I got the impression last night that U2 really wants to be the first band to play a rock concert in outer space. Their stage set-up was pure spectacle, something Bono kept referring to as a space ship. Occasionally, while the band was playing, footage of astronauts floating in zero-G through the International Space Station danced across the ( Read more... )

No joke: I was actually able to get up this morning and crank out some writing. More work done on a new untitled short story, which was groovy.

I admit I didn't see the humor in this until I started browsing my F-list later on this morning. (Zak, you are a bad man.) And it is entirely possible that the calendar is pulling one over on me, that this ( Read more... )

What did I do on the 4th of July?  Saw a banner plane crash into the surf running distance from my parent's house.  Luckily, no one was injured -- not the pilot, and no one in the water (which is amazingly fortunate, considering I've never seen that beach so crowded).  I can't upload pictures from work, but Cordell's got some on his site.  Also, ( Read more... )

It hit me sometime yesterday -- in five days I'll be in the UK.  Holy crap.  Lots of stuff to do, in preparation for the trip, writing, and otherwise.  There's probably still several levels of panic I have to experience, but right now the fact that we're taking a red-eye Friday night feels like little more than a fantasy.

BRMC put on a good show ( Read more... )

Tomorrow (Wednesday) at 6:30pm I'm going to be participating in another reading for my writer's club.  I think I'll be the closing act, and I think I'll be reading the first chapter of Superspiff and the Toothpick Kid (again) and God-Shaped Box, since they're both pretty short.  If you're anywhere near Whittier and want to pop by, the library's ( Read more... )

Emma and I hooked up with some friends last night and caught Bruce Sprinsteen and the E Street Band last night.  Holy cow, what a show!

Here's the set-list:

Radio Nowhere
No Surrender
Lonesome Day
Gypsy Biker
Magic
Reason To Believe 
Candy's Room 
She's The One 
Livin' In The Future 
The Promised Land 
Town Called Heartbreak
Backstreets 
Working On The ( Read more... )

Last week was probably one of the busiest weeks of my life in recent years.  Monday, I had my local writer's group.  Tuesday was Claire's music lesson.  Wednesday was the Library Reading, Thursday was Daddy and Claire night (Em went out to dinner with some friends), Friday I spent a good chunk of the day blitzing friends about "Last Respects" ( Read more... )