Spielberg. The coffee shop was frikken deserted on Sunday night. Deserted. Lots of other places for these to bobos to sit than six feet away from me. Girl: About twenty two, works at a pet store, long brown hair. Boy: Just turned thirty, still going to school, looks and sounds like a younger, taller version […]
Just let yourself fit in. This is one of those more introspective posts. I’ve been reading The French Lieutenant’s Woman. The setting is Victorian England. Anyway, there’s a scene where Sarah, the epononymous character, reveals that she slept with the French Lieutenant and why: She was a governess for two children whose mother was her
Oh Raaaaaaaaaandyyyyyyyyyy… Arch-swindler Moist Van Lipwig never believed his confidence crimes were hanging offenses — until he found himself with a noose tightly around his neck, dropping through a trapdoor, and falling into . . . a government job? By all rights, Moist should have met his maker. Instead, it’s Lord Vetinari, supreme ruler of
The difference between poetry and prose. I’ve been trying to figure this one out for years. One of my playwriting profs asked me this one, since I was trying to write both. The tentative answer of the day: Prose is clear, communicative writing. Poetry is clear, communicative writing under extreme conditions. –I never really liked
Horoscopes. People shouldn’t read the horoscope for the month they were born, but the month they were conceived. This would make Lee, birthday Sept 1, a Capricorn: Between North and South Korea is a long, narrow strip of land called the DMZ. Designed to be a buffer zone where all human activity is prohibited, it