stuck in airport, in the city that supposedly doesn't sleep but looks very sleepy
I am currently posting from the Las Vegas airport, where all of the food stands/stores etc. are closing (mostly already closed) now. It's about 3:00 am in Toronto and midnight here. My flight has been delayed about 2 hours (so far). Ugh. So far it has not been canceled. That's the good news.
So what shall I post about? My last few days in San Fran were mostly uneventful. I did get to go on an Alcatraz tour today, my last day in the city. It was an awesome tour. I bought a(nother) book at the gift shop. A memoir by one of the former inmates. Darwin Coon. The book is called "Alcatraz: The End of the Line." I started reading it in a San Francisco park while waiting for the cab to the airport, then I read the last 20 pages while at the San Fran airport. It was certainly a fascinating read. It's hard to believe a man could actually live that way. Most of his life was spent in various prisons. When he wasn't in prison, he was moving from small town to small town with a buddy of his. At each small town it seemed, he and his buddy would say, "Look! A bank! Let's go rob it!" Then they'd rob it. With barely any effort, actually. It was kind of sad how easy it was for them to rob banks. Then they'd take their spoils to Chicago where they'd pick up some girls and go on a spree... before heading out to rob more banks. Then when he was 26, he was sent to Alcatraz. Alcatraz closed and he was sent to another prison. Eventually he managed to fight some of his charges and got released, and eventually became a born-again Christian. You know how it is.
He signed the book for me at the gift shop. Seemed like a nice man. Very quiet.
I highly recommend going on the Alcatraz tour if you're ever in San Francisco.
While on my first plane, I read the December 2007 issue of F&SF, except for the novelet "Bone Man," which I'll get to eventually. Finisterra was pretty good. My favourite in the magazine though was "Stray" by Benjamin Rosenbaum and David Ackert. It was a haunting story (for me) about the burdens on a god's conscience. "Who Brought Tulips to the Moon?", also in that issue, by S. L. Gilbow, reminded me of my story "The Forty-One Second Killer." It was better than mine, of course. Institutionalized suicide. Gotta love it.
Just started reading "Spin." Cassie has tempered my excitement, but Thomas liked it, so we'll see.
Now my father wants to usurp control of my laptop to check his email. Adios everyone!
(Oh, and I keep seeing that damned 'Twilight' series everywhere in these bloody airports! Ach!)
So what shall I post about? My last few days in San Fran were mostly uneventful. I did get to go on an Alcatraz tour today, my last day in the city. It was an awesome tour. I bought a(nother) book at the gift shop. A memoir by one of the former inmates. Darwin Coon. The book is called "Alcatraz: The End of the Line." I started reading it in a San Francisco park while waiting for the cab to the airport, then I read the last 20 pages while at the San Fran airport. It was certainly a fascinating read. It's hard to believe a man could actually live that way. Most of his life was spent in various prisons. When he wasn't in prison, he was moving from small town to small town with a buddy of his. At each small town it seemed, he and his buddy would say, "Look! A bank! Let's go rob it!" Then they'd rob it. With barely any effort, actually. It was kind of sad how easy it was for them to rob banks. Then they'd take their spoils to Chicago where they'd pick up some girls and go on a spree... before heading out to rob more banks. Then when he was 26, he was sent to Alcatraz. Alcatraz closed and he was sent to another prison. Eventually he managed to fight some of his charges and got released, and eventually became a born-again Christian. You know how it is.
He signed the book for me at the gift shop. Seemed like a nice man. Very quiet.
I highly recommend going on the Alcatraz tour if you're ever in San Francisco.
While on my first plane, I read the December 2007 issue of F&SF, except for the novelet "Bone Man," which I'll get to eventually. Finisterra was pretty good. My favourite in the magazine though was "Stray" by Benjamin Rosenbaum and David Ackert. It was a haunting story (for me) about the burdens on a god's conscience. "Who Brought Tulips to the Moon?", also in that issue, by S. L. Gilbow, reminded me of my story "The Forty-One Second Killer." It was better than mine, of course. Institutionalized suicide. Gotta love it.
Just started reading "Spin." Cassie has tempered my excitement, but Thomas liked it, so we'll see.
Now my father wants to usurp control of my laptop to check his email. Adios everyone!
(Oh, and I keep seeing that damned 'Twilight' series everywhere in these bloody airports! Ach!)