Bread and Sacred Cows
Anyone who knows me knows I am in general antipathetic toward sports. I don’t watch it, I don’t follow it, and I could not care less who is winning or losing. The sun does not rise and set on finals, … Continue reading
Anyone who knows me knows I am in general antipathetic toward sports. I don’t watch it, I don’t follow it, and I could not care less who is winning or losing. The sun does not rise and set on finals, … Continue reading
Two more shots of The Men of Tomorrow, courtesy Jarek Steele of Left Bank Books. Might use this last one for some kind of avatar somewhere.
So, the other night, the 22nd to be exact, I committed Public Performance. I had help. Two brave musicians, both of whom are better at their respective instruments than I am at mine, joined me to play jazz-like music at … Continue reading
Every writing project comes to a point when it crowds everything else into smaller and smaller spaces, mainly of time. Right now I’m 3/4 of the way through what I’m currently working on. As a result, my reading has slowed … Continue reading
I haven’t done any serious new shots of myself for a while. A few opportunistic snapshots here and there, but nothing suitable for framing, so to speak. Comic Con is coming up and I’ll be there and I was asked … Continue reading
I haven’t done a new picture of Coffey in a bit. She graciously agreed to sit for this portrait, responding with uncanny sensitivity to my vague suggestions for pose and poise, finally opting to just be herself, waiting for … Continue reading
Back in August some friends sent me a lovely orchid as a get-well gift. Gorgeous flowers. Naturally, they died, and we thought, that’s the end of that. We’d heard how delicate orchids were. But we did not discard the … Continue reading
A good friend of mine put this image up on his Facebook page: This was taken at my friend’s wedding in 1979. I was his best man and this is the only time I’ve ever worn a tuxedo. … Continue reading
My relationship with the Boy Scouts of America was not the most pleasant. I was an oddity, to be sure. I think I was at one time the only—only—second class scout to be a patrol leader. Second class. For those … Continue reading
I posted a new piece over at my Other Place, The Proximal Eye. A few folks have expressed a bit of amazement that I began another blog. After all, I’m constantly complaining of lack of time. But I’m a writer, … Continue reading