"They Call the Wind Mariah" from Paint Your Wagon

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Queen and David BOWIE just got number 31 on VH1's 100 Best Songs of the 80's. Even though it deserves number 1, I do love seeing me some Bowie.

So last night I was shuffling my tarot cards. I cut with the left hand (a practice always advised, but which I constantly forget) and one of the cards slid off of the top of the bottom packet, due to their brand new slickness. I had no particular intent (save an interest in my significator), and when I lifted off the card I realized it was part of ( Read more... )

I've decided that Light in August is one of the worst books ever written. Sure, it's a classic, but that doesn't mean it's good. It reminds me of Hemingway, but that's not a compliment when it comes from my side of the table. I'm sorry, but when prose is so dry it tastes like sawdust in the mouth, I'm not much of a fan.

I haven't been feeling my ( Read more... )

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According to LiveJournal, it has been twelve weeks since I last updated. Three months. Quarter of a year. I suppose that it's time enough I write something new.

Speaking of writing something new, a new screenplay has entered my life, "Ireland", a love story... oh, bleck, I can't remember how one of my friends described it, but it's not just a love ( Read more... )

It was night, and my four- door sat purring in its state, awaiting for a flash of envy to return to its rolling march. I was lost in thought, my mind wandering off in the distance, far from the corporeal and ethereal. The other metallic beasts around me lurched forward, accelerating through the intersection and off towards a hasty arrival. We, my ( Read more... )