"Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. . . . He is the hero, he is everything. He must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man. He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a man of honor, by instinct, by inevitability, without thought of it, and certainly without saying it. He must be the best man in his world and a good enough man for any world."
Raymond Chandler. The Simple Art of Murder .
I like to think Chandler meant "man" as including and not excluding women. That's the way I take it, anyway. Regardless, I love a good quote, as do many of my friends. Some take this to extremes. For the coolest example of extreme quoting, check out the Cat, which is the brainchild of the one and only Pixel, who's a lot of fun and a great friend.
I love wild theories, too. The kind that makes scarily increasing sense the more you discuss them, with or without the chemical enhancement of your choice. The Unified Hamster Theory is one such, as is the theory as to just who is the Secret Jedi Master in the Star Wars ficton. These are just very small parts of the Universal Conspiracy Against Everything. Also worth a mention here are The Smoking Gun, Robert Anton Wilson's Everything is Under Control: Conspriacies, Cults and Cover-ups and UFO's, JFK and Elvis : Conspiracies You Don't Have to Be Crazy to Believe by Richard Belzer. .
Among other things, I'm something of a regular at a couple of virtual versions ofCallahan's Crosstime Saloon, specifically the usenet group alt.callahans, and the Undernet channel #callahans, all based on stories by Spider Robinson. It's a great place to hang out, and I've met some of the best friends I have there.
Some comics I enjoy--I took out the descriptions to save space, so you'll have to click to see what's what
In the pursuit of Truth, every day something is dropped. ~Lao-tzu
In the pursuit of Truth, every day something is dropped.
I've lived in Tennessee, Utah, Arizona, New York and Massachusetts, so I've had the opportunity to meet all kinds of neat people . . .the marine at the end of the bar . . . assortedGoodwenches, of which I am a proud member . . . cats & kittens in all shapes and sizes. . . a most noble Wenchknight, who I am pleased to call a friend . . .dragons . . . OtterFae, a multifaceted woman if I ever met one . . . a WareWolf who, cleverly disguised as simple country lawyer Dusty Rhoades, writes some bitingly funny political satire. . . Dr. Jake Katz and his charming wife, Bernice the cartoon cats. . .arson, who can describe himself better than I can--be sure to check out his music store . . . . a friend, a beer snob, a refugee from Starbucks--Mycroft, a most unique individual . . .Butterfly, communications specialist extraordinaire, bright, funny and great to be around (and she's in warm sunny New Mexico, too!) . . . if you'd prefer something a little French, visit Lady Musyc at her Paris Cafe. . . . K'shandra, aka Kiri, aka Koosh , a wonderful lady with whom I sometimes share a brain. . . . an up and coming internet disc jockey, Killjoy aka Scott, who also writes beautiful poetry . . .the Hartmans, Rach and Phaed who I will get to Texas to visit, I promise. .
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I'm slowly building a scrapbook. This is a work in progress, as I collect pictures and get them scanned. Hope you enjoy them.
Stormy Weather Books If I could make my living by selling books, I'd do it in a heartbeat. However, until I either win a lottery or accumulate enough capital to open my own store, I've joined Amazon.com as an associate. New recommendations are added almost daily, please bookmark the site and check back often.
I love to cook, and am working on becoming famous for my omelettes. While there are scads of recipes on the Web, the best site I've found for them is Epicurious. In my travels, I've found some fabulous places to eat, too. By far, my absolute favorite is the Court of Two Sisters in New Orleans' French Quarter. The jazz brunch is just heavenly.
Of course, none of this page would be possible without the folx at Angelfire