Archives for October 2005

End in Sight

I’ve hit my word count – 65K – on Book Two. And I’m almost close to being almost finished. Then the combover. Then submit and see what the Powers that Be make of the thing.

Word of the Week

walpurgis night\val’purges-, -u(e)ges-; val’per|jes-, wal-, wol- -pe|, -pei|, |ges-\ or walpurgisnacht n -s usu cap W&N [walpurgis night part trans. of G walpurgisnacht, fr. Walpurgis St. Walburga +A.D. 777 Eng. saint whose feast day falls on May Day + G nacht night, fr. OHG naht 1 : the evening preceding May Day : the evening of April 30 believed esp. during medieval and Renaissance times to be an occasion when witches celebrate a sabbat 2 : something (as an event or situation) having an orgiastic or nightmarish character (the big, wicked party that should be the … Walpurgis Night of his book —New Republic) (the relationship … became a protracted Walpurgisnacht –George Stevens)

From: the big dictionary in the library.

October Medjugorje Message

Medjugorje Message of October 25, 2005

Little children, believe, pray and love, and God will be near you. He will give you the gift of all the graces you seek from Him. I am a gift to you, because, from day to day, God permits me to be with you and to love each of you with immeasurable love. Therefore, little children, in prayer and humility, open your hearts and be witnesses of my presence. Thank you for having responded to my call.

Doc Webb on Your Health

Leave your health-related questions for Doc Webb in the comments area and ol’ Doc will get back to you just as soon as he can.

"Summer days, summer nights are gone …

… but I know a place where there’s still something going on.”

Thanks to Quintilian for once again performing CPR upon the Korrektiv Summer Reading Klub’s flatlined reading of Kierkegaard’s Stages on Life’s Way.

Also: What if everyone in Ritzville, WA joined the KSRK?

Mulemen March on Washington

Korrektiv News Brief
October 24, 2005

Thousands of mulemen brought their mules to the National Mall in Washington on Monday to protest President Bush’s nomination of Harriet Miers to the Supreme Court.

Poetry Corner III

First Son decided he wanted to write a poem “like a professional poem writer.” Here’s what he came up with:

In days long ago in yonder past
I overlooked the meadow, far and vast
With blooming trees and brushes white
I overlooked the meadow every night
I looked upon it, so vast and broad
I looked upon it with the eyes of God.

Just Sayin’

Great cover. Oddly familiar.

Kidding. Mostly. More on this anon. It is, after all, “the first really significant book about American Catholicism of the decade.” (Scroll down to Sharlet’s review.)

Capote II

If you have a festering notion that all art, or at least all writing, is born of some damage, or some anger, or some unbalanced obsesssion, Capote will not do anything to help you get over your festers.

Advantage: California

One thing that makes it difficult, and at times inconceivable, to contemplate leaving California…
…a spicy Ranchero Burrito with beans after a night of bourbony indulgence.
I met Kodiak last night. The man has energy, drive, intensity…what’s the word I’m looking for…ah, yes: youth. (Oh, who am I kidding – I was never like that, even at 22.) It wasn’t until this morning. that I remembered that I am an old man. It was my liver that reminded me.
Good times, though, and no real damage done. Especially after that burrito and its sweet, sweet heat.

Life is Good

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Some friends moved into a sweet little Craftsman here in La Mesa today. Neighbors told them that the house – they’re renting – is known as “The jewel of La Mesa.” Hey presto – The Jewel. Great name for a house. I’m not sure why it is that some houses can getaway with sporting names, or perhaps it should be why some people can get away with naming their houses without acquiring the title of Pretentious Twit (or a slight variation thereof).

I haven’t had much luck. Our first apartment should have been the Pink Palace, first because of its oh-so-pale pink walls and second because of its proximity to the heart of the gay district here in San Diego. But we didn’t stay there long enough, or something. Our Spanish guest house was, according to legend, once part of a brothel – The Brothel would have been a great name, but the wife probably wouldn’t have been pleased. And First Son doesn’t need to go telling folks he was born in The Brothel.

First house was great, but didn’t inspire. Second house had a name foreordained from all eternity – Grindlehaus. The previous owner, a Mr. Grindle, had done all sorts of interesting things to the place, to the point where I imagined a Breugel-style painting in which his spirit dwelt below the home and caused various exciting events with a monstrous auger. Washing machine drainpipe backs up and floods family room, resulting in tearing up of front sidewalk so that buried drainpipe can be cut out and replaced? Grindlehaus. But the wife wouldn’t live in Grindlehaus. She couldn’t stand it.

Now we’re in Widow’s Haven – so named for the abundance of black widow spiders on the property. I think it’s a great name, and the house deserves it. But no one calls it that. Maybe it’s because I’m a Pretentious Twit. The Jewel, however – I think that’ll stick.


I got blogtagged by Rachel at Testosterhome – does that mean she actually reads this thing?

The rules are as follows:
1.Go into your archives.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Post the fifth sentence (or closest to it).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five other people to do the same thing.

Here’s my sentence, from back in April:

Just like Scrooge McDuck!

Oh, that’s a dandy. That’s Godsbody all over.

I tag Amy, Plato, Clayton, Kodiak, and just for kicks, that poet- type guy who manages a trailer park.

Apologies to any who are receiving this for the fourth or fifth time. I don’t get around much anymore.

Capote I

How does Truman get in with the straighlaced lawmen of Kansas? Their wives read fiction.

Toddler Horoscopes

Confession: I am a habitual reader of horoscopes. And I particularly enjoy reading those that apply to my nearly two-year-old daughter. Maybe it’s because the artful horoscope writer taps into the same elemental human reality that is terribly and wonderfully evident in the life of a two-year-old. Take today’s horoscope from the Spokesman Review, for example:

Sagittarius (Nov. 22-Dec. 21) *** — Your reversal could throw others out of kilter. If you get attitude, you will know why. Think of those around you and the implications of your acts. You might choose to act a bit differently. You don’t need conflict.

This is almost a verbatim transcript of exactly what her mother and I were telling her last night at 11:00 when we’d been trying to get her to go night-night for the previous three hours.

It’s Not Easy Being Green…

…but I’m not jealous. Really. I haven’t even read this yet. But I did see it in the Minneapolis airport. When you’ve made it into airport bookstores, you’ve made it. Small – so your book has a better chance of being noticed. Well-placed – your customer knows he or she is going to be stuck in one place for the next several hours, and is more likely to actually buy something.

A note on the title: He took “Bad.” I’m using “Lousy.” At least until Loyola tells me otherwise.

Word of the Week

muleman n, pl mulemen : one who tends mules

[From: the big dictionary in the library.]

Character is Destiny…

…sounds like something I read somewhere…

I never read Rick “Judy Don’t Be” Moody’s novel The Ice Storm (Chris Berman comes to lit-land!), but I did see the movie. And what I liked in the movie, or one of the things I liked, is that when Joan Allen tries a little revenge adultery at a key party following her discovery of her husband’s infidelity, it goes not at all well. She’s a fundamentally decent person, and her rage at her betrayal cannot change that. She can do a wicked thing to get back at her husband, but she can’t enjoy it the way he can. She’s good, you see.

Stalling on the home stretch with the book. Urg.