Delay is the deadliest form of denial...
Nothing better than being tethered to the planet by the written word. And I refuse to live in a state of paronoia by rumors of Orwellian repression. Besides, that ship sailed on back to Crawford, TX...., finally. I believe Letterman referred to it as "Rancho Inepto."
I had a memory I wanted to share. My elementary class, Condit Elmentary, went to the Houston Museum, circa sixth grade. A project had been done by the Sam Houston High Senior Class of a paper mache display of English history. There was a scene in a chapel with a crusader kneeling at an alter. This was all life size. Above him was a balcony with people looking down. I mean, this thing was incredibly detailed...women wearing their pointed hennahs, men in doublets with swords....it was like a life-size historical doll-house. I was only 13 but I appreciated such excellence in the planning. So, I can honestly say that this exhibit is what sparked my interest in English history. Paper mache, sheesh. What is that? ...flour, water, strips of paper?
Having so much fun emailing Mary Doria Russell. On the subject line I'd first emailed her with was, "Ain't you somethin'?!" So, we kept it. She told me that she used it in the novel about Doc Holiday, that he says it to Wyatt Earp. Looking forward to reading it, she's 2/3 through it. Wait'll she hears my other "Melissa-isms" like "fuck me runnin'....Seems the title of the book is "Eight to Five, Against." She says the point of the book is that Doc Holiday was not a cowboy. I'd told her I wasn't into westerns or cowboys. I also don't get sci-fi but she assured me that her first two novels, "Sparrow" and "Children of God" were technically considered " First Contact" science fiction but to not let the genre fool me. I'm so jazzed...A first class novelist chillin' with me...
Anyone looking for something good to read will find it on www.shelfari.com. I understand Shelfari and Facebook are hooking up. Hope they hook up with a favorite library. How wonderful to put a book on hold immediately through Shelfari! I'm fortunate to have a bookmobile that comes to my front door every Thursday. I hear that big ol' rig pull up and the driver, my buddy Gloria, has a bagful of books, tapes and movies I've ordered. Hey, that's livin'.
I had a memory I wanted to share. My elementary class, Condit Elmentary, went to the Houston Museum, circa sixth grade. A project had been done by the Sam Houston High Senior Class of a paper mache display of English history. There was a scene in a chapel with a crusader kneeling at an alter. This was all life size. Above him was a balcony with people looking down. I mean, this thing was incredibly detailed...women wearing their pointed hennahs, men in doublets with swords....it was like a life-size historical doll-house. I was only 13 but I appreciated such excellence in the planning. So, I can honestly say that this exhibit is what sparked my interest in English history. Paper mache, sheesh. What is that? ...flour, water, strips of paper?
Having so much fun emailing Mary Doria Russell. On the subject line I'd first emailed her with was, "Ain't you somethin'?!" So, we kept it. She told me that she used it in the novel about Doc Holiday, that he says it to Wyatt Earp. Looking forward to reading it, she's 2/3 through it. Wait'll she hears my other "Melissa-isms" like "fuck me runnin'....Seems the title of the book is "Eight to Five, Against." She says the point of the book is that Doc Holiday was not a cowboy. I'd told her I wasn't into westerns or cowboys. I also don't get sci-fi but she assured me that her first two novels, "Sparrow" and "Children of God" were technically considered " First Contact" science fiction but to not let the genre fool me. I'm so jazzed...A first class novelist chillin' with me...
Anyone looking for something good to read will find it on www.shelfari.com. I understand Shelfari and Facebook are hooking up. Hope they hook up with a favorite library. How wonderful to put a book on hold immediately through Shelfari! I'm fortunate to have a bookmobile that comes to my front door every Thursday. I hear that big ol' rig pull up and the driver, my buddy Gloria, has a bagful of books, tapes and movies I've ordered. Hey, that's livin'.

