
unknownskywalker: (via greyscalegorilla)
the two previous posts are not related… unless… no… they’re not related…
just received a request to lightly edit a manuscript by an editor in chief of a national magazine… i’m so paralyzed i don’t think i can crap…
‘religious fiction’
is it me, or does anyone else see the irony in than genre?
how could i forget the birthday of c.s. lewis (november 29th)?

malty: My post-it note confession
confirmed… i have a visual on snow flurries in south asheville… kidlingers are in revolt & searching for their hoth battle suits…
this morning, i think i’ve heard more sacred hymns on npr’s giving thanks program than i’ve heard in the church i’ve attended for eight years… weird… um, so, happy thanksgiving day & imma eat some bbq now…
yes, it’s almost 11p.m. & i just returned from the grocery store with the essentials… so i’m thinking bbq is probably the most nontraditional thanksgiving day meal ever… right?
searching for a new chess set and board for a young apprentice… can’t decide between an isle of lewis chess set or celtic chess set…

i wasn’t kidding when i said i have a 1000-page manuscript. here’s a photo of it on my drawing table. now if i can only find where i put my lighter…
speaking of ‘inadvertently burnt’ manuscripts… i came across this interesting piece about about William Carlos Williams’ first volume of poetry…
Of William Carlos Williams’ debut slim volume, Poems, which the young and popular physician of Paterson, NJ published privately in 1909 only two copies are known to exist. Of the second state, which differs from the first in only a few respects, a hundred copies were published in 1910 by a local printer Howell at 25 cents a copy. Dr Williams took a dozen of these to the local stationery store and after a month four had been sold, so he brought home the remainder and after distributing a few copies to members of his family, returned the rest of the edition to his printer. At some point Howell, as Williams recalled in his Autobiography, then wrapped them in a neat bundle and put them away for ‘safe keeping’. After they had ‘ reposed ten years or more on a rafter under the eaves of his old chicken coop ‘ they were ‘, Williams recorded ruefully, ‘inadvertently burnt’. (via bookride)
just returned from the river arts studio stroll… number one kidlinger is jazzed, but can’t decide what to do, ‘dad, i can’t decide if i want to paint or do ceramics or glass works’ … awesome! & to top it off… clear blue sky, 72°F outside, plus 12 bones for lunch (we ate outside next to the river in the middle of november)… how cool is that?
around 2 i walk into the fiddlin pig for lunch & the waitress has my table ready… as i slide into the booth this song by johnny paycheck comes on the sound system… i’m just glad the kitchen staff didn’t revolt & leave the place… because the bbq & ribs were delicious…

some days i dream of steamer trunks & where they might take me… (via creativeinspiration)

maybe it was the temperature: 38°… or maybe it was the 5% grade… or the 170-foot ascent… or maybe it was the cookies & milk before i went to bed after the concert…
whatever it was… it took me 33.10 to finish 5k…
in my office, on my desk, is a copy of miles gone by. last night someone defaced the book cover. the book was intended to be a gift. really odd & disappointing on many levels.
sometimes you just have to take a stand… pick up your junk & walk away…
tonight: Natasha Tretheway and Katherine Soniat to read at Posana Cafe at 8 pm.
it is inspiring for me to see public intellectuals debate with reason, civility & wit… also noticed in this sneak peak that dr. marvin olasky (world magazine editor in chief) appears to officiate the debate…
thomasfitzpatrick: Preview of the first 13 minutes of the forthcoming documentary “Collision”. The film follows renowned author and anti-theist Christopher Hitchens and Pastor Douglas Wilson as they debate the topic: “Is Christianity Good For The World?”. (via)
confession: recently, i rode in a shuttle from a hotel to an airport with dr. olasky… but i was too shy to say anything…
tonight is poetry writing workshop at the flood gallery fine arts center… it’s raining… a prefect evening to soak in poetry & conversation…
not sure if it was the two advil, reading zen poetry, drinking herbal tea or taking a hot bath… but the horrible pain of monday is gone…
went for a walk into a lovely autumn afternoon & did not take a digital camera to record the fact of what i did…
watching a teaching on wisdom from mars hill…
to run along the river on a lovely fall morning seems such a simple desire, yet unattainable this morning.
i’m not sure if it’s seasonally allergies or maybe i finally succumbed to the virus the rest of the household has been dealing with all week, but i don’t have the energy to run a few miles on such a beautiful day.