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RE: # 45: Maybe I didn't have enough hydraulic, steam-driven spiders in my story..." ...or coffee & donuts. VROOM! VROOM! :)— October 5, 2009 12:38 a.m.
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Oops, it was "The Crystal Land," cowritten with Donald Judd, that got into Harper's Bazaar. It's like an acid trip. He and Mel Bochner snagged themselves a gig writing a piece called "Domain of the Great Bear," ostensibly about a planetarium's architecture, but there's a LOT more going on-- and got a publisher and head of a museum to sponsor it as a serious "article."— October 4, 2009 11:59 p.m.
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PS: Look at some of my comments on Pike's blog about throwing glass in stone houses, I think. I mention an interest in a 60s-70s phenomenon wherein well known artists were submitting phony articles and ads to all kinds of magazines--and getting them in! Dan Graham got "Homes in America," a photoessay published, and Ed Ruscha, who used to edit Artforum as "Eddie Russia," got fake ads in a couple of publications. My favorites? Robert Smithson's essay "Quasi-Infinities and the Waning of Space," snuck into --Harper's Bazaar!!!!— October 4, 2009 11:53 p.m.
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Barbeque Bob could submit to Food and Wine, and they might do a whole Roadkill spread--Southwest is so chic these days. Yeah. Not sure how these folk are getting enough out of the letters to really make a whole book...must be embellished...talk about self-flagellation! :)— October 4, 2009 11:50 p.m.
Sweeping Up The Shards
Oh my god, Nan. What a beautiful face. I am so sorry you are both going through this--it is the worst and longest goodbye ever, isn't it. There are many strange coincidences at work here--I lived with my Nana for long long years while she battled the onset of dementia, and my nickname from her and my best Auntie--"my little Chickadee." Something about you, Lady, feels so much like family, including your amazing snappy wit--and birdlike patter making sweet little tracks all over the site.— October 4, 2009 11:42 p.m.
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G. gets letters that address content of his plays a little, but not much. Pretty much form letters, and they add a line or two about how your "theme" doesn't work for them, or the production is too ambitious, costly, etc. Just enough to encourage potential whingers to go away for good.— October 4, 2009 11:35 p.m.
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Actually, the first page of "Post Office" is apt enough, what with all this faldelal over email and ethics: United States Post Office Los Angeles, California Office of Postmaster January 1, 1970 Memo 742 CODE OF ETHICS The attention of all employees is directed to the Code of Ethics for postal employees to set forth in Part 742 of the Postal Manual, and Conduct of Employees as outlined in Part 744 of the Postal Manual.— October 4, 2009 11:22 p.m.
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AG brainstormed: "Now see, refried? That's one of them there hocus-pocusey, New Agey things happening, where your enemy is always your friend in disguise." You know, you're right! refried, you and I began to bond all those months ago on the Reader blog winner page, when you gallantly defended me from the first "used car sales" suggestion. Good things do come of such things--thanks storyteller! :)— October 4, 2009 11:18 p.m.
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That's right, and don't forget it, peeps! We are officially FOR SALE! Eau de blog, you swamp-suckin ...hide! :)— October 4, 2009 11:13 p.m.
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Well, unless I get that check soon, I'm gonna be selling used Buicks and buying my shoes at Payless, so "Dear Overrated Talentless Crap Bag," I deserve it more than you, so there!" :)— October 4, 2009 11:04 p.m.