And the winners are ...
For accuracy -- milbernfamily
And for entertainment value -- Clare2E
Thanks to everyone who played along.
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Let's talk about misnomers. There are a lot of misleading names out there.
Bed Bath and Beyond.
Do they sell beds?
No.
Baths?
No.
Beyonds?
What the hell is a beyond?
I poised these very same questions to my wife and she said the title is because they sell bed STUFF, bath STUFF, and Stuff for beyond the Bedroom and bathroom. So I ask, Why not call the joint Bed Stuff, Bath Stuff, and The Stuff Beyond.
Jennifer merely rolled her eyes as usual and replied with, because their was already a place called, Linen's and Things.
Since the beyond portion seems to be mostly kitchen stuff I think I will from this day on call the place ... Sleep Crap and Eat.
Let's move on. Fantasy Football. I like Fantasy Football. I've played in the same league for nearly two decades and the endeavor combines three of my favorite pastimes. Gambling, Football, and the thrill of competition. But Fantasy Football is the wrong term.
Oh I got fantasies but none of them involve sitting around a room with a bunch of other men discussing who the Oakland Raiders plan to start at wide receiver this year, or the impact of Brettt Favre's re-re- retirement. Matter of fact the only way any of my fantasies and football could ever blend together is if Gwen Stefanie assumes the center position and I get to play quarterback. Trust me in that scenario there would be no snaps from the shotgun position. No siree every play would originate with my hand up under the center. And if fantasy and football really went together then tight end would be every one's favorite position.
From this day forward I will only refer to the competition previously known as fantasy football as D.A.F.T - Dudes Analyzing Football Teams.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Amarillo -- My Town Monday
I've missed the camaraderie of My Town Mondays and I have a few others in mind that I'll try to find time to write up in the next couple of months or so, but for this post, my first My Town Monday since calling it quits I want to tell all of you about a just released book from a friend of mine. Before I tell you about the book let me tell you about Ron.
Ron Smith is a friend of mine. A former coworker who just recently retired from the Postal Service to pursue the good life. Ron is long time supporter of my own writing endeavors. Ron isn't a writer in the traditional sense that he creates characters and stories. Ron is a collector, an antique addict and an all around great guy. For better than 20 years he has collected postcards about Amarillo and the Texas Panhandle and in that time he has amassed a huge collection of visual history on the area. it is that collection that gave birth to his book aptly titled, Amarillo.
Amarillo is available from the Arcadia Publishing website as well as area bookstores, independent retailers, and on-line retailers, such as Amazon. The book showcases over 200 postcards from Ron's nostalgic collection. Arcadia Publishing is the leading publisher of local and regional history in the United States.
Highlights of the book include :
* Never before seen vintage postcards from the author's collection
* Includes images of historic buildings, many of which are long gone
* Explains how Amarillo went on to become one of the world's busiest cattle shipping points in the late 1890s
* Shows Amarillo in the making through postcards
Here are a few more images Arcadia marketing team sent for me to share with y'all.
The above shot is a 1910 photo of the long gone Hotel Amarillo which was located at 3rd and Polk.
And below is another 1910 shot of the Opera House which sat at 7th and Polk. A Thanksgiving Day fire destroyed the building in 1919.
Man Do I wish I could get a good steak for seventy-five cents today. And how about a motel room for two-fifty. And fireproof to boot. Trust me, I know the value of fireproof. The Capitol hotel was demolished in 1977.
And check out this next card. Cable cars right here in Amarillo. Who'd of thunk it? Of course back in 1914 when that shot was snapped, Polk Street was still dirt.
The book is chocked full of great pictures and the captions provide some great history. I've already learned lots of cool things about the city, and thanks to the generosity folks at Arcadia two of you can have the same privilege without spending a dime. That's right, the publisher is providing two free copies to the readers of my blog. It's up to my discretion how to award these so, I'm going to have a little contest.
Between now and Friday answer these five questions for your shot at a copy. I'll award one copy to the most accurate, and one to the commenter that entertains me the most with their answers. By the way every answer has appeared in one of my previous My Town Monday posts.
1) The city of Amarillo, was originally called _________?
2) Amarillo was once known as The ________ Capital of the World.
3) Amarillo has four public high schools. I'll give you name of each and you provide rest nickname.
Amarillo High _______
Caprock _________
Palo Duro _________
Tascosa __________
4) If I tell you to meet me at The Golden Light chances are we are going to ___________.
5) "The Tactless Texan" is better known as ____________.
Ron will soon be signing copies of his book at both the local Barnes and Noble as well has Hastings
And at the Panhandle Plains Historical Museum in Canyon at 11:30 AM on October 10th.
For more My Town Monday posts from bloggers the world over check out The Official My Town Monday site.
Ron Smith is a friend of mine. A former coworker who just recently retired from the Postal Service to pursue the good life. Ron is long time supporter of my own writing endeavors. Ron isn't a writer in the traditional sense that he creates characters and stories. Ron is a collector, an antique addict and an all around great guy. For better than 20 years he has collected postcards about Amarillo and the Texas Panhandle and in that time he has amassed a huge collection of visual history on the area. it is that collection that gave birth to his book aptly titled, Amarillo.
Amarillo is available from the Arcadia Publishing website as well as area bookstores, independent retailers, and on-line retailers, such as Amazon. The book showcases over 200 postcards from Ron's nostalgic collection. Arcadia Publishing is the leading publisher of local and regional history in the United States.
Highlights of the book include :
* Never before seen vintage postcards from the author's collection
* Includes images of historic buildings, many of which are long gone
* Explains how Amarillo went on to become one of the world's busiest cattle shipping points in the late 1890s
* Shows Amarillo in the making through postcards
Here are a few more images Arcadia marketing team sent for me to share with y'all.
The above shot is a 1910 photo of the long gone Hotel Amarillo which was located at 3rd and Polk.And below is another 1910 shot of the Opera House which sat at 7th and Polk. A Thanksgiving Day fire destroyed the building in 1919.
Man Do I wish I could get a good steak for seventy-five cents today. And how about a motel room for two-fifty. And fireproof to boot. Trust me, I know the value of fireproof. The Capitol hotel was demolished in 1977.
And check out this next card. Cable cars right here in Amarillo. Who'd of thunk it? Of course back in 1914 when that shot was snapped, Polk Street was still dirt.
The book is chocked full of great pictures and the captions provide some great history. I've already learned lots of cool things about the city, and thanks to the generosity folks at Arcadia two of you can have the same privilege without spending a dime. That's right, the publisher is providing two free copies to the readers of my blog. It's up to my discretion how to award these so, I'm going to have a little contest.
Between now and Friday answer these five questions for your shot at a copy. I'll award one copy to the most accurate, and one to the commenter that entertains me the most with their answers. By the way every answer has appeared in one of my previous My Town Monday posts.
1) The city of Amarillo, was originally called _________?
2) Amarillo was once known as The ________ Capital of the World.
3) Amarillo has four public high schools. I'll give you name of each and you provide rest nickname.
Amarillo High _______
Caprock _________
Palo Duro _________
Tascosa __________
4) If I tell you to meet me at The Golden Light chances are we are going to ___________.
5) "The Tactless Texan" is better known as ____________.
Ron will soon be signing copies of his book at both the local Barnes and Noble as well has Hastings
And at the Panhandle Plains Historical Museum in Canyon at 11:30 AM on October 10th.
For more My Town Monday posts from bloggers the world over check out The Official My Town Monday site.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Those Meddlin' Rednecks
Pop culture in nothing more than flotsam and jetsam, floating in and out on the tide of public opinion. Tickle Me Elmo dolls, parachute pants, Spuds MacKenzie, and a whole slew of other fads have rode the waves of popularity only to eventually sink to the murky depths of nostalgia.
I have surfed along with the masses a few times in my life, but for the most part I'm a contranarian and shun the so-called in-thing. On occasion, some idiotic things catches on that grates on my very last nerve. So much so that every time I see it I can't help but question the intelligence of those who choose to float in that boat. And one such trend is the pissing Calvin.
I'm talking about this guy in case you are blind and have misses the plethora of stickers bearing the likeness of the urinating comic character. The victim of Calvin's stream varies and can be anything from a sports team, brand of automobile, Government Agency, or political party. Yesterday I spotted one of the decals on the back of a pickup. There was the peeing C-man tinkling away on the name Osama Bin Laden.
One word came to my mind. Asinine.
What's the point? To let your fellow drivers know you don't like the terrorist? call me stupid, but I thought that was pretty much a given among all Americans. Maybe Pickup Paul was hoping to raise Osama's ire and draw him out of hiding? Maybe Pickup Paul knows what the G-Men do not. All this time the leader of the Taliban has been hiding here in Amarillo, Texas biding his time. Why i bet he's making a living as the front man in ZZ Top impersonation band.
All these years, Osama has been right here in Texas, hiding under Ol' W's nose, playing guitar licks in local bars and hatching his next murderous scheme. I can see it now.
Osama is on his way to Boot Scootin' Boogie's to play a set when he idles up to a red light and there is Pickup Paul. The very sight of Calvin pissing on his name finally causes Osma to snap and fore go years of patiently hiding. Jamming his Hyundai in park (you didn't expect Osama to drive an American car did you?) Bin Laden yanks Pickup Paul out of his truck and commences to thrash him, but other motorists intervene to help and when they cops arrive they find a turban and aerial photos of Pantex inside the glove box of his Hyundai. (Pantex is Amarillo's local nuclear disarmament plant)
As they handcuff Osama and haul him away, he'll mutter in true Scooby-Do style, "And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for that meddling redneck."
I have surfed along with the masses a few times in my life, but for the most part I'm a contranarian and shun the so-called in-thing. On occasion, some idiotic things catches on that grates on my very last nerve. So much so that every time I see it I can't help but question the intelligence of those who choose to float in that boat. And one such trend is the pissing Calvin.
I'm talking about this guy in case you are blind and have misses the plethora of stickers bearing the likeness of the urinating comic character. The victim of Calvin's stream varies and can be anything from a sports team, brand of automobile, Government Agency, or political party. Yesterday I spotted one of the decals on the back of a pickup. There was the peeing C-man tinkling away on the name Osama Bin Laden.
One word came to my mind. Asinine.
What's the point? To let your fellow drivers know you don't like the terrorist? call me stupid, but I thought that was pretty much a given among all Americans. Maybe Pickup Paul was hoping to raise Osama's ire and draw him out of hiding? Maybe Pickup Paul knows what the G-Men do not. All this time the leader of the Taliban has been hiding here in Amarillo, Texas biding his time. Why i bet he's making a living as the front man in ZZ Top impersonation band.
All these years, Osama has been right here in Texas, hiding under Ol' W's nose, playing guitar licks in local bars and hatching his next murderous scheme. I can see it now.
Osama is on his way to Boot Scootin' Boogie's to play a set when he idles up to a red light and there is Pickup Paul. The very sight of Calvin pissing on his name finally causes Osma to snap and fore go years of patiently hiding. Jamming his Hyundai in park (you didn't expect Osama to drive an American car did you?) Bin Laden yanks Pickup Paul out of his truck and commences to thrash him, but other motorists intervene to help and when they cops arrive they find a turban and aerial photos of Pantex inside the glove box of his Hyundai. (Pantex is Amarillo's local nuclear disarmament plant)
As they handcuff Osama and haul him away, he'll mutter in true Scooby-Do style, "And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for that meddling redneck."
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Back To School Randomness
Forget what the calendar says -- summer is over. At least it is for me and my family.
Just a few minutes ago my boys trotted off, not-so-happily, for their first day of first and third grade. My wife teaches at the same Catholic school they attend so that means for the first time in nearly three months I am alone on my days off from work.
At the risk of sounding selfish and uncaring, let me say ... "Boy am I glad."
Don't get me wrong I love my family and the time we get to send each summer, but by mid August I'm itching to get my Thursdays and Fridays back. Jennifer supports my writing and never complains when I spend time writing, but one hour alone in an otherwise empty house beats five or six hours with SpongeBob in the background and the slamming of doors and what not.
Right now the only sound in the place is the clicking of my keyboard and the droning buzz of a gimoungous fly. Soon as i finish this post me and the fly will do battle. Though I should probably keep him around sine I plan to work on my Feedstore Chronicle Memoir. Flies were pretty standard there so who knows maybe that fly is my muse. Of course flies are attracted to manure so if it really is my muse 'tis no wonder all my recent writing has stunk.
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My last post was about my messages on twitter and I received several questions about one tweet in particular. This one ... I don't even know what TAT is, but given the goods it's normally traded for, it's some mighty valuable stuff.
For those enquiring minds the tat I was referring comes from the saying ... Tit for tat.
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One more nuggett on the back to school front. Last week I stopped in Barnes and Noble to pick up Richard Russo's latest, That Old Cape Magic and while in the store i stopped to peruse the various school's required reading table.
Many of the old standards were once again being assigned, To Kill A Mockingbird, 1984, Of Mice and Men, and the like. there were a few title I'd never heard of so I picked them up and read a few pages to see what they were about. But then I spotted one in particular that bothered me.
Right there on the table and list for the Amarillo Independent School District was none other than the tale of the glittering Vampires, Twilight.
Don't get me wrong. I am not one of those twilight bashers. I have not read but a few pages of any of the series. My wife loved them and with her I watched the movie. I tip my hat to Stephanie Meyer for delivering a winner to her intended audience and for creating a buzz that encouraged millions of people to actually sit down and read.
Here's my issue. I feel it is the responsibility of schools and teachers to choose books that one, make some sort of social commentary, or two showcase the very best writing techniques and skills. Pardon me for saying so I do not believe Twilight falls in either category.
To my way of thinking Twilight is the equivalent of surrender. It is pandering to the very kids the teachers are supposed to educate and reveal new things to. Lots of the kids have already read the book, the ones that haven't probably aren't going to or they already would have done so. They'll rent to movie and write their paper on that so why pick such a popular contemporary book?
To me it smacks of laziness. I imagine some teacher or group of teachers needing one more book for the curriculum and instead of seeking one out saying with a dismissive wave of their hand, "Oh we'll read Twilight for the last one. The kids won't complain about that one."
Pandering I say, but I'm open to dissenting opinions so let me have them.
Just a few minutes ago my boys trotted off, not-so-happily, for their first day of first and third grade. My wife teaches at the same Catholic school they attend so that means for the first time in nearly three months I am alone on my days off from work.
At the risk of sounding selfish and uncaring, let me say ... "Boy am I glad."
Don't get me wrong I love my family and the time we get to send each summer, but by mid August I'm itching to get my Thursdays and Fridays back. Jennifer supports my writing and never complains when I spend time writing, but one hour alone in an otherwise empty house beats five or six hours with SpongeBob in the background and the slamming of doors and what not.
Right now the only sound in the place is the clicking of my keyboard and the droning buzz of a gimoungous fly. Soon as i finish this post me and the fly will do battle. Though I should probably keep him around sine I plan to work on my Feedstore Chronicle Memoir. Flies were pretty standard there so who knows maybe that fly is my muse. Of course flies are attracted to manure so if it really is my muse 'tis no wonder all my recent writing has stunk.
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My last post was about my messages on twitter and I received several questions about one tweet in particular. This one ... I don't even know what TAT is, but given the goods it's normally traded for, it's some mighty valuable stuff.
For those enquiring minds the tat I was referring comes from the saying ... Tit for tat.
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One more nuggett on the back to school front. Last week I stopped in Barnes and Noble to pick up Richard Russo's latest, That Old Cape Magic and while in the store i stopped to peruse the various school's required reading table.
Many of the old standards were once again being assigned, To Kill A Mockingbird, 1984, Of Mice and Men, and the like. there were a few title I'd never heard of so I picked them up and read a few pages to see what they were about. But then I spotted one in particular that bothered me.
Right there on the table and list for the Amarillo Independent School District was none other than the tale of the glittering Vampires, Twilight.
Don't get me wrong. I am not one of those twilight bashers. I have not read but a few pages of any of the series. My wife loved them and with her I watched the movie. I tip my hat to Stephanie Meyer for delivering a winner to her intended audience and for creating a buzz that encouraged millions of people to actually sit down and read.
Here's my issue. I feel it is the responsibility of schools and teachers to choose books that one, make some sort of social commentary, or two showcase the very best writing techniques and skills. Pardon me for saying so I do not believe Twilight falls in either category.
To my way of thinking Twilight is the equivalent of surrender. It is pandering to the very kids the teachers are supposed to educate and reveal new things to. Lots of the kids have already read the book, the ones that haven't probably aren't going to or they already would have done so. They'll rent to movie and write their paper on that so why pick such a popular contemporary book?
To me it smacks of laziness. I imagine some teacher or group of teachers needing one more book for the curriculum and instead of seeking one out saying with a dismissive wave of their hand, "Oh we'll read Twilight for the last one. The kids won't complain about that one."
Pandering I say, but I'm open to dissenting opinions so let me have them.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
I'm A Twit
I planned on returning to the My Town Monday group today, but things didn't work out right for em to do so. I wanted to announce the publication of a friend of mine's book, but in order to do the post justice I will have to postpone it for a week.
In the meantime and with regards to the fact I'm hard at work on my latest book length project I'm simply going to cut and paste in a few of my most recent twitter messages. Yes, I'm aware that I am slightly off center but I thought y'all might be amused by my 140 character or less observations of my world.
Should you feel so inclined you can follow me on twitter via this link.
I don't even know what TAT is, but given the goods it's normally traded for, it's some mighty valuable stuff.
1 more set of days off before my kids head back to school. I've missed my Thursday and Friday morning writing time.
Against my wishes I'm at the feed trough of humanity. Better known as Furr's Cafeteria.
Rum, hard metal horseshoes, and a very dark backyard do not add up to good things.
My 8yo son just informed me his lifelong dream is to own an electric banjo.
Judging by the content of the blog post I am currently writing, it is clear I am losing my mind.
The plural for doofus? Is it doofuses, or Doofi?
I refuse to follow any man not wearing a shirt in his profile pic. So you 're proud of your six pack. Guess what? I got the whole damn keg.
Would you be inclined to sample a delicacy called écorce de porc if you knew nothing but the name?
Why is it one day you can feel like a pretty good writer and the very next day feel like an untalented hack?
I like the fact pirates is a trending topic right now, but the fact it ranks lower than Chuck Norris pisses me off.
Papa Hemingway a KGB spy? New book claims so. http://bit.ly/3IHBbv
Is it possible to wake DOWN? Wake SIDEWAYS? Or must we perpetually wake UP?
My friend Alex Keto recently traveled to Kenya. Read his powerful description here. www.alexketo.com
Tweet question @writer dad asked, Can anyone think of anything that still just costs a penny? My answer ... A wish in a fountain.
Came into work only to learn one of my coworkers, a friend, died yesterday. Shitty way to begin the day.
So, I come back to work this morning, JULY 5th. And what's my first task? Read a safety sheet on ... JULY 4th hazards. #gov't timeliness
Slept out on the trampoline with my boys last night. Been 20 years since I slept on 1. Will be twice as long before I do it again.
Twit spam is bad enough. Must they call me names? Got this 1 today. "Hey boys! dont know what it is but dorky guys turn me on BIG TIME."
By the way, if you are a writer and do not read GalleyCat everyday. You should be. http://www.mediabistro.com
Had a freaky dream last night where I was reading my own obit. Least it described me as a successful novelist. And I was old in the pic.
When closing time comes at Home Depot they turn the lights out, whereas at closing time at the bar, they turn them on. #recentobservation
My latest short story is up at Beat To A Pulp. Read it here -- http://bit.ly/FrOzR
Need more propane for my grill. Where's Hank Hill when you need him?
I was chosen as 1 of the best dad bloggers by Betty Confidential. Check out the article here http://tinyurl.com/lnxh2b
Tweeting straight from the dentist's chair as I await deadening shot to take. Wanna swap places?
My tongue now feels like a bloated sponge. I shall name it Bob. #dentalfun
Not counting replies and ReTweets that is the bulk of my tweet messages for the last two months. See what fun you are missing by not partaking in the charms of Twitter. Okay maybe not.
In the meantime and with regards to the fact I'm hard at work on my latest book length project I'm simply going to cut and paste in a few of my most recent twitter messages. Yes, I'm aware that I am slightly off center but I thought y'all might be amused by my 140 character or less observations of my world.
Should you feel so inclined you can follow me on twitter via this link.
I don't even know what TAT is, but given the goods it's normally traded for, it's some mighty valuable stuff.
1 more set of days off before my kids head back to school. I've missed my Thursday and Friday morning writing time.
Against my wishes I'm at the feed trough of humanity. Better known as Furr's Cafeteria.
Rum, hard metal horseshoes, and a very dark backyard do not add up to good things.
My 8yo son just informed me his lifelong dream is to own an electric banjo.
Judging by the content of the blog post I am currently writing, it is clear I am losing my mind.
The plural for doofus? Is it doofuses, or Doofi?
I refuse to follow any man not wearing a shirt in his profile pic. So you 're proud of your six pack. Guess what? I got the whole damn keg.
Would you be inclined to sample a delicacy called écorce de porc if you knew nothing but the name?
Why is it one day you can feel like a pretty good writer and the very next day feel like an untalented hack?
I like the fact pirates is a trending topic right now, but the fact it ranks lower than Chuck Norris pisses me off.
Papa Hemingway a KGB spy? New book claims so. http://bit.ly/3IHBbv
Is it possible to wake DOWN? Wake SIDEWAYS? Or must we perpetually wake UP?
My friend Alex Keto recently traveled to Kenya. Read his powerful description here. www.alexketo.com
Tweet question @writer dad asked, Can anyone think of anything that still just costs a penny? My answer ... A wish in a fountain.
Came into work only to learn one of my coworkers, a friend, died yesterday. Shitty way to begin the day.
So, I come back to work this morning, JULY 5th. And what's my first task? Read a safety sheet on ... JULY 4th hazards. #gov't timeliness
Slept out on the trampoline with my boys last night. Been 20 years since I slept on 1. Will be twice as long before I do it again.
Twit spam is bad enough. Must they call me names? Got this 1 today. "Hey boys! dont know what it is but dorky guys turn me on BIG TIME."
By the way, if you are a writer and do not read GalleyCat everyday. You should be. http://www.mediabistro.com
Had a freaky dream last night where I was reading my own obit. Least it described me as a successful novelist. And I was old in the pic.
When closing time comes at Home Depot they turn the lights out, whereas at closing time at the bar, they turn them on. #recentobservation
My latest short story is up at Beat To A Pulp. Read it here -- http://bit.ly/FrOzR
Need more propane for my grill. Where's Hank Hill when you need him?
I was chosen as 1 of the best dad bloggers by Betty Confidential. Check out the article here http://tinyurl.com/lnxh2b
Tweeting straight from the dentist's chair as I await deadening shot to take. Wanna swap places?
My tongue now feels like a bloated sponge. I shall name it Bob. #dentalfun
Not counting replies and ReTweets that is the bulk of my tweet messages for the last two months. See what fun you are missing by not partaking in the charms of Twitter. Okay maybe not.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Bridie & Finn Forgotten Boook Friday
It's been a long time since I participated in Patti Abbotts great weekly blog feature -- Forgotten Book Friday, but I recently read a novel that fits the bill.
Bride & Finn by Harry Cauley was published in 1994. Set in the early 40's during World War II it is very much a character driven novel. Exactly the kind of book I love.
Told from the POV of a young boy, it is very much the tale of a relationship. Finn hates Bridie when she shows up in in fourth grade class, but everyone else falls in immediate love with her. The rest of the novel is all about their relationship over the next decade. They must deal with the realities of war, racism and of course the discovery of sex.
I enjoyed the authors ability to take me inside Finn's head and to slowly reveal the other's character traits in subtle ways, but the writer in me was awed by the ending. Some might find the ending abrupt and not completely satisfying but myself I enjoyed the reality of it. I've always been bothered by the tidiness of endings when in reality life and it's problems rarely comes with a neat little bow ties on top. This novel reads and feels very much like a tale that a personal friend might tell you. It is the kind of story that stay with you and if it were possible I'd feel obligated to give the narrator advice once it was over.
Bride & Finn by Harry Cauley was published in 1994. Set in the early 40's during World War II it is very much a character driven novel. Exactly the kind of book I love.
Told from the POV of a young boy, it is very much the tale of a relationship. Finn hates Bridie when she shows up in in fourth grade class, but everyone else falls in immediate love with her. The rest of the novel is all about their relationship over the next decade. They must deal with the realities of war, racism and of course the discovery of sex.
I enjoyed the authors ability to take me inside Finn's head and to slowly reveal the other's character traits in subtle ways, but the writer in me was awed by the ending. Some might find the ending abrupt and not completely satisfying but myself I enjoyed the reality of it. I've always been bothered by the tidiness of endings when in reality life and it's problems rarely comes with a neat little bow ties on top. This novel reads and feels very much like a tale that a personal friend might tell you. It is the kind of story that stay with you and if it were possible I'd feel obligated to give the narrator advice once it was over.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
RSVP Now ; Before It's Too Late
Lots of people dread turning 40. Many go so far as to lie and claim to be 39 year after year. I perhaps have the best reason ever to dread my 40th. No, I don't turn the big FOUR OH anytime soon. Not for more than three years as a matter of fact. So you might be asking yourself. Why the hell is Travis rambling on about something so far away.
Hold your damn horses. I'll get there in a minute.
This whole post is inspired by the fact my wife and I went to the movies the other night. We saw the latest Harry Potter movie and before I say anything else I will say I thought it was probably the best movie adaptation of the series thus far. I did come away with a few observations.
Is it just me or does Hogwarts caretaker Filch closely resemble the King of Texas, legendary Outlaw and true Texas hero Willie Nelson? You decide.
Those aren't the two best comparison shots but the first time Filch showed up in Harry potter and The Half Blood Prince I actually thought for half a second, What the heck is Willie doing in the movie.
And that wasn't my only observance.
I do believe if you took NFL star quarterback Peyton manning, a bottle of peroxide, and a magic wand you could easily turn him into Draco Malfoy. Again not the best comparison photos.
But this post isn't about lookalikes. Remember it's about my 40th birthday.
So before the Harry Potter they showed a trailer for a new movie. This movie is called 2012 and is about the end of times. In case you are unaware the Mayan calender stops abruptly on December 21st, 2012.
December 21st is also the winter solstice. According to the lore of fantasy books and what not it is the day the worlds most powerful wizards are born on. But of course only if they are the 7th son of a 7th son.
If a baby born on December 21st is merely the first son of a first son they grow up to be big hairy bloggers. Least that is how it worked out for me. yes I was born on December 21st. December 21st of 1972 which according to the Mayans means that come my 40th birthday -- the world will cease to exist.
Talk about a reason to dread turning forty. I mean a bad day is one thing, but the end of days? Doesn't get much worse than that. And guess what? 12-21-2012 falls on a Friday. Seems to me the word should at least wait until Monday to say piss on it, I've had enough.
Here's my take -- I don't buy any of that apocalyptic prediction crap. I say the Mayan dude in charge of calendar building got lazy and said, "Why the hell should I keep going past 2012? It ain't like I'll be around to see it." Then when his supervisor audited his work he came up with some cockamamie story about the sun passing close to the equator and the world erupting into a fiery ball.
And I'm so sure of it, I'm gonna have one hell of a 40th birthday bash on 12-21-2012 even if I have to plan the thing myself. Come 12-22-2012 all of my buddies may feel like the end of times but I'm certain that will have more to do with the rum than the Mayans. And yes, all of you are invited.
Who knows? Maybe we can even get Willie to show up and play.
Hold your damn horses. I'll get there in a minute.
This whole post is inspired by the fact my wife and I went to the movies the other night. We saw the latest Harry Potter movie and before I say anything else I will say I thought it was probably the best movie adaptation of the series thus far. I did come away with a few observations.
Is it just me or does Hogwarts caretaker Filch closely resemble the King of Texas, legendary Outlaw and true Texas hero Willie Nelson? You decide.
Those aren't the two best comparison shots but the first time Filch showed up in Harry potter and The Half Blood Prince I actually thought for half a second, What the heck is Willie doing in the movie.And that wasn't my only observance.
I do believe if you took NFL star quarterback Peyton manning, a bottle of peroxide, and a magic wand you could easily turn him into Draco Malfoy. Again not the best comparison photos.
But this post isn't about lookalikes. Remember it's about my 40th birthday.
So before the Harry Potter they showed a trailer for a new movie. This movie is called 2012 and is about the end of times. In case you are unaware the Mayan calender stops abruptly on December 21st, 2012.
December 21st is also the winter solstice. According to the lore of fantasy books and what not it is the day the worlds most powerful wizards are born on. But of course only if they are the 7th son of a 7th son.
If a baby born on December 21st is merely the first son of a first son they grow up to be big hairy bloggers. Least that is how it worked out for me. yes I was born on December 21st. December 21st of 1972 which according to the Mayans means that come my 40th birthday -- the world will cease to exist.
Talk about a reason to dread turning forty. I mean a bad day is one thing, but the end of days? Doesn't get much worse than that. And guess what? 12-21-2012 falls on a Friday. Seems to me the word should at least wait until Monday to say piss on it, I've had enough.
Here's my take -- I don't buy any of that apocalyptic prediction crap. I say the Mayan dude in charge of calendar building got lazy and said, "Why the hell should I keep going past 2012? It ain't like I'll be around to see it." Then when his supervisor audited his work he came up with some cockamamie story about the sun passing close to the equator and the world erupting into a fiery ball.
And I'm so sure of it, I'm gonna have one hell of a 40th birthday bash on 12-21-2012 even if I have to plan the thing myself. Come 12-22-2012 all of my buddies may feel like the end of times but I'm certain that will have more to do with the rum than the Mayans. And yes, all of you are invited.
Who knows? Maybe we can even get Willie to show up and play.
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