Well, in a few hours I’ll be on my way to Asheville for the Clark’s Harvest Gathering. It actually feels pretty good to know I’ll be travelling.
Against my better judgement, I’m going to attempt National Novel Writing Month this year. I’ve talked several students and at least two other teachesr into joining me in my madness.
Shayn Davenport just wrote to say I’m on youtube now. I hope it’s good; I haven’t got sound just now.
Good Night, World.
I’m on my way (Much too late) to bed, having procrastinated too long on my weekend chores. Before I go, though, I wanted to point out a few fun things I’ve found around the internet over the last few days.
First, Flopping Bill Cantrell. I’ll tell you more about him later. I’m really happy to have found his picture, though.
Spacewesterns.com is running a story by H.P. Lovecraft set in the wild west. How cool (and timely) is that? Also, there’s a spacewesterns.com. Who knew?
I’ve been investigating a mystery thrift store mug I found. It’s got an electrified chicken. I’ll see if I can get a picture of it here and tell you what I’ve learned.
I love exploring abandoned places. It’s great to see trees growing inside forsaken shopping malls, to see nature reclaiming one more place. There’s a lot of beauty to be found on this site.
This symbol is wonderful. It’s a little bit Gye Nyame and a little bit yin-yang with an embryonic Bubble-Bobble theme worked in. All supported by ‘Love’ and ‘Hate’ in English on the wall of an abandoned warehouse in Japan someplace.
So, umm, I don’t want to lose the momentum I found last friday.
Instead of actually working at writing coherent thoughts, how about a list of some of my favorite famous people and things? Lists are always good, right?
Antoine de Saint-Exupery’s The Little Prince; Peter Pan; George MacDonald; Alexander McCall Smith; Diana Wynne Jones; Neil Gaiman; Terry Pratchett; N.T. Wright; Jacques Ellul; Terry Jones’ War on the War on Terror; Monty Python’s Flying Circus; Terry Gilliam’s films; The Life of Brian; Oscar Wilde; e.e. cummings; Tom Waits; Dave McKean; Jonni Greth; G. K. Chesterton; Madeleine L’Engle; San Francisco, city of my birth; Wendell Berry, small farmer and small writer; the Tales books by David Mains (Tales of the Kingdom and Tales of the Resistance have been very important to me since I was very young. I hope I find a copy of Tales of the Restoration); Marva J. Dawn; Walter Brueggeman; Stephen Fry; Hugh Laurie; Rowan Atkinson; Doctor Who; David Tennant as Doctor Who; Ross Noble; Craig Ferguson; Q.I.; Alan Davies.
I could keep this up for ages!
So what sort of things do I tell the world at 1:30 in the morning when I can’t sleep? I know you’re all holding your breath, dying to know. One of the problems I have with journalling or writing letters (I figure that this blog fits somewhere in between those things) is that there are always so, so many things that seem interesting or important and they all clamour for my attention and it’s impossible to sort them out and pick one.
So here’s a random-access-stream-of-consciousness journey through the mind of Joby:
- Decibelage is a horrible word. In fact, it isn’t one.
- Josh and Erica are to be married tomorrow (Well, this) afternoon. I’ve just met all of Josh’s brothers and lost at poker.
- I played my accordion at the rooms gallery last night. Other acts were wonderful and noteworthy. There are such things as forensic dentists. Remind me to tell you more.
- Writing is 2% inspiration and 98% not allowing yourself to be distracted by the internet.
- Sabatella’s Law of Sucking: If you put off doing the
uncomfortable becausde you know you will suck at first, you won’t get
anywhere, and will still suck when you finally do get around to trying
it. Suck now, or suck later – your choice. (Coincidences abound: this law entered my notebook on Oct 17th 2007)
- Samuel Renshaw.
- Who am I, anyway, as defined by my likes, interests and things I wish I was good at.
- The Importance of Being Earnest.
- All the wonderful things on the internet which I wish everyone knew about and liked.
- The Graveyard Book
- Corduroy Mansions
- I should write more.
I am not a person who has trouble sleeping. Tonight, though, with a dozen thoughts parading around my head and no sleep in sight I’ve finally given in to the most persistent thought: You should finally get around to blogging.
So here I am, dusting off the old wordpress account that’s lain dormant for years and what do you know but that it’s been exactly two years today (Well… before midnight, it was) since the last “I should write more” placeholder I put here. Back then I was living for a few months on the Old Kentucky Shark and I thought it would be neat to keep in touch by posting here. As I predicted, nothing really came of it.
This time, though, this time will be different!