Special thanks to Stymie Magazine for hosting a fun and fabulous reading at Chicago’s Theory Sports Bar on AWP weekend recently.  Here I am reading a squashed-down version of my brand spankin’ new creative non-fiction story, “Sport of the Future,” scheduled to appear in full in Stymie’s spring “Feminine Perspectives” issue.  There’s video, but my voice is little (and I thought I was yelling) and the background noise, not so much — so you’ll just have to imagine me saying: “I’m gonna snap your chin-up bar in half with my Chuck Norris hands!”

photo by J. Elizabeth Clark

So, while just about everyone else has moved on from “Lost,” I have been watching it all over again after getting the complete blu-ray set as a birthday present.  Fortunately, a viewing in hindsight means I can watch without obsessing over the meaning of such things as the strange warble in the musical score or the placement of the Dharma canned apricots besides the vat of mayonnaise.  But there was a time when the following imagined auction items could very well have been mine (inspired by the actual “Lost” auction held recently):  “Lost” Fan’s Own “Lost” Auction Items, at The Big Jewel.