Monday, April 30, 2007
melissa lyttle dot com
After nearly 2 years of lying dormant, my personal website is finally getting a face lift and an update. It's about 90% complete, and I'm looking for some input. Love it? Hate it?! Leave me a comment, let me know what you think.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
little screens
TV has a way of grabbing hold of me. Sucking me in. And draining me of life and spirit. Call it an addictive personality, if you will, but I'm the type that can lose entire days to Real World marathons and watch ESPN's SportsCenter repeatedly... never tiring of the Top 10 plays of the day.
But it's an incredibly passive pastime. Not to mention, a huge waste of time. So today, holed up in my cottage in Rosemary Beach during a horrible rainstorm, and becoming increasingly more depressed and disgusted by the drivel on TV, I ventured out to this awesome local bookstore.
Now, I forgot how much I like bookstores. Not the big, overwhelming, non-personal chains run by teenagers who barely know how to read. I'm talking about nice independent, non-intimidating niches with literary-minded folk running the show. The kind of place you could spend all day in, never growing tired of picking books up based solely on their covers. The kind where a simple conversation about Graham Greene's The Comedians leads you past Cormac McCarthy's The Road and to Dave Egger's new book - What is the What - which I currently cannot put down. Which means that I also forgot how much I enjoy reading.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Monday, April 9, 2007
One Voice
Here's another one from the upcoming photo column (the drag king below was the first - I'll update it with text once I get it written). The first part below is the caption that will actually go under the photo to set it up. The second part is the column itself, which is being written as a first-person narrative to give the subject a voice of their own.... So, Let me know what you think. It's still early enough to fine-tune the idea and approach.
"I feel like I just wrestled a polar bear," said Anthony R. Sabia, 28, of Clearwater after competing in his first Mixed Martial Arts Xtreme Fighting Championship match. Two minutes into the second round, Sabia won. He put a submission move called the Americana on his opponent, bringing the crowd at the Dallas Bull to their feet. Backstage, congratulations were poured on him as he laid down to nurse a bloody nose, jammed thumb and aching body. Sabia was ecstatic, all he could think of was, "let's work on the two Bs here: breathing and blinking."
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Getting hit doesn't bother me, getting hurt doesn't bother me. All I knew was that there was another dude that was big that wanted to kill me. Win or lose, the last thing I wanted anyone to say was that I could have tried harder. I wanted to empty the gas tank, and I did, past E.
My dad always told me don't go looking to pick fights. But he said that if you know you're going to get into a fight, just hit him hard and hit him fast and win. I take after him a lot. When it was over, I probably should have thanked my gym and my trainer and stuff, but I was so out of it, all I could think of was thanking the most important person -- my dad. All the trouble I got into when I was a kid...he never stopped believing in me. It means so much to have my dad in my corner.
Before the fight I wasn't nervous or scared. I was really, really happy. I was frustrated for years because I messed up a lot of good opportunities when I was younger. I had the chance to go play football at college, but with three games left in my senior year I got kicked off the team for drinking. I didn't have a lot of control. And it always ate me up. So, I got a lot off my chest that night. As soon as I hit that first punch, I was smiling.
"I feel like I just wrestled a polar bear," said Anthony R. Sabia, 28, of Clearwater after competing in his first Mixed Martial Arts Xtreme Fighting Championship match. Two minutes into the second round, Sabia won. He put a submission move called the Americana on his opponent, bringing the crowd at the Dallas Bull to their feet. Backstage, congratulations were poured on him as he laid down to nurse a bloody nose, jammed thumb and aching body. Sabia was ecstatic, all he could think of was, "let's work on the two Bs here: breathing and blinking."
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Getting hit doesn't bother me, getting hurt doesn't bother me. All I knew was that there was another dude that was big that wanted to kill me. Win or lose, the last thing I wanted anyone to say was that I could have tried harder. I wanted to empty the gas tank, and I did, past E.
My dad always told me don't go looking to pick fights. But he said that if you know you're going to get into a fight, just hit him hard and hit him fast and win. I take after him a lot. When it was over, I probably should have thanked my gym and my trainer and stuff, but I was so out of it, all I could think of was thanking the most important person -- my dad. All the trouble I got into when I was a kid...he never stopped believing in me. It means so much to have my dad in my corner.
Before the fight I wasn't nervous or scared. I was really, really happy. I was frustrated for years because I messed up a lot of good opportunities when I was younger. I had the chance to go play football at college, but with three games left in my senior year I got kicked off the team for drinking. I didn't have a lot of control. And it always ate me up. So, I got a lot off my chest that night. As soon as I hit that first punch, I was smiling.
Monday, April 2, 2007
Palatine, IL 600--
I got a great postcard in the mail the other day. It reads:
Always talk to strangers!
You might be meeting them
on the day their lives
changed forever.
Love!
-L-
Always talk to strangers!
You might be meeting them
on the day their lives
changed forever.
Love!
-L-
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