Hey gang, I’ve reemerged for a one month period during which I wrote over 300 pages of new stuff for books. And good grief, I need a break from that, so here I am.
My speaking calendar is getting busy again. In October I’ll be in Wisconsin, Monterrey, Minneapolis, and Arkansas. Most of it’s private library stuff. If you’re going to any of the big conferences, you already know where I’m going to be.
Some of the pain I get from repetitive movements has gotten worse, so I’m trying out a new round of vitamins and anti-inflammatory nutrition practices. Nothing unusual, just really making an effort to clean up my diet so I can run some experiments from which I can actually draw some conclusions. [Read more...]
This happened to me near the medical section of the library. Also, some useful background information: I have a couple of new tattoos.
“Cool tattoo!” she said. “Is that from Alien?”
“No, it’s from Alien 3.”
“I’m just teasing. It’s actually from Moby Dick. I didn’t even think Alien 3 was that good.”
“But there’s no alien in Moby Dick!”
“No. It’s a whale.” (It really does like a whale, I have a very good artist)
“What’s that one? Hey, is that Dick Tracy?”
“No, it’s from Cormac McCarthy.”
“Did he write Dick Tracy?”
“No. He wrote The Road most recently.”
“Oh, the Jack Kerouac one?”
“No, that’s On The Road. Did you read it?”
“No. I saw the movie. Bella’s in it.”
The end. That really happened.
I woke up this morning from what I think might be my favorite dream that I’ve ever had.
I was waiting in a crowd in a conference room. We were all excited, and all that we’d been told was that the guest would be a huge surprise. We were all speculating about who might walk through those doors, when here he came!
It was a man in a nice black suit. He had the head of a fish. This didn’t seem to bother anyone. He walked to the front of the room and took his place behind the podium.
He leaned forward and tapped the microphone, testing to see if it was on. Then he opened his fish mouth and said:
“Call me Fishmael.” We erupted in cheers. That was how the dream ended.
I woke up and immediately began shaking my head. But I laughed. A nice start to the day.
Call me Fishmael.