by the museum every day on my way home from work, and I am excited by what I see.  While I know that some locals have a nostalgic soft spot for the original Victorian house, I believe the open layout and lighting of museums such as the SFMOMA or the Getty are much more conducive to a positive and impactful art-viewing experience.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/4615937089073218302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=4615937089073218302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4615937089073218302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4615937089073218302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-crocker.html' title='What a Crock(er)'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-6603471518018190148</id><published>2010-07-19T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T07:54:00.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Doppleganger</title><summary type='text'>Stephen, I knew we were soul-mates.  According to the website I Write Like...&lt;!-- Begin I Write Like Badge --&gt; I write likeStephen KingI Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!&lt;!-- End I Write Like Badge --&gt;Want further proof?  I recently discovered the joys of mowing the lawn.  Afterwards I drank a cold beer.  With my dog.  Then, I fought an ancient demon with with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/6603471518018190148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=6603471518018190148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6603471518018190148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6603471518018190148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/07/doppleganger.html' title='Doppleganger'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TECSEOPrLhI/AAAAAAAAAuU/bO_A8siXOVM/s72-c/071101_stephenking_vm-vertical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-4759411067837171761</id><published>2010-07-16T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T07:57:00.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Local Arts 3: Wild, Wild West Coast</title><summary type='text'>Can you see the Pacific Ocean from your state's (or province's) western border?  Then this call for submissions is for you.  Breadline Press, co-founded by Brian Schlosser and Richard F. Yates (the poet, not to be confused with the WWII-era author), is looking for poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction from West Coast writers, including those in Western Canada and Mexico.  There are no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/4759411067837171761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=4759411067837171761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4759411067837171761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4759411067837171761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/07/local-arts-3-wild-wild-west-coast.html' title='Local Arts 3: Wild, Wild West Coast'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-7002487886365296167</id><published>2010-07-14T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T07:07:00.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Local Arts 2: What's the Opposite of Ekphrasis?</title><summary type='text'>Whatever it is, North Lake Tahoe Arts Center would like you to participate.  In a recent call to artists, the Arts Center announced it was looking for submissions of fine art media, including painting,                 photography, fabric art, sculpture, jewelry, functional art and craft, which incorporates or is inspired by a favorite poem.  The application fee for the November exhibit is $15.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/7002487886365296167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=7002487886365296167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7002487886365296167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7002487886365296167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/07/local-arts-2-whats-opposite-of.html' title='Local Arts 2: What&apos;s the Opposite of Ekphrasis?'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-835772145917375900</id><published>2010-07-12T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T12:45:22.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Local Arts: Gems of Wisdom</title><summary type='text'>When you are old and grey and full of sleep,And nodding by the fire, take down this book,And slowly read, and dream of the soft lookYour eyes had once, and of their shadows deep~W.B. YeatsBarnes &amp; Noble is partnering with the California Assisted Living Association and AgeSong Senior Communities to host the Gems of Wisdom Poetry Contest.  This contest, open to all California writers who consider </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/835772145917375900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=835772145917375900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/835772145917375900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/835772145917375900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/07/gems-of-wisdom.html' title='Local Arts: Gems of Wisdom'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-8930588114036613251</id><published>2010-07-09T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T06:30:22.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>It's Friday, I'm in Love</title><summary type='text'>With:Merwin (yep, still celebrating his recent appointment as poet laureate)mountains (miss them, now that I'm back in the Delta)and...dogs (mine's happy the Fourth is over).So here's a poem for the weekend that combines all three:The Mountainsby W.S. MerwinThere are days when I think the future setsbeyond the mountainsthen I lay me downin fear of departuresand a heavynet drops on me when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/8930588114036613251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=8930588114036613251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8930588114036613251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/8930588114036613251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-friday-im-in-love.html' title='It&apos;s Friday, I&apos;m in Love'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-2332419251107586109</id><published>2010-07-07T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T08:20:00.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>An Unconventional Pair</title><summary type='text'>William Carlos Williams wrote that "It is difficult/to get the news from poems," but the Learning Network, a blog affiliated with the New York Times, is proving him wrong.  Each Thursday, the weekly poem featured by Ted Kooser's American Life in Poetry Project is paired with a recent news item.  In much the same way that a rare steak is complemented by a great Cabernet Sauvignon, a complimentary </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/2332419251107586109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=2332419251107586109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/2332419251107586109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/2332419251107586109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/07/unconventional-pair.html' title='An Unconventional Pair'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-911911322796937436</id><published>2010-07-02T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:44:00.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><title type='text'>Weekend on the Farm</title><summary type='text'>Happy Independence, friends!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/911911322796937436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=911911322796937436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/911911322796937436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/911911322796937436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/07/weekend-on-farm.html' title='Weekend on the Farm'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TCp4G2oW7sI/AAAAAAAAAuM/erS1YUBvzjU/s72-c/DSCF0961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-3400551499025311637</id><published>2010-07-02T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T07:30:00.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Newsflash for NPR Listeners...</title><summary type='text'>One of my favorite writers, W.S. Merwin has been named the 2010 Poet Laureate of the United States -- hooray!  You can read some of his work here and congratulate him here.  Or, you can listen to Fresh Air on NPR today at 10am, when Terry Gross will interview both Merwin and Stephen King, another favorite of mine.  I haven't been this excited for a radio show since Pearl Jam was live on air in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/3400551499025311637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=3400551499025311637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3400551499025311637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3400551499025311637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/07/newsflash-for-npr-listeners.html' title='Newsflash for NPR Listeners...'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-2629521477978069755</id><published>2010-06-30T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T08:32:41.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Workshop: Hot Hot Heat</title><summary type='text'>I'm not talking about the peppy indie band from Canada, folks.  I just got back from the high desert winds and 100+ degree days of Vegas, expecting cool delta breezes, but guess what -- it's hot.  I'm supposed to be mowing the lawn right now.  I should probably be staking my Early Girl tomatoes before they go wild.  And I definitely need to clean out my car.  But all that is put on hold -- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/2629521477978069755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=2629521477978069755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/2629521477978069755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/2629521477978069755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/06/workshop-hot-hot-heat.html' title='Workshop: Hot Hot Heat'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-7003040664390144242</id><published>2010-06-28T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T08:34:00.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Wonderful World of Wimblewords</title><summary type='text'>Ever wonder why people think poetry is silly?  This is why.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/7003040664390144242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=7003040664390144242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7003040664390144242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7003040664390144242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/06/wonderful-world-of-wimblewords.html' title='The Wonderful World of Wimblewords'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-3096203651505979330</id><published>2010-06-17T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T06:46:44.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Real, Real Gone</title><summary type='text'>I know, I've been a bad blogger.   It's been a long, busy, overworked stretch for me, but I can finally see the light...wait...is that Vegas?That's right, friends, I'm off to Sin City for a little well-deserved rest and relaxation with my man.   While I'm gone...and since I've gotten many a complaint about poor Mr. Whitman's bearded mug still at the top of my blog...here's a link to the newest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/3096203651505979330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=3096203651505979330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3096203651505979330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3096203651505979330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/06/real-real-gone.html' title='Real, Real Gone'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/TBomigdyDdI/AAAAAAAAAuE/psKnTLnq39U/s72-c/DSCF0236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-6142320590123796526</id><published>2010-04-30T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:24:00.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Weekend on the Farm</title><summary type='text'>I had no time to put together a profile of my last rural poet, but he really needs no introduction.  He is, of course, Walt Whitman, the first poet I read who found a way through words to encompass the vast skies and canyons of my childhood home.  Enjoy this final rural poem, straight from the barbaric yawper himself:The Prairie-Grass DividingThe prairie-grass    dividing, its special odor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/6142320590123796526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=6142320590123796526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6142320590123796526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/6142320590123796526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekend-on-farm_30.html' title='Weekend on the Farm'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/S9sx2EY4XZI/AAAAAAAAAt4/_UM9Hia4SAM/s72-c/walt-whitman1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-564345853937021341</id><published>2010-04-23T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T06:58:01.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Weekend on the Farm</title><summary type='text'>Because I haven't yet posted a poem about a river:Climbing the Chagrin Riverby Mary OliverWe enterthe green river,heron harbor,mud-basin linedwith snagheaps, where turtlessun themselves--we pushthrough the fallingsilky weightstriped warm and coldbounding downthrough the black flanksof wet rocks--we wadeunder hemlockand white pine--climbstone steps intothe timeless castlesof emerald eddies,swirls,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/564345853937021341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=564345853937021341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/564345853937021341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/564345853937021341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekend-on-farm_23.html' title='Weekend on the Farm'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-7088504526295465954</id><published>2010-04-20T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T16:03:19.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Rural Poet #3: Mary Oliver</title><summary type='text'>No list of rural poetry would be complete without a mention of Mary Oliver.  Born in Ohio, Oliver made her way to the rich green world of New England, and her work is brimming with both the wild plains of the midwest and the verdant hollows of the forest.May, and among the miles of leafing,blossoms storm out of the darkness --windflowers and moccasin flowers.  The beesdive into them, and I too, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/7088504526295465954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=7088504526295465954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7088504526295465954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/7088504526295465954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/04/rural-poet-3-mary-oliver.html' title='Rural Poet #3: Mary Oliver'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/S84yieyMZBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/P2BJo3odJLw/s72-c/0413Mary+Oliver.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-5934356734817175411</id><published>2010-04-16T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T08:23:00.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Weekend on the Farm</title><summary type='text'>This poem by David Lee, my rural poet of the week, struck a chord with me.  We are considering leaving the farm (gasp!) and moving into town...though it's hard to think about leaving when the weather is so spectacular.  So, as we consider the pros and cons, you can enjoy this wonderful poem.  And who knows?  Maybe it'll make our decision easier.The FarmWe sold it. To a manwho would be a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/5934356734817175411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=5934356734817175411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5934356734817175411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5934356734817175411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekend-on-farm_16.html' title='Weekend on the Farm'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-5993881571739031057</id><published>2010-04-14T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:59:30.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Rural Poet #2: David Lee</title><summary type='text'>David Lee's locus is the southwest, a completely different kind of country and one I know well.  Growing up in rural Utah and working for pig farmers, it was inevitable that Lee's first, and most well-known book was named The Porcine Legacy.For I will consider my black sow Blackula.For she is the servant of the god of the feed bucket and serveth him.For she worships the god in him and the secret </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/5993881571739031057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=5993881571739031057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5993881571739031057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5993881571739031057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/04/rural-poet-2-david-lee.html' title='Rural Poet #2: David Lee'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/S8XmOIWTJjI/AAAAAAAAAto/PU5q7bT8pKA/s72-c/LeeDavid_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-5123659040615521217</id><published>2010-04-09T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T11:21:54.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Weekend on the Farm</title><summary type='text'>Since I am celebrating rural poets this NPM, I thought it would be nice to feature a complete poem as well.  And, of course, I love poems about dogs.  So, here's a little piece of the farm for the weekend, by Jane Kenyon:The ClearingThe dog and I push through the ringof dripping junipersto enter the open space high on the hillwhere I let him off the leash.He vaults, snuffling, between tufts of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/5123659040615521217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=5123659040615521217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5123659040615521217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5123659040615521217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekend-on-farm.html' title='Weekend on the Farm'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-4218421543369695872</id><published>2010-04-04T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T18:48:14.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Rural Poet #1: Jane Kenyon</title><summary type='text'>Jane Kenyon was born in Ann Arbor and attended the University of Michigan.  After earning both a B.A. and an M.A., Jane married Donald Hall, and the pair moved to Eagle Pond Farm in New Hampshire.A fly wounds the water but the woundsoon heals. Swallows tilt and twitteroverhead, dropping now and then towardthe outward-radiating evidence of food.     from The Pond at DuskKenyon's poems about this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/4218421543369695872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=4218421543369695872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4218421543369695872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4218421543369695872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/04/rural-poet-1-jane-kenyon.html' title='Rural Poet #1: Jane Kenyon'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/S7qRvD-cFrI/AAAAAAAAAtg/udW59N_3154/s72-c/JaneKenyon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-5203419246968691540</id><published>2010-04-02T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T07:02:26.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Going National</title><summary type='text'>How perfect that National Poetry Month kicks off spring every year.  As our wisteria goes bonkers and our chestnut tree is about to burst into Eighties-style neon splats of flowers, I find myself in a very country state of mind.  So, I've decided to celebrate by showcasing the rural poets I know and love.  Look for the first profile on Monday.  Happy reading, happy spring, and happy NPM!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/5203419246968691540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=5203419246968691540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5203419246968691540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/5203419246968691540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-national.html' title='Going National'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/S7dKAmTuN5I/AAAAAAAAAtY/RHQqXZyB9ZM/s72-c/npm_2010_poster_540.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-16347849101199378</id><published>2010-03-29T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:54:42.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eulogy'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, Ai</title><summary type='text'>The poet Ai died last week.  She was fierce in every sense and, I always thought, audacious to choose her name, as if she were saying, "I, poet."  Of course, I was unaware that "ai" means love.  And it was a strange love she wrote, too, for the violent, the destitute, and the debased.  You could hear her scream or grit her teeth through a line.  Electifying, intoxicating stuff.  Why don't we read</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/16347849101199378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=16347849101199378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/16347849101199378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/16347849101199378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/03/goodbye-ai.html' title='Goodbye, Ai'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-1858150159619713836</id><published>2010-03-26T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T06:58:00.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>Where Y'at, MOMA?</title><summary type='text'>Apparently, MOMA has acquired the @ symbol.  Um, ok.  So, what does this mean, exactly?  That they can display a giant, screen-printed @ on their walls?  Yes.  That they can expound upon the design genius of said symbol?  Most definitely.  That they are well on their way to acquiring parentheses?  Maybe.  That they must now employ a typesetting expert to track down @ forgeries?  Probably not.I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/1858150159619713836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=1858150159619713836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/1858150159619713836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/1858150159619713836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-yat-moma.html' title='Where Y&apos;at, MOMA?'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-3442426699946585506</id><published>2010-03-22T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:16:41.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie Monday: Crossover, the Sequel</title><summary type='text'>Remember this post about Slope's themed issue on Movies and Poetry?  Well, Puerto del Sol, the wonderful lit mag produced by New Mexico State University, is now accepting poetry and fiction on the theme of Pop Culture and Film.  But hurry and submit now; the deadline to send work in for this special issue is the end of March...only eight days away!A bit of a side note about Puerto del Sol: I have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/3442426699946585506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=3442426699946585506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3442426699946585506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/3442426699946585506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/03/movie-monday-crossover-sequel.html' title='Movie Monday: Crossover, the Sequel'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836801360172200045.post-4550684356867044674</id><published>2010-03-19T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T07:00:08.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>Grammar in the Wild</title><summary type='text'>I've been advocating for "funner" and "funnest" to be grammatically proper for years. Finally, someone else agrees:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/feeds/4550684356867044674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1836801360172200045&amp;postID=4550684356867044674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4550684356867044674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1836801360172200045/posts/default/4550684356867044674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowningthefield.blogspot.com/2010/03/grammar-in-wild.html' title='Grammar in the Wild'/><author><name>Katie Cappello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177713267405901335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/ScQ2c3p3ecI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6AFp5cb4oAo/S220/head.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwIMYQLc1o/S5-PZcJubyI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/FRGUkJbBOB8/s72-c/DSCF1363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
