Friday, November 3rd, 11pm
This month’s edition is our 2nd Annual 60 SECONDS MAX! Featuring over 50 acts, each no longer than 60 seconds, including:
Archive | October, 2006
Friday, November 3rd, 11pm
Jacksons Books in Salem where I read in 2002 and where I just read last night from Shoot the Buffalo (after a four drive there/four drive back) is closing at the end of this year. The co-owner of the store, Greg Millard, hid in the back well past the time the reading should have started. I wandered the stacks and tried to recognize anyone (the two or three patrons) who happened to be in the store. I could tell I freaked them out because they left. I was the only one in the store.
I am still a fan of the incessant Nigerian letters extolling money through the web. A pale echo of this arrived in my inbox today:
I found this note in a description of a children’s book:
“It is something of a shock to discover in the d’Aulaire’s fine picture-book life of George Washington (1936) for the youngest children the repellent phrase, “He learned to be good and honest and never tell a lie.”
— Children and Books, May Hill Arbuthnot
The program consists of three readings by four readers at the Jack Straw studios in the University District in Seattle in the spring of 2007. Each event will be recorded and KUOW (Seattle’s NPR affiliate) will select portions of the reading to go on the air. Jack Straw also produces a neatly designed, perfect-bound anthology of the readers, and has a long archive of past spoken word performances dating back to the 1950s. In past years, readers have read at additional venues such as Bumbershoot or The Seattle Public Library.
I was inspired by Matt’s story about eating earwig larvae and decided to turn the experience into a song. Enjoy! — Myshkin
Yes. This is a song from a story I wrote about eating baby earwigs.
Residents of North Bend will receive a literary treat Oct. 17 when
Snoqualmie Valley native Matt Briggs reads his latest novel “Shoot the
Buffalo” at the North Bend library at 7 p.m. Like all his novels, the story takes place in Snoqualmie Valley.
What is Greenland exactly? It used to be a continent but has since been down-graded to an island, not even an island unto itself, but according to Wikipeda “an island associated with North America.” In a map of actual continents Greenland is grouped with North America.
I have an atlas. An atlas is a book people used to use that contained maps drawn by cartographers and had very little to do with satellite images. An atlas is a type of book like a dictionary that the Internet does better and I suspect it will disappear. In my atlas, Greenland is missing. It is pictured in the Arctic Ocean. The Western Coast of the island appears in the map of North America. But, there is no map of Greenland. So on one hand, as a large shape distorted beyond its size in by the Mercator projection designed to fit a round world on a flat and square book, Greenland benefited. It was even called a continent. On the other hand in a book, Greenland could go missing because it did not handily fit into North America or Europe. But, Greenland as many other marginal things has a place on the earth and a place on the web.
I imagine that life in Greenland would be frustrating. Where are you exactly people might ask? Greenland you would say. Is that in Wisconsin? Commercial goods would be difficult to find because whose market would you belong in? There wouldn’t be a VP of Marketing for Greenland. The North American VP of Marketing would be concerned with Canada, U.S., Mexico, etc. The European VP concerned with Europe.
Greenland, too, will most likely become an archipelago as the ice caps melt. A vast portion of Greenland is hundreds of yards under the level of the current ocean. In the future this will be sea ringed by the whatever remains above the higher ocean. Greenland will sink, and unlike Atlantis only few people will know it was even there. There used to be a continent that was really an island. Here is my atlas I will use to show them and will have to explain what an atlas is…
My car was recovered today. The police called from an apartment complex about ten blocks to the south and east of my house. There is a region of dead end roads, apartment buildings, swamps, culverts, and park and rides between Pacific Highway South and I-5. My car was parked neatly, doors unlocked, under a covered parking space, with a GM key jammed into the ignition. The apartment building had placed a green notice on the window. They’d placed it there the day I reported the car stolen. There was gas in the tank. The contents of the car were hardly pilfered — car seat, umbrella, even my tire gauge were all in place. The officer dusted the car for prints and took the GM key. I drove the car home, parked it back in the driveway where it had been stolen, and locked the doors.