SNYDERMANIA: Oct 28, 2012

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Pyramid Outburst, A Prairie Home Companion, Lucy the Dog,The Spirit Guide Bar, Bryan Frank's Mid-Life Crisis, The Eight-Fingered Criminal's Son, The Book Frog and Pete the Pelvis

Pyramid Outburst is a good beer to enjoy while relaxing at dusk as the radio plays the soothing songs and stories of A Prairie Home Companion and your eight year-old daughter plays with the dog your 21 year-old daughter asked you to watch for just one week week something like three months ago.

My focus has shifted to editing my new book The Spirit Guide Bar, scheduled for release in early 2013.

My buddy Bryan Frank is buying a motorcycle. Bryan said he's having a mid-life crisis. Since Bryan is 50, he can't really be having a mid-life crisis unless he's going to live to be 100. I told Bryan if I ever hit the lottery or sell a hundred thousand books I'm getting one of those motorcycles with a side car. Yeah, I can see it now: the open road, goggles, an aviator cap, bugs in my teeth. Couldn't get much cooler than that. Am I rambling?

You can order a copy of The Eight Fingered Criminal's Son at the link below.
http://www.amazon.com/The-Eight-Fingered-Criminals-Son-ebook/dp/B0083LH4HU/ref=tmm_kin_title_0

If you happen to live in or around Los Angeles you can pick up a copy of The Eight-Fingered Criminal's Son at THE BOOK FROG in Rolling Hills. Pete Ledesma, one of the owners, is a former Elvis impersonator who used to be known as Pete the Pelvis.
https://www.facebook.com/TheBookFrog#!/TheBookFrog

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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?