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Thursday, October 21, 2010

Picks of the Week

Well, it was bound to happen eventually. I had a pretty good run until this past weekend when everything completely fell apart for me. I went a measly 2 for 7 bringing my total for the season down to 39 out of 57, or 68%. Oh well, you can't win 'em all.

This week has some monsters in it, and while it won't completely clarify anything in any conference, it will certainly help decide who is for real and who isn't.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Well shucks, y'all, now you're just embarrassin' me

My fine friends at decomP have gone and outdone themselves this time. They've nominated my short "The Devil's Courtyard" for the 2010 Pushcart Prize. For those of you who may not know, the Pushcart is like the Pulitzer of small presses, which basically means I'm as awesome as Cormac McCarthy and even awesomer than Stephen King...ya know, because, like, he hasn't been nominated for a Pushcart or a Pulitzer. Which I guess that means me and Cormac are both awesomer than Stephen King. Cool.

I guess this means my quest to become the most beloved ginger-haired author in the world is just that much closer now. I'll be signing autographed photos of myself out of the back of my CRV behind the Walmart on Clairmont tomorrow for those of you who are interested. I'll even supply the pens. There was a special at Staples last week.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Out and Out

By Ron Koppelberger

The enticement was living and breathing beast in tandem between courage and the dominion of sin. He was in the flesh of the moment, the conception of apples for loincloths and thorns. Theodore Scullion was absorbed by his unsullied temptation, growling uninterrupted by sentiment or guilt, he thought of his desire instead.

He would unlock the secret realms of gold, gold and diamond gemstone, piles of crisp one hundred dollar bills stacked in perfect union and quiet whispering arrangements of fortune.

Monday, October 18, 2010

The Communion

Greenland didn't last very long. I think we were together for about a year and a half total, but during that time we came out with a seven-song EP, made two music videos, played a bunch of shows, and got flown to NYC for a brief appearance on Good Morning America. I got to meet Diane Sawyer and she kind of almost looked at me once. I almost ran full-on into Jeff Gordon, the very small in stature race car driver, in the Green(land) room, and we were given spray-painted mouses (mice?) as the prize for winning Best Video in the YouTube Underground contest. It was a special year and a half.

However musically workmanlike Greenland was, the band always lacked the sort of X-factor spark that sends other bands to the tippy-top of the hit parade. In all honesty we just weren't that good of friends. Certainly we liked each other and enjoyed our time together, but we were a band formed of several fathers and husbands and serious boyfriends and dudes who had real jobs and bills to pay. We didn't have much free time and what free time we had we spent practicing, so we didn't get a lot of time to hang out and get to know each other really well. Perhaps this wouldn't have seemed unsatisfying to me if I hadn't just emerged from the crazy drunken intense fraternity of Oblivion, but since I had, it did.