Saturday, October 01, 2005
"We were contacted by an inspector with Small Business Administration, met
him in Kenner yesterday at 8:00 A M, and he got us past the police
roadblocks into our neighborhood. You wouldn't believe it. It looks like a
war zone. Hundreds of trees are down everywhere, some snapped in half,
others uprooted and catapulted into homes. Debris everywhere, including
boats miles from their anchorages, ruined cars by the square yard. But we
got to our house and found several miracles in progress. Jean's studio was
totaled, ditto the living room, kitchen, and laundry room. But upstairs,
the bedroom, my study, and the attic just the way I left them, including
Jean's birthday gifts lying intact on the floor. All my books in place
without a sign of damp stain or mold."
Today the following comment was added to that post: "I just read the three comments about me regarding the story I wrote, 'No Class Chick.' Tell these three people I'm gonna be publishing a book of previously unpublished stories pretty soon. Sure, 'No Class Chick' was funny. But I hadda sidestep a lotta shit. Now I don't. Oh and also I'm a lot funnier now."
I'm sure a lot more than three people will be looking forward to the publication of that book.
THE LAST TIME ALLAN GUTHRIE WENT back to his native Orkney, he noticed that the local paper had started a crime column. The police chief was chewing over the latest act of law-breaking on the island. 'Some old lady's plant pot had been taken out of her garden and dumped in the middle of the road,' he says, trying to smother a smile. 'Not the stuff of dark crime fiction.'"
I got this link from Duane Swierczynski over at the Secret Dead Blog. Click it for the full profile of Al (Sunshine) Guthrie, author of the acclaimed Two-Way Split and Kiss Her Good-Bye.
I got this link from Duane Swierczynski over at the Secret Dead Blog. The article's fairly long, and it's a fine profile of Al (Sunshine) Guthrie. Must reading for fans of Two Way Split and Kiss Her Good-Bye.
Friday, September 30, 2005
Fast-forward to 2005. Old Bill Crider goes to a theater to see Serenity. He never saw Firefly, the TV series it's an extension of, so he doesn't know what to expect. But what he gets is that issue of Imaginative Tales, a little updated, maybe, but still pretty much the same characters, same story, same sense of fun, and for two hours Old Bill is is blissfully happy, transported back to a time he never thought he'd visit again. George Lucas might have made this movie once upon a time, but now he's completely unable to (if we're to judge by the last three Star Wars episodes). I'm glad that someone knows how, and now I'll have to find Firefly on DVD.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Arrggghhhh!: "Jennifer Hawkins and Michael Caton have been tipped to become castaways and assume leading roles in the movie version of the 1960s comedy favourite Gilligan's Island."Less than three weeks after the real life Gilligan - actor Bob Denver - passed away, Adam Sandler looks set to play the Skipper's little buddy on the big screen."
Former Playboy model Anna Nicole Smith is going to the Supreme Court. Justices said Tuesday they would consider Smith's appeal over the fortune of her 90-year-old late husband.
The stripper-turned-reality television star stands to win as much as $474 million that a bankruptcy judge initially said she was entitled to. The case will be argued before the justices early next year.
She has not gotten any money from the estate of J. Howard Marshall II, an oil tycoon who married her in 1994 when he was 89 and she was 26. Marshall, one of Texas' wealthiest men, died in 1995.
At issue for the court is a relatively mundane technical issue: when may federal courts hear claims that are also involved state probate proceedings. But the facts of the case are eye-catching.
The 1993 Playmate of the Year and self-described "blonde bombshell" claims her husband promised her millions but that his scheming son cut her out of the estate.
Bum Phillips once said of Don Shula's coaching ability, "He can take his'n and beat your'n and he can take your'n and beat his'n."
So what does that have to do with Dolly Parton? Check out her new CD, Those Were the Days, and you'll have the answer. It's a CD of mostly cover tunes, some of them with the original artists singing along, and in every case Dolly's version is definitive. She can take another artist's song and make it her own, but the reverse isn't true. When she sings one of her own songs, nobody else can top it.
Maybe my favorite song on the new CD is "The Twelfth of Never." You have to be as old as I am, I guess, to remember the Johnny Mathis version, which sold a jillion copies. Dolly's take on the song is about as different from the original as it can be (and Johnny doesn't sing on it with her; Keith Urban does). It's sort of country and bluegrassy, if you can imagine that. When the song's over, Urban says, "You give me chills, Dolly." Me, too. This is a CD I'll be listening to again and again.
Monday, September 26, 2005
Would you believe he's only sleeping? I wish that were the case. But according to the news reports, Agent 86 has gone to that big Cone of Silence in the sky. As usual, hearing something like this makes me feel ancient, as I remember the show's premier well, and I remember Barbara Feldon, Agent 99, when she was rolling around on a tiger skin for Top Brass. I'm glad she, at least, is still around. The Get Smart DVD set was just about to be released, I think, and this surely would have brought Adams some well-deserved attention. First Maynard G. Krebs, and now Maxwell Smart. Another icon gone.
Would You Pay to Read Thomas Friedman?
I expect by now everyone’s got an opinion on TimesSelect, the New York Times’s paid offering of their columnists and archives. Jay Rosen certainly does, and his makes a lot of sense to me.
The concept that people would actually pay to read a Thomas Friedman column is, to me, indicative of the problems this world currently faces.
But if you’re addicted to Krugman or Rich, you’ve probably already found a site that Rosen points to, Never Pay Retail.
Here’s the blurb supplied by the proprieter, John Tabin:
Each day, today’s regular New York Times op-ed columns will be noted, each with a post title indicating the name of the columnist and the Times’s title for the column. As they become available — usually within a few days — at least one link will be added in the body of each post to a syndicated copy of the column from a news source that doesn’t charge for access.
A long quest for booty from the Spanish colonial era appears to be culminating in Chile with the announcement by a group of adventurers that they have found an estimated 600 barrels of gold coins and Incan jewels on the remote Pacific island.
"The biggest treasure in history has been located," said Fernando Uribe-Etxeverria, a lawyer for Wagner, the Chilean company leading the search. Mr Uribe-Etxeverria estimated the value of the buried treasure at US$10bn (£5.6bn).
The hoard is supposedly buried 15 metres (50ft) deep on Robinson Crusoe island, also known as the Juan Fernández island, home to Scottish sailor Alexander Selkirk, the adventurer immortalised by Daniel Defoe as Robinson Crusoe. Selkirk was dumped on the island and lived alone for four years before being rescued. His exploits brought worldwide attention to the islands.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
From The Telegraph: For James Dean fans it has been the ultimate unsolved riddle. Just who was behind the wheel the day the actor, only 24, died?
For 50 years, since his death in a car crash on September 30, 1955, Dean has been portrayed as a daredevil driver whose speeding and recklessness on the road caused his own death.
Now, new evidence has emerged proving that not only was Dean driving safely, but at a much lower speed than was believed at the time.
Check out the article for more. This was a death that had a big impact on me as a young guy.