Ha! I found my hook

Ha, a thought struck me. I can discuss books. Well, one sided discussions is an oxymoron, isn't it? You know what I mean, though (I'm referring to my scads of readers).

I spend too much money on books, but there are worse things to spend my salary on. I'd go to the library but I'm too disorganized and I know the fines would pile up. Plus, I'm very noisy (unintentionally). I'd probably get sushed alot. And finally, library hours are lousy and have been since Prop 13. (OK, I can hold a grudge, especially a political one. I'd have probably had a "Don't Blame Me - I Voted for Helen Gahagan Douglas" bumper sticker on my car.) No wonder we're a semi-literate society.

I just finished Queen of the Oddballs, by Hillary Carlip. It was inspiring to read about someone making a living fearlessly (juggling, writing scripts, etc.), but ultimately there wasn't any there there. She is, however, responsible for www.freshyarn.com, which publishes great essays.

Now I'm onto Sicken, by Julia Gregory, whose mother suffered from Munchausen by Proxy. Well, it's probably more accuate to say the author suffered from her mother's MBP. If I'm not feeling perky I'll have to postpone reading it , I'm afraid - that plus Leonard Cohen might make me open my veins lengthwise. Luckily I just received a book by Faith Sullivan (I loved The Cape Ann), and so I may resort to it first.

And speaking of me and apropos of nothing, unfortunately the picture of me you may have noticed is fairly accurate, except that a) I lost my glasses and need a new pair, and b) my cubicle has been upgraded to a horrific one with plexiglass dividers so everyone can watch and hear everyone else's business. But I'm moving into an office from wich I can see the bay and North Island. I'm so pleased I could purr.

And you should look at this website:

http://urbanprojekts.com/

He's a damned fine artist.