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Tim just pointed out that amazon.com is suggesting that readers buy The Communist Manifesto with Three Fortunes in One Cookie.
Now there’s a connection that eludes me. Was Karl Marx gay? Did he develop his philosophy from fortune cookies? Is it because Alyson used red font on our cover?
It’s kind of cold here right now.
I wish you could smell these. Tom took this photo a few days ago outside Tim’s kitchen window. The cool thing is, they are growing away from the apartment, so at night, they look as if they are hanging in midair because the greenery vanishes in the darkness. I call them Ghost Roses.
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So tonight is the night when we join with New Orleans writer Greg Herren at our Meteor/Borders signing to raise money for the New Orleans AIDS Task Force (NO/AIDS)–or we get drunk and wonder where everybody is.
Actually, I’m VERY moved by the donations we’ve received in the mail, and by my personal friends who, though many of them can’t make it, have sent checks so I can buy copies of the books for them tonight (since Borders donates a portion of book sales to NO/AIDS). And then there are the friends who used their extensive e-mail lists to get the word out, and friends who made sure we had plenty of flyers…and the list goes on.
Meanwhile, Greg rolled into Houston last night, and Tim and I finally got to meet him face to face after these many months of talking online. Did we like each other? Was it everything we dreamed it would be and more? Did we stay up talking until nearly 5 a.m. even though we were all exhausted? Why yes, and that answers the first two questions. We laughed, we bitched, it was better than a Jacqueline Susann novel.
And–I SCORED a cover of Greg’s next Scotty book (coming in March) because Greg got mail from Kensington just before he left New Orleans. So unless you get a Kensington catalog, you’ve SEEN IT HERE FIRST!
I am a procrastinator, and one of the things I’ve put off doing for eleven months is organizing my photos and putting them in albums. This can get overwhelming when there are a lot of them.
But I did it today, finally, and found photos I’d forgotten ever taking.
Like this one. I love potatoes, though we don’t get together as much as we once did. It’s not their fault; I love them a little too much and had to learn moderation. I think it’s sweet that they send me secret messages letting me know that they still love me.
Isn’t it strange that people who write murder mysteries are the nicest people in the world? Maybe they spend their aggression on their fictitious victims. Here are two absolutely charming Houston authors, Dean James and Julie Wray Herman.
Today I read Greg Herren’s Bourbon Street Blues, our introduction to Scotty Bradley, dancer turned personal trainer turned detective. I’d read the second in the series, Jackson Square Jazz quite a while back, and it was fun to see how it began. Scotty lives life on his own terms, a quality I always appreciate, and his parents crack me up. It was a little disquieting to read about the levees and Scotty’s visions of New Orleans under water, since the book came out in 2003.
I looked again for the cover of Greg’s next Scotty novel, Mardi Gras Mambo, to put it here, but it’s still not floating around the Internet.
Since it’s Veterans Day, I’m going to go ahead and post about Jane Fonda’s book even though I planned to wait until after I finished it. Which I almost have.
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A friend from the suburbs with three kids and a busy life takes the time to let you know she early voted and voted AGAINST Prop 2 because she believes in equality for all people.
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That diner/coffeeshop I was trying to remember was Toopees. =)
