I was trying to figure out what to do with my time this summer -- beside pre-studying for German I (if it runs!) -- and nothing appeals to me. It's either not practical, too boring, too expensive, or just... too much water under the bridge to be a realistic option. And yes, that is what you think I am talking about. Fandom is weird. You can be out of it for years -- never even think about it, except perhaps when you notice Anne's name in a book on sci-fi -- and something causes you to take notice of it again, and you feel it calling to you: a siren luring you back to the world of Pern...
Speaking of Pern, what the heck has happened to all of the Pern writing clubs --- and why do I feel like I asked that before? There's scores of forum clubs with scenarios and dragon colors that make me want to go *twitch*, but expect for the obvious three of TW, AW, and DF, serious canon writing clubs seem to have faded from the scene. How different that is from when I started.
So, assuming that anyone is actually reading this and has gotten down this far, are there any suggestions as to what should I do this summer as a hobby? The only must-have requirements are low or no cost and I need some friendly / positive human interaction.
Billy Graham was returning to Charlotte after a speaking engagement and when his Plane arrived there was a limousine there to transport him to his home. As he prepared to get into the limo, he stopped and spoke to the driver. 'You know' he said, 'I am 87 years old and I have never driven a limousine. Would you mind if I drove it for a while?' The driver said, 'No problem. Have at it.' Billy gets into the driver's seat and they head off down the highway. A short distance away sat a rookie State Trooper operating his first speed trap. The long black limo went by him doing 70 in a 55 mph zone.
The trooper pulled out and easily caught the limo and he got out of his patrol car to begin the procedure. The young trooper walked up to the driver's door and when the glass was rolled down, he was surprised to see who was driving. He immediately excused himself and went back to his car and called his supervisor. He told the supervisor, 'I know we are supposed to enforce the law.... But I also know that important people are given certain courtesies. I need to know what I should do because I have stopped a very important person.' The supervisor asked, 'Is it the governor?' The young trooper said, 'No, he's more important than that.' The supervisor said, 'Oh, so it's the president.' The young trooper said, 'No, he's even more important than that.' The supervisor finally asked, 'Well then, who is it?' The young trooper said, 'I think it's Jesus, because he's got Billy Graham for a chauffeur!'
The book is "The year when stardust fell" by Raymond Jones. I read this in grade school as a YA trade paperback. All I can find now are hardcover copies ranging from 50 to 400+ dollars -- way too much for my blood. If anyone happens to know where I can find this in the $1 to $10 dollar range, could you let me know? Thanks.
In trying to decided on what to post here this holiday season, all of the traditional standbys seemed too... cliche for my taste. And so, on this Christmas Eve, I have decided to go with a World War II era ad from the New York, New Haven, & Hartford Railroad entitled "The Kid in Upper 4." Regardless of our feelings toward the outgoing president, let us not forget the young men and women who are far from home at this time of year...
"The Kid in Upper 4"
"It is 3:42 a.m. on a troop train. Men wrapped in blankets are breathing heavily. Two in every lower berth. One in every upper. This is no ordinary trip. It may be their last in the U.S.A. till the end of the war. Tomorrow they will be on the high seas. One is wide awake ... listening ... staring into the blackness.
It is the kid in Upper 4.
Tonight, he knows, he is leaving behind a lot of little things - and big ones. The taste of hamburgers and pop ... the feel of driving a roadster over a six-lane highway ... a dog named Shucks, or Spot, or Barnacle Bill. The pretty girl who writes so often ... that gray-haired man, so proud and awkward at the station ... the mother who knit the socks he'll wear soon. Tonight he's thinking them over. There's a lump in his throat. And maybe - a tear fills his eye. It doesn't matter, Kid. Nobody will see ... it's too dark.
A couple of thousand miles away, where he's going, they don't know him very well. But people all over the world are waiting, praying for him to come. And he will come, this kid in Upper 4. With new hope, peace and freedom for a tired, bleeding world.
Next time you are on the train, remember the kid in Upper 4.
If you have to stand enroute - it is so he may have a seat.
If there is no berth for you - it is so that he may sleep.
If you have to wait for a seat in the diner - it is so he ... and thousands like him ... may have a meal they won't forget in the days to come.
For to treat him as our most honored guest is the least we can do to pay a mighty debt of gratitude.
1. Stop talking about politics for a moment or two. 2. Post a reasonably-sized picture in your LJ, NOT under a cut tag, of something pleasant, such as an adorable kitten, or a fluffy white cloud, or a bottle of booze. Something that has NOTHING TO DO WITH POLITICS. 3. Include these instructions, and share the love.
So, it's half past three in the morning on November 1st and I am wide awake. No, I didn't just get home from any sort of Halloween party -- in fact, for the first time in a couple of years, I didn't even dress up for the thing. With no classes on Fridays this semester and no other plans, there wasn't any point.
Instead, I spent a few frustrating hours at the Billy Rose Theatre Collection of the New York Public Library researching my term paper for theatre history class. It was frustrating because all of the material I identified as being of use to me was not on site. Some is actually located at a different location, and others are out of circulation for barcoding and digital cataloging. The former means another trip into the city, and the latter means I can probably forget about seeing it before my paper is due. *grumble*
Why is it that things never seem to go easy???
Anywho.... It's November 1st which means that it's time once again for NaNoWriMo ( http://www.nanowrimo.org ). This year's novel has a working title of "Untitled Melodrama: 2008," and so far I 555 words. Do I think I can do all of my classwork plus write 50,000 words? No, but NaNoWriMo is fun, and so I shall just go with the flow and see where it takes me. Best of luck to all of you who are working on a novel too!