Ah, Summer

A time of iced coffee and smocked bathing suit coverups worn around town as dresses by girls far too busty to be attempting such a feat. A time of long, lazy days at the beach, or, if one is stuck in, say, central Indiana, a time of long, lazy days spent at the community pool center where 40 year-old women say "To hell with cellulite!" and don neon string bikinis to chase their toddlers around a pool so over-chlorinated it could kill a water buffalo in a week.

Summer is a time of freedom. A time, as one Stacey Karosi stated so eloquently in the Miss Liberty Pageant, "of fireworks and fun, family and friends." Oh, Stacey. Who could have known that fifteen years later, you'd still be in the "news", you little scientology freak, you.

Anyways. Sure, summer means different things to different people, but if you're a recently-graduated, post-MFA poet, summer means...free time to blog!! I have the distinct suspicion that, in fact, my whole life might now consist of the free time needed to blog, what with the whole no job thing (where are all the listings for "poet" in the classifieds?), but I'll try and ignore my impending life of poverty and unemployment and distract myself with...blogging!

That's right. Pale Coin is back, bitches.

Now, let's not get all sad and think about the various things we COULD have blogged about over the last year or so, had we not been so consumed with silly little things like teaching classes and writing a thesis. In fact, maybe it's better that we didn't get to weigh in (no pun intended) on, say, the Britney "fiasco." Things are looking up for Ms. Spears, and at The Pale Coin, it's all about looking towards the future. Eyes wide open and straight ahead. No need to think about the Britney news we missed; we have the demise of Miley Cyrus to look forward to (and sooner rather than later, I'm inclined to think).

I leave you, on this first post, with this Guardian article in which Germaine Greer contemplates Mileygate in all its "pretty baby" glory.