SNYDERMANIA: "The Eight-Fingered Criminal's Son" Flash Read

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

"The Eight-Fingered Criminal's Son" Flash Read - Saturday, August 18th

My flash read team is world class, baby.

It is without hyperbole that I state Dickey "Tom Jones" Imburgia is a legit top notch comedic actor. He's even funnier than Rick Moranis.Yeah, I said it. I meant it too.

My former student and current day professional cameraman Steven Bogumil handled the camerawork while former student and current film school student Austin Imburgia edited the video. Seriously impressive work on both counts. Steven and Austin are skateboard film makers at heart. I'll be sure to post some links to their skater videos soon.

My little girl Sophia did a darned good job being cute and chucking snowballs if I don't say so myself.

For our next trick, we'll be knocking out a flash read at an Arizona grocery store.

The point of these flash reads is to sell books. you can purchase the book and the electronic version by clicking on the link below.

http://www.amazon.com/Eight-Fingered-Criminals-Son-William-Snyder/dp/1468142585/ref=sr_1_1_title_0_main?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1343873414&sr=1-1&keywords=the+eight-fingered+criminal%27s+son

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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?