the death of everything

it's january so of course i am thinking about death . . .

in this case i'm thinking about the death of literary magazines as bemoaned in a recent article in Salon.com. funding is being cut everywhere and so many lit mags have folded and i'm wondering in some ways is this not a good thing? certainly in the last 30 years there has been a surfeit of short fiction that only other grads of mfa programs care to read. maybe short fiction might become something less self-indulgent, something more satisfying to read.

anyway. the world of print is a-changing. all the venues i've published in--newspapers, magazines, whatever. will they even be around in ten years?

i'm trying to see this as opportunity somehow.

Here's why I'm a leetle sad today

ABC cancelled LIFE ON MARS. I came to the series kind of late--sometime in January when I was basically sitting on my bed the whole time except when I needed nourishment--and I was an instant fan. LOVED the characters and the actors who played them, especially Harvey Keitel, Michael Imperioli (who looked like a Serpico wannabe) and (interestingly) Gretchen Moll, who was completely likeable and luminous (way to go, Gretchen Moll!). And I especially liked the whole look and sound of the show--so very 70's in an authentic way, unlike THAT 70'S SHOW. And I would know, because dudes! I was completely there! Except that I was in Utah Valley! And not New York City! The series even looked a little yellow-ish, the way old footage of sporting events from the period look.

But then it got cancelled. The last episode was on Wednesday. I didn't mind it as finales go--I've sort of accepted the fact that finales can never live up to our expectations. And at least the writers tried to wrap things up, which I completely appreciate. Only now I have nothing to look forward to. Except maybe for baseball.

Baseball? Okay, I feel better now.

Had a cupcake from Mini's today. Vanilla with pink frosting. Please remind me that I prefer chocolate or lemon next time.