three questions

Well it is an historic night. Obama has presumptively cinched the nomination. The first viable black nominee for president. That pretty much rocks. I watched his speech, which was great. And I got an e-mail from Hillary, which was kinda sad. She’s still a close second in my estimations.

All of which leaves me with three compelling socio-political questions:

  • Why is it that, in a can of fruit cocktail, the pears are always on top and the peaches are on the bottom? Check it out. I’m not lyin’.

  • Why is it that, when you bite the inside of your lip, you keep biting it again and again in the same place?

  • Why is it that, even though the TV season was delayed for months by the writer’s strike, we’re already watching phreekin reruns?

Get back to me on these, wooodja?

more of a little heaven

If you’re checking out the chapter I posted last night, I’ve updated it. I found a mistake in location. I had moved my characters out of a room into a hallway, then had one of them still sitting in a chair, back in the room. So I fixed that.

Also, I updated the page design to make it more readable.

Link

New Chapter

I’ve posted a new chapter of my novel, if you’re interested.

I’ve been thinking about it quite a bit, and I have misgivings. I’m concerned that the story serves the language, while the language should serve the story.

See what you think.

category me

Finally, Kyle is among the names given to tropical cyclones in the Atlantic. I have waited so many years for this, and the fact that the names were announced – or at least the news reached me – on my birthday yesterday makes it oh so much sweeter.

When I was a kid, I was one of maybe 5 guys named Kyle in the U.S., including the famous soccer player Kyle Rote. Now it’s a very popular name. It’s gotten to the point that if I’m in a store and hear a woman yell something like, “Kyle get over here. Put that down! No you can’t have a toy,” I barely look around.

So many times, we have been passed up by less popular names like Hugo. Now at last we have a shot at the title! We can be somebody – a contender. A Kyle could be a Category 5!

I’m so excited. And I’ll be watching the eastern Atlantic as the summer bears on. The way travel costs are going, this may be the only way a Kyle ever gets a Caribbean vacation.

to my congresswoman on memorial day

Dear Mrs. Capps:

Thank you for your continued service to the South Coast. I have received your e-mail “honoring the fallen,” on Memorial Day. I believe that for a year and a half, Congress has failed to do so by taking impeachment “off the table.” It is a national disgrace. There could have been no better tribute to our fallen, of this war and every war previous, than to exercise the legal and moral imperatives of the Constitution.

Respectfully …

invisible

Well, I was just checking out the stats and it looks like readership visits to the old blog are trending downward lately. It’s my fault. I haven’t been writing much for Metaphor lately. It’s partly because I’ve been writing a lot about the Warrior imagery and posting it elsewhere, and partly because I’ve been posting more political stuff elsewhere, but mostly because I’ve been working a lot on the novel.

I read something interesting the other day, about how poetry is attire for emotion. That makes sense to me for creative writing in general – at least the kinds of things that I like to write. But you know what works better as an analogy for me? There’s a scene in one of the Invisible Man movies – maybe in all of them and cartoon versions too – where the invisible guy gets spayed with water, and you can see his form because you can see the water on him.

I think writing is a lot like that. I can’t really make you see what I see. But if I dress it in words, or spray it with a fine mist of expression and get the light to hit it right, maybe you can glimpse it running – otherwise naked – into the distance.

So sometime this weekend, I’ll try to post a new chapter or something, so you can see what I’ve been up to.