SNYDERMANIA: Eight Fingered Criminal's Son Flashread at Papa Joe's Barbershop

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Eight Fingered Criminal's Son Flashread at Papa Joe's Barbershop - August 4, 2012

The flashread campaign is in full swing. Dickie "Tom Jones" Imburgia is brilliant. The next flashread will go down Saturday, August 11th.

THE BOOK FROG in Rolling Hills, California is hosting THE EIGHT-FINGERED CRIMINAL'S SON CHEESE WHIZ EVENT on October 6th at 2 pm. Rick Moranis has been invited. More exciting than that, Dickie "Tom Jones" Imburgia is thinking about attending.

My new novel will be rleased in 2013.

6 comments:

Gypsi said...: What will your new novel be about?; August 5, 2012 at 10:51 AM
Gypsi said...: What will your new novel be about?; August 5, 2012 at 10:51 AM
Gypsi said...: What is your new novel about?; August 5, 2012 at 10:52 AM
Gypsi said...: What is your new novel about?; August 5, 2012 at 10:52 AM
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#167 Dad said...: An English teacher has a transcendentalist experience in which he visits the Spirit Guide Bar. He works out mid-life issues with the Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz and bartender Ernest Hemingway.; August 5, 2012 at 3:09 PM

NORTHERN EXPOSURE

Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.

FIELD OF DREAMS

Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?