In a tweet last night I used the word “trufax” and was pleasantly surprised to get a response of “trubba not” from a fellow tweeter, someone I know only from the internet, but who has proved to have a wealth of overlapping interests with me, including studying hagiography in grad school. When you find someone…
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Albacon & Fall Colors
Ran out to get a hair cut yesterday and decided I needed a little color too, so voilà: Purple highlights! Thanks, Joy. She’s so good that she matched the color to the jacket I was wearing. We had a short night at Albacon — one panel for me on writing flash fiction. True to form,…
Writing and Not Writing
Yes, I have a thousand tongues,And nine and ninety-nine lie.Though I strive to use the one,It will make no melody at my will,But is dead in my mouth. From Stephen Crane’s collection The Black Riders and Other Lines, better known for the lines, “because it is bitter, and because it is my heart,” which also…
AbFab-gasm?
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Rothko
My love she speaks like silence,Without ideals or violence,She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful,Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire. — Bob Dylan, “Love Minus Zero/No Limit” There’s a story I posted on Facebook from The Guardian about the Rothko Chapel, an oasis of magnificence in the middle of Houston. Typically (for a British…
Into the Quagmire
No, not that one: Facebook. My pal and colleague, Kim Middleton, blogged on the topic and I thought well, I ought to try it. It is (or was) an academic networking site, so perhaps it would be useful in that way. HA HA HA! Blogging seems to some folks a kind of time suck, but…