In the summer of 1990 I attended the annual Chicago Comicon. I brought along Xeroxed copies of two finished stories to hand out to publishers. I ran into the Caliber Press table and met Gary Reed (publisher), and handed him the samples. One year later…
This is the traditional season for everyone to spend money on things nobody really needs or wants. And I am no exception. Last Friday I electronically transferred $289 from my bank account to that of the Attorney Registration and Disciplinary Commission of the State of…
I’ve been reading since I was four, or so they tell me. I can’t remember not reading. Words have always been my friends, and it didn’t take long for me to hop over Millie and the Cowboy (70s version of Dick and Jane) to Little…
“But our trip was different. It was to be a classic affirmation of everything right and true in the national character. A gross physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country. But only for those with true grit… and we are chock…
So let me get this straight. The Tea Party helped bring the GOP back to power by capitalizing on an electorate that was frustrated with the Democrats over their inability to reduce unemployment. Now this same GOP refuses to extend unemployment benefits to those very people who helped put them into a position of power.
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I work for the University of Texas, and it pays the bills. I could use more money but I’m not going to complain, things could be much worse, much more uncertain. I know because I’ve been there. I’ve had many, many jobs in my adult life. I’ve managed to whittle together a pretty seamless resume of 5 jobs, but the truth is much more entertaining. My actual resume would never get me a job, but it’s pretty interesting. Here are my jobs as follows;
I hate winter. After the holidays, it is just four or five months of misery. A lot of people up north look forward to fall and the cooler weather it brings after enduring the heat and humidity of summer. To me, it means the end of riding season.
A young Italian woman who had recently moved to the area discovered the wonders of eating dinner at Cracker Barrel. Like Marconi, she broadcasted her discovery on her Facebook to the entire world. Her brother, who was living in the Windy City, was appalled. He raved at the shame that she had brought on their family name and threatened to disown them publically if they didn’t make a pilgrimage to the Vatican City and cleanse their bodies in the waters of the Tiber.
a perfect day
my knees are broken
sky is blinding
your hair flying
in the slipstream
Let’s start with the obvious: all of us are, or should be, thankful that Portland’s Christmas tree lighting ceremony was not bombed by a would-be terrorist. Other facts to put on the table: the young man harbored strong anti-American feelings, he communicated with and attempted to visit a friend that moved to Pakistan, and, most importantly, he believed his actions would lead to the detonation of a bomb at the tree-lighting ceremony.
But there’s another important point that may not be as obvious to those of us reading the news reports this week: there never was a plot to bomb Portland’s Christmas tree lighting ceremony, nor was there ever any danger of such an attack.
Time is tight. It’s Thanksgiving Day (these are my last precious moments of peace and quiet for god knows how long) and I just got back from a road trip that featured lots of fun and music and very little sleep. More on the trip later. First things first. Let’s go!
It’s been thrilling to see the number of contributors to BBL&L shoot up over the last few weeks. I assume this means we’re getting a bunch of new readers, too. I’ve been asking all my friends to mosey on over and check it out.
Here’s my usual pitch: “It’s an eclectic bunch of writers and artists from all over the country. You should mosey on over and check it out.”
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