Tuesday, August 19, 2008

In the beginning

This is a book coming out that creates an entirely new genre of creative non-fiction: the six word memoirs. Like the postsecret phenomenon, it I think it generates the same anonymous intimacy between readers and writers, as though someone else has written your memoir for you. It becomes hard to even focus on the video, as you wonder what your own six words would be.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBnP0DoGjRI

So, as an appropriate beginning to this blog, here are a few of my own six word memoirs. I guess it defeats the purpose to have more than one, but I had trouble narrowing it down. bite me.

I still call my mom everyday.

I'm fatter than I had pictured.

I haven't known love like that.

The best part was so real.

meaningless. a toiling under the sun.

Clueless isn't so bad after all.

They all heard me sing pretty.

wam bam. Thank you ma'am. amen.

I really grew into that nose.

Homesick for childhood. or something.

Drank wine and watched the fireworks.

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