I'm Mik. Model, mother, moron. Future meta-magician. Former logic clinician.
My better half and I own Brainfood Bookstore in Longmont, Colorado. It is the only exclusively indie- and local-lit bookstore in the nation. We meet a lot of crazy folks.
Testimonial from a former roommate:
"Living with you was like living with a quiet little opinionated deer person who floated around like a ghost and said smart/nutso things and ate seaweed. "
I love Colorado. I love mountains. I love hiking. I read and write. I raise my children to the best of my ability. I have lupus and have defeated early-stage cancer twice, so I pretty much fully support the use of medical marijuana.
If you live in Wichita, is is already stocked at Watermark Books at Douglas and Oliver. If you don’t live in Wichita…
Lucky you, there’s a simple solution for that which will benefit both of us! Request the book at a local bookstore. Try a local independent bookstore (if you don’t know of any, search your city here) or even Barnes and Noble. Ask for a request form so you can request Turtle: The American Contrition of Franz Ferdinand by Mik Everett. Or whatever book you want =P but you know, hopefully request mine too. They might make you pay up front but they probably won’t make you pay shipping, which is why it’s a win for you. It’s a win for me because if enough people request the book at a bookstore, they will most likely decide to start stocking the book to save on shipping and ordering costs. Win-win! :D
Why the fuck have the tornado sirens been going off for like three hours? Whyyyyy?
isn’t Wichita traumatized enough already?
I’m probably bringing my kids. They love donuts.
Cool, who are you? :)
My first language was Creole but I stopped having contact with Creoles when I was 5 so I quickly lost my vocabulary. My primary language is English, and I consider French a ‘foreign language’ but because of my extensive exposure to Creole, French really doesn’t seem like a true foreign language. It’s almost native. I’ve been quite interested in that distinction, and loved language since I was a child. At various intervals, I attempted to teach myself German, Japanese, Roma, Russian, and Latin… there’s probably others that I am forgetting. I’ve had the most recent success with Russian, but as a child I would usually accumulate a vocabulary of 500 to 1000 words before simply getting bored and moving on to a new language… losing my abilities in the previous language.
Now, I work in a logic lab. What I truly enjoy about logic is that it is language, symbolized. It removes all connotations (for example, the word ‘but’ is equivalent to ‘and’) and renders language into a purely objective series of subjects, predicates, and their various connectors. With a key indicating which letters symbolize which words, logic allows you to move between languages, or even to say the same this in the same language in multiple ways, using equivalencies. It’s interesting to see which sentences, although they have vastly different connotations, logically say the same thing. A very simple language example would be “If you don’t eat your vegetables, then you won’t get desert” and “You will eat your vegetables or you won’t get desert.” Even someone with no schooling in logic (namely, the child being addressed) knows that these sentences are equivalent; yet most people would not know you can make and if-then statement by using the word ‘or.’
I am also interested in linguistics because I am a writer. I write both poetry and prose, and I like using linguistics to various effects. An analogous situation: Anyone can do drugs, but a chemist has greater appreciation for what is actually causing the changes in their body and mind. Ya know? Anyone can write some words down, but a linguist understands what effect they actually have on the mind.
Reasons I love my boyfriend:
Now I’m not against voting, I’m just kinda lazy. In the two years that I’ve been a registered voter, I voted by mail in the only county election, but I’ve never turned up for an item-by-item vote. I certainly plan on voting in the presidential elections. It’s not that I care much about the issue on Tuesday (whether a downtown hotel should get to keep the guest tax it charges; basically, a tax break), but I am impressed with John’s attitude. I don’t care much for people who don’t dislike anything, but I love people who never complain about anything they haven’t tried to change.
Okay, let me explain. Wichita is my hometown, biggest town in Kansas(!!), kinda this little hodunk Midwest thing that’s very normal and tries to be like a big city in a more normal (read: less hick) place. And then you drive West on Kellogg and suddenly there’s like four sex shops right under the overpass and some burger places and a motel with a giant neon sign shapes like a cowboy and some more motels and one of them has ‘Buy five nights, get one free!! Kids O.K.” hand-painted on the side and a giant antique mall. And I mean, the rest of west Wichita isn’t quite as bad as what’s just off Kellogg, but it does sort of fan out from there. The west half of Wichita just isn’t the same as the rest of Wichita. There’s not anything specifically wrong with it; it’s just not quite Wichita.
It’s like in The Simpsons. There’s this one episode where the characters fall into a parallel universe that is based off the pilot episode for The Simpsons. In the original pilot, the basis for the characters were there, but they were in pre-conceptive phases so they were just drawn different. Homer’s face is thinner and more rubbery, and Marge’s hair is different, and Bart has more spikes on his head. West Wichita is like that; it’s Wichita, but everyone just has more spikes on their head.
AND TODAY I REALIZED WHY. Wichita became a municipality in 1870; nothing west of the river was incorporated until like the second decade of the twentieth century. Not despite this but because of it, neighborhoods like Delano on the west side of the river saw rapid expansion because they were not governed by Wichita laws. So, if the stuff you wanted to do (drink, enjoy the services of a brothel until your money ran out, and then start shooting people) was either illegal or not socially acceptable in Wichita, you could always cross the river! While Wichita was founding a university and building roads and so on, the area west of the river remained a haven for everything considered deviant. For about half a century, west Wichita consisted almost entirely of brothels and bars. Even after Delano was incorporated, it had that history— it’s where you go for stuff that is illegal or not socially acceptable. Jeesh. Makes sense why everyone over there just has more spikes on their heads.