A friend needed computer help, so I was about to refer him to a fine and generous acquaintance of mine, Jimmy Woolsey, but found out shortly thereafter that Jimmy had passed away five months ago. I am saddened, and will just mention briefly that Jimmy once spent an entire day of his life teasing my half-done novel off a dying hard drive (my back up discs were apparently unformatted!) and asked for not a cent in remuneration. I insisted on paying him with a mushroom pizza, at least, because I…Continue
Well, I don't know, it could be bad luck as:
a.) pertaining to icy logs pried from the bottom of a wood pile.
b.) men who travel in packs speaking of unknowable things
c.) long words, words that travel in packs, words that sharpen themselves on adjectives that are always looking for a fight
d.) lucky as in charms, made of marshmallows, and edible only for those under the age of fourteen
e.) lucky icy logs keeping us hot in the middle of another endless…Continue
Well, That's okay.
I have written in the novel a bit. Holidays over so was able to get back to it. I'm listening to the depressing news a bit , and reading it some. Right now I'm watching Mick Jagger sashay across a stage in a documentary called Crossfire Hurricane. I love The Stones. You gotta admire their staying power. It's so cool when a few generations can say they grew up with a band.
I want to join the Rolling Stones. Yes, I do.
Very decent of Keith…Continue
I want it to be quiet, zestfully energizing, not too crowded, not too empty. Have a sauna. Provide a ton of visitor passes. Don't want too many snobs there. Not too many geeks either.
It's gotta have yoga and lots of it. Classes all the time, especially the weekend.
But it should be cheap, super cheap.
And provide free massages, facials, and the occasional manicure.
And it has to have a color scheme that I have personally picked out for…Continue