Sunday, August 28, 2005

8/28/05 Plain Dealer column by John Kroll

It's seldom that I get excited about the Sunday PD. After all, 50% of the articles are reprinted from the NY Times and I've already read them. However, John Kroll's column in the business section today had me hollering "Amen, brother! Sing it!" It's here for you out of towners.

Anyway, the point is that Cleveland needs to stop grasping at crappy plans to make it a world class city and realize that it's still cheap to live here. And that along with its cost of living, there's great amenities, a well-educated workforce, the weather's not that bad, people are nice, and you can be yourself here. It's fun. You can take chances. So why can't we get some small business incubation and grab some corporations who would like to base their workforce where it's cheap but nice? Cleveland as a city should make itself into Target.

Which is exactly why I still live here. And why I wonder that more people don't give Cleveland a chance.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Tales From The "Liberry"

NBC could have saved themselves lots of money by passing on an American version of "The Office" and just buying the rights to this blog instead. It lends itself well to a faux documentary or surreal narrative style.

http://liberry.blogspot.com

Penzey's One

That Bill Penzey. Not satisfied with just a note in the catalog, he had to start himself a vanity magazine.

It wouldn't be so bad but for the clumsy prose, the photos that look like they were taken in 1970, and the unappetizing recipes. Oh, and a layout more amateurish than my local free paper. Dude, that's why no one subscribed and you had to send me a free copy!

Penzey's--great spices, too much ego.

The magazine is great for collage though.

Half.com Update

Just a note--my half.com books are listed under the user name atomiclibrarian. I have a variety of stuff up at the moment: fiction, cookbooks, textbooks. My mom had me list about 40 books when I visited two weeks ago. She's sold $50 worth since then. Envy, envy.

However, inquiring minds want to know: what is it about Willa Cather and John Steinbeck that makes my sister Aces such a fan? And in general, what can you assume about people from the books they read? Is that different from what they own or what they decide to keep? How do possessions, or specifically books, reveal who you are? Does it matter if you own them but haven't read them?

Just idle pondering. It's not often I indulge in such, so mark the calendar of this momentous occasion.

More Rant N' Snark, Less Review

For Mandy, who wanted more snark and less review:

Now, I had nothing to rant about. I was in a swell mood, even if I had cleaned the house and still had more to do. I hate the vacuum and vacuuming in general, and I wasn't even in a cranky mood from that. I am all sunshine and smiles these days. Nothing gets me down.

Until I was in the car this morning listening to NPR. WHY THE FUCKING HELL WAS LIANE HANSON TALKING TO SOMEONE WHO MADE "THE 40 YEAR OLD VIRGIN"!!!!!!!!!!!!??????

It's not like this film has not been extensively review in the trade press, the newspaper, has 3 commercials per hour on tv, and is all over the media. It is not as if there are other outlets for this. Why must it invade the "intellectual alternative" airways too? Liane and her producers should be ashamed. No money for you this year--I've been noticing story cannibalism from mainstream media outlets for the last year, and it's annoying and lazy. This is the final straw.

I know the ending, and all the good jokes and I haven't seen the film.

Maybe Hollywood should consider that no one wants to pay $10 to see a flick that they've had rammed into their brains. Maybe moviegoers are burned out from overexposure.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Inspiration

My neighbors are building a geodome in their front yard.

People ask me a lot why I don't write fiction. A lot of it is because I could never come up with the level of crazy that swirls around me on a daily basis. And because I do look down on writers who base their fiction too closely on their own lives--too much emotional vomit, not enough creativity.