I’m in Nashville, which is beautiful and warm (although pretty much anything is probably warm compared to Portland) and would be perfect in every way except for….the pollen. Which has me sneezing and my eyes running and itching in a way I’ve never quite experienced before. It still does not affect my love for this […]
I am in beautiful Springfield, Tennessee, where there are rolling green fields and the air feels totally different than it does in beautiful Portland, Oregon–mostly because it is warm. I’m staying at the home of Terry Price, and we are theoretically working on the Loft. No, we are really working on it–we have been chatting […]
Well, I’ve been home over a week now and as a matter of fact I’m taking off tomorrow for New York City. But that is another story and another blog post. Anyway, the time seems right to post my photos from Nashville. Actually, the time was right about a few days ago but I started […]
I’m leaving on a jet plane tomorrow. (I know, I know, I can’t help it–I have all these old songs playing in my head.) I’ll be in Nashville for the Loft Literary Day, which is on Saturday. I get to meet with students and sit and enjoy the lectures of other mentors. Usually I am […]
Happy Fourth of July. It strikes me as amusing that this is one holiday we often refer to by date, as in have a good Fourth. Rarely do we refer to it as Independence Day. Think about it–we don’t say Happy Twenty-Fifth for Christmas. Odd. Updates: Joe Bare sent me a link to a […]
Went to a party on the Venice canals on Saturday night. It was a large party, with multiple bands playing sequentially, the grill going full time with hot dogs and hamburgers, and a great potluck spread. We were there as the guests of film director and producer Lina Shanklin, even though she never made it […]
I’m in LA this week, to see clients and friends. I flew down here yesterday on the first Alaska flight out of Portland on Monday morning, and the back of the plane was full of creative commuters. Besides moi, there was the Danish screenwriter that I sat next to. Across the way, a man was […]
