Guilty as charged: terribly remiss in my blogging. What have I been doing? Cool projects like this one:
It is amazing how breaking crayons and organizing the colors into various patterns can occupy a four-year-old for days. 200 degrees, six to eight minutes, and you’re all good. Additionally, I’ve been grading many essays and working on the NOVEL. And then, for some reason, I’ve gotten all hyped up again my non-fiction project, the proposal for which I had shelved close to a year ago.
To get my feet wet again, I thought I’d review some recent goods.
The Chieftains were awesome. Thanks to some fabulous folks, we also had incredible second row seats at the Fox.
The Pogues show was great, but a show at the Tabernacle following on the heels of a show at the Fox got me a little down about the acoustics at the Tabernacle.
Itty Bitty Titty Committee = worst movie ever. Maybe it was written and directed by eighth grade drama students?
Joe Strummer: The Future is Unwritten is an impressive documentary. I must get me some Clash.
I read Katherine Anne Porter’s Old Mortality, the first of three tiny novels in Pale Horse, Pale Rider. I enjoyed it, and I admire the size: plenty of impact compressed, generations tied into a little bundle.