Monday, January 26, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
The Inauguration Crowd
Here is a photo of people crowded in for the inauguration of President Barack Obama. Wow.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Famous Rejections
Here is what some publishers wrote back to author's seeking publication of their books...
The Deer Park, by Norman Mailer:
"This will set publishing back 25 years."
The Diary of Anne Frank:
"The girl doesn't, it seems to me, have a special preception or feeling which would lift that book above the 'curiosity' level."
Catch-22, by Joseph Heller:
"I haven't the foggiest idea as to what this man is trying to say..."
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Inauguration
Dan and I woke up early to watch NBC's coverage of the inauguration of President Elect Barack Obama. It is early, it is cold (heat is off to save some cash), but it feels good. It is so exciting. What I want to know is how come all the movie actors got prime seats! What have they done?
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Winter 2008 in Photos
Just got some of my photos back from the last month; thought I would share some of my favorites.
Tiffany on a sled.
The canoe at the Astor Column.
A lady walking by Eddie Bauer.
Cayla, Tiff's friend, putting her makeup on.
Tiffany on a sled.
The canoe at the Astor Column.
A lady walking by Eddie Bauer.
Cayla, Tiff's friend, putting her makeup on.To look at the rest of my photos, click on the slid-show in the upper right hand corner of the page, or just click here.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Eleven Days of Snow
Day One: It’s snowing! It’s snowing, snowing, snowing. I hope it sticks. Maybe it’ll stick. Do I have a sled?
Day Two: Everything is white. This is beautiful. No problem. Let’s go pick up a friend at the airport. Four and a half hours of waiting because the Max line froze up. Kill me now.
Day Three: Sledding almost works. There’s a little bit of snow on the ground.
Day Four: It takes 10 minutes to leave the house. Long-johns under jeans, jeans under snow pants, snow pants into snow boots, two sweatshirts and a down vest, coat over the top of it all.
Day Five: Feels like an End of Days Movie. Snow ball fights abound.
Day Six: Movie indoors, under thirty pounds of blankets. Hot tea. Heaven.
Day Seven: Sledding with a boogie board. Reaching face-flapping speeds. Broke up a fight between teenagers at top of sledding hill. Was I ever that big of a dumbass?
Day Eight: Sledding again. Snow down front of coat.
Day Nine: Sledding again. New distance and speed records set.
Day Ten: One movie and a Blazer game watched. Barely left shelter. Worked six hours at the store. Sold out of ice-scrapers.
Day Eleven: Didn’t leave house until 2:30pm. Getting cabin fever. Long for cross-country skis. Marshall Islands. A sunburn. Went to Starbucks inside Safeway just to get out. Everywhere else is closed. Deli is packed.
Day Two: Everything is white. This is beautiful. No problem. Let’s go pick up a friend at the airport. Four and a half hours of waiting because the Max line froze up. Kill me now.
Day Three: Sledding almost works. There’s a little bit of snow on the ground.
Day Four: It takes 10 minutes to leave the house. Long-johns under jeans, jeans under snow pants, snow pants into snow boots, two sweatshirts and a down vest, coat over the top of it all.
Day Five: Feels like an End of Days Movie. Snow ball fights abound.
Day Six: Movie indoors, under thirty pounds of blankets. Hot tea. Heaven.
Day Seven: Sledding with a boogie board. Reaching face-flapping speeds. Broke up a fight between teenagers at top of sledding hill. Was I ever that big of a dumbass?
Day Eight: Sledding again. Snow down front of coat.
Day Nine: Sledding again. New distance and speed records set.
Day Ten: One movie and a Blazer game watched. Barely left shelter. Worked six hours at the store. Sold out of ice-scrapers.
Day Eleven: Didn’t leave house until 2:30pm. Getting cabin fever. Long for cross-country skis. Marshall Islands. A sunburn. Went to Starbucks inside Safeway just to get out. Everywhere else is closed. Deli is packed.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Published Poems
OK, so two poems, "Montana Trailor Life," and "Morning After Lightning on Kearny" of mine are in the newest edition of Four and Twenty Poetry.
Go and check it out. There is some other really good stuff there besides mine too!
Go and check it out. There is some other really good stuff there besides mine too!
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Stuck on the Max
Thursday, December 11, 2008
On Success
This is what my father tells me when he speaks of success:
“My boy,” he says, “do everything just a little better. Put a little more into everything and you’ll be great. Where is the difference between Dostoyevsky and the author of a gossip article? Is it in the single word? The single sentence? The single paragraph? Maybe old Dostoyevsky chooses a word that’s just a little, tiny, small and insignificant amount better than that hack writing for People. You look at the single word and you say, ‘well, damn, Dostoyevsky don’t have too much on this other guy.’ But that adds up, my boy, it all adds up.”
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Lost California
Outside, P took photos of Alex leaning against a wild-west mural and taking desperate drags on the dog-end of a last chance cigarette.
He looked like a desperado.
Like a movie poster.
Like a new suit in a shop window the day of the dance.
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