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“So about a year later, when he came over to my house and uttered the simple phrase, “So. Wanna get married?” I was a little surprised, but it felt right and I said yes. We kissed goodbye and he left to go castrate some calves.” I swear, it’s like reading a novel about cow wrangling
Novel Gazing
Tim’s got a post up where he looks at the first lines of his novels, and it got me curious at to what all of mine looked like. No doubt there’s a hell of a lot of other huge differences between where I was when I wrote my first book and where I am now,
Tree Trimming!
Oh, the joys of home ownership…. Yesterday, one of the big tree branches out front came down, so Steph and the Old Man bought a chain-saw-on a stick and Steph’s brother Josh came down for the day and made an afternoon of it. Josh is real excited by this manly stuff… But that chainsaw-on-a-stick is
Marie Antoinette
Where’s the love, honestly? I remember seeing the preview for the Kirsten Dunst/Sophia Capploa production of Marie Antoinette and thinking it was a great concept. You’ve got that whole “royalty as rockstars” thing going on, with a modern soundtrack and a story of cloistered indulgence and opulance. Versailles is very much its own world, shuttered
Rosetta Stone
I’ve been trying out the demo CD for the Rosetta Stone language software; the demo comes with sampel exercises for all 30 languages that Rosetta Stone covers. I’m most interested in the French and Arabic, so I’ve been spending some time last night and this morning running through those. For the beaucoup bucks that they
My First Dream in French
Or, rather, my first dream where I found myself in a French-Arab country and tried desperately to communicate in broken French. I was with someone else, collecting all sorts of wizardly potions for some kind of ritual at this big old house and we were in the souk and found this little sort of herb
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In the Desert…
In the Desert by Stephen Crane In the desertI saw a creature, naked, bestial,Who, squatting upon the ground,Held his heart in his hands,And ate of it.I said, “Is it good, friend?”“It is bitter – bitter”, he answered,“But I like itBecause it is bitter,And because it is my heart.”