In which I relate how I got my Big Break . . . and why I let it go.
In which I drop vague hints, recount a trip to Aurohn Lake this past weekend, and discuss the appeasement of local gods.
Kensinger Jones is an old-school advertising man who made his mark back in the 1950’s and 60’s with a lot of original, award-winning work. As I understand it, Tony the Tiger is one of his credits, as are the Jolly Green Giant and Lil’ Sprout, the Pilsbury Doughboy, and a […]
Cold times here in the midwest — single digit temperatures and below, arctic winds, and lots of grumpy people. And when the sun does shine, it’s a brittle, cheerless light.
So, of course, I’m loving it.
I’m just now starting to come out of the foggy haze that washed over me last week — a low fever, chills, and not much else to show for it all. I felt bad enough to notice but not enough to take off of work. My coworkers kept offering me […]
In which our Beloved Author wastes some time whining about time as a prologue to recounting his weekend (supplemented with photographs). A few interesting links are also provided and a political endorsement is made.
It’s been a busy couple of weeks, with birthdays and holidays and various little things eating up my time in dainty bites so small you hardly notice until there’s nothing left but the bones. Speaking of which, this film is either brilliant or disturbing. Or both. Either way, I want […]
Spent a fairly miserable time over the past few days, dealing with some sort of bug I picked up on Father’s Day — which was, conversely, a wonderful time out at Aurohn Lake with most of my favorite people. It wasn’t all food poisoning and friends, either. I acquitted myself […]
“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.” — Anais Nin Been back home for a week or so — well, going on two weeks now — and I’ve been following up with the handful of contacts, leads, and introductions I made while at […]
Well. This is what it’s like: A big convention hall filled with booths, books and people everywhere. Thousands of them. It’s overwhelming sometimes and, eventually, all that I have left are little slices of memory and anecdote… …stormtroopers in full regalia, posing for pictures with anyone who asked… …the gorgeously […]