Assorted Manuscripts

Yes

2005-10-20T14:54:00.000-07:00

I asked God to take away my habit. God said no, it is not for me to take away but for you to give up.
I asked God to grant me patience. God said no, patience is a byproduct of tribulations; it isnt granted , it is learned.
I asked God to give me happines. God said no, I give you blessings, happiness is up to you.
I asked God to spare me pain. God said no, suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me.
I asked God to make my spirit grow. God said no, you must grow it on your own, but I will prune you and make you fruitiful.
I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life. God said no, I will give you life so that you may enjoy all things.
I asked God to help me love others as much as he loves me. God said....ahhh, finally you have the idea.

Article for SF mag due

2005-09-20T17:00:00.000-07:00

don't forget article deadline.

345a

2005-09-20T16:55:00.000-07:00

The skill of the pilot in handling such a large craft is to be the highlight of the scene. Rapid approach, neat execution settling to dock, engines off at td...this will segue into the Admiral requesting permission to leave the craft and "come on board".

use Nimitz boarding the E from WWII as an example. Review until it meshes with story board.

In

2005-09-17T15:12:00.000-07:00

Belle's most recent entry she speaks of riding the "6" train. I remember a ride similar to hers once wherein a couple of 'rican utes made fun of my beaver belly silver hat and my hand made boots. The situation turned ugly when they wanted my Halliburton...as I stepped from the car I told the attendant that a couple of fellows in the car needed some first aid. The corps taught me long ago not to spend time in a knife fight as too many chances happen to causes serious injury. I now have two NYC switchblades in my collection of momentos. I am glad sweet Belle lost only her purse.

345

2005-09-16T18:27:00.000-07:00

Earth
discussion of viral infection
345 mutation and anti-viral trials
spread
345 serum and inoculation
failure of steps to stop spread

A. Develop theme of fear

B. gender based mutations

C. religios cult aspects of fearmongers vs scientific anti-development

Words, characters, potential for sequel, 50 minutes minimum.

Alaska is

2005-09-16T11:48:00.000-07:00

more than a location. It is magnificent in scope and grandeur. There are still places untouched by the consumerism of the Pepsi generation. The pioneers of the gold strikes and the later day oil boom leave spiritual imprints on the trails of big sky, northern lights, and Yukon memories. The polar bears and giant halibut are at home in its icy waters. Neighbors here never lock doors...One never knows when food or shelter may save a life. Keys are left in vehicles and aircraft. People have perished steps away from safety due to the freezing cold. Cabbages seven feet across grow in areas of 20 hour daylight. Snuggling in 20 hour nights can be extremely gratifying. Colds and allergies are banished to the southern states. Wolves serenade our sleep. Bacon and potatoes are new again with crisp clean air to season their aroma. A Winchester is always near the front door-a winter's supply of meat may just be steps away. Known faces are miles away and peace comes here more frequently than below. God loves this place because his touch is obvious in the nature surrounding it.

National Cathedral Prayer Day

2005-09-16T08:58:00.000-07:00

I am moved today by the prayers of the people for the survivors of Hurricane Katrina. I have acted by contributing to the Red Cross. It is difficult to comprehend the scope of the tragedy from my remoteness from it. We are all brothers and sisters on this earth, I hope that everyone will do what they can to help these victims. Remember the helping hands you may have had in your life as you assess your own generosity.

Purloined, perchance to dream...

2005-09-14T21:48:00.000-07:00

Here in the Autumn of my days

My life is mellowed in a haze.

Unpleasant sights are none to clear,

Discordant sounds I hardly hear.

Infirmities like buffers soft

Sustain me tranquilly aloft.

I'm deaf to duffers, blind to bores,

Peace seems to percolate my pores.

I fold my hands, keep quiet mind,

In dogs and children joy I find.

With temper tolerant and mild,

Myself you'd almost think a child.

Yea, I have come on pleasant ways

Here in the Autumn of my days.

Here in the Autumn of my days

I can allow myself to laze,

To rest and give myself to dreams:

Life never was so sweet, it seems.

I haven't lost my sense of smell,

My taste-buds never served so well.

I love to eat - delicious food

Has never seemed one half so good.

In tea and coffee I delight,

I smoke and sip my grog at night.

I have a softer sense of touch,

For comfort I enjoy so much.

My skys are far more blues than greys,

Here in the Autumn of my days.

Here in the Autumn of my days

My heart is full of peace and praise.

Yet though I know that Winter's near,

I'll meet and greet it with a cheer.

With friendly books, with cosy fires,

And few but favorite desires,

I'll live from strife and woe apart,

And make a Heaven in my heart.

For Goodness, I have learned, is best,

And should by Kindness be expressed.

And so December with a smile

I'll wait and welcome, but meanwhile,

Blest interlude!

The Gods I praise,

For this, the Autumn of my days.

Sandrine

2005-09-14T19:55:00.000-07:00

Sandrine got her name because her mother once read a book by Sartre, and got off on the quotation she used for the rest of her life. “Hell is other People.” The lady’s name that translated the book was Sandrine something or other, and when Sandrine was born her mother had likened her labor to a form of Hell.

Sandrine had coal black hair and eyes the green of emeralds under the jeweler’s light. In high school she grew long of leg and the dance got her a ticket to college. She forgot all about a degree when the boys with letters on their sweaters taught her how to pan gold.

She moved down town, and from her high-rise there soon found her way to the custom builts on the edge of town. From behind her walls and gate she would sallie forth in her Hummer and designer jeans to shop while her man did his thing.

On a crisp autumn Tuesday, while shopping, she stopped for champagne and ran smack into Slim Willie. Slim wore silk suits cut to his build by Hugo Boss and smelled of Gucci cologne. Slim showed Sandrine the life of high living and high stepping she had missed out on while she was mining her way out to the burbs.

One day Rick came home and found Sandrine and Willie naked together in the big four-poster he had inherited, along with his money, when his grandmother had died. Rick was quiet and slow as he slipped back out and waited until Willie left.

Being a city girl at heart, Sandrine had never really understood the world Rick had come from when he left Baton Rouge. Southern men don’t take well to their princesses straying from the plantation.

They say Rick spent that whole night down at the river watching a 55 gallon drum of diesel and gasoline burn itself out. When morning came he poured the ashes into the river and called 911 to report Sandrine missing.

They say Slim used to watch the door from the mirror behind the bar, but he never saw Sandrine come through it after that. After awhile Rick remarried, and he and his new wife and family moved down to Atlanta.

Primo Carnera

2005-09-14T19:12:00.000-07:00

This is where it begins.