My barber’s wife’s realtor’s brother’s dog’s veterinarian’s accountant’s brother-in-law’s astrologer’s aunt’s gardener’s mother’s pulmonologist’s son’s teacher’s sister’s chiropractor’s cousin’s contractor’s girlfriend’s grandfather’s nurse’s landlord’s cook’s roommate’s boss’s plumber’s parrot says the whole six degrees of separation thing that people like to go on and on about is largely untrue.
Archive for July, 2008
A Friend of a Friend Said She Overheard a Guy Telling Someone Else That He Heard This From Another Person’s Friend
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged points to ponder on 30 July 2008 | 1 Comment »
Suicide Note
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cool stuff on 26 July 2008 | 1 Comment »
The amazing Michael Swanwick, who I have mentioned here before, has seen fit to post one of my poems on his blog Poem du jour. I’m not telling you this only to brag on myself. The blog is a collection of interesting poems with comments by Michael, originally intended for his son Sean and some [...]
qarrtsiluni Just Posted My Latest Story
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cool stuff, shameless self promotion on 17 July 2008 | Leave a Comment »
It’s called “Red Shift” and you can find it here, along with an MP3 of me reading it. While you’re there, take a look at the rest of the issue and the rest of the site. A lot of good and interesting material by a wide range of writers and visual artists.
Deflecting an Awkward Situation
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged the writing life on 13 July 2008 | 4 Comments »
If someone asks to read my stuff I gladly provide them with some of my stories or poems. But first I tell them I will never ask them if they liked the work or even if they read it. Why? Because it avoids embarrassment. There is nothing more awkward, for both parties, than having to [...]
The Natives Here Are so Quaint and Friendly
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged quotidian on 5 July 2008 | 1 Comment »
I’m sitting on a bench outside a restaurant in the little town where I live, soaking up the shade while waiting for my friend. We’re going to have lunch together. A guy I’ve seen around town, but don’t know, walks by. He’s showing his grandfather the sights. “Over here,” he says, “is the town ice [...]
