Hello there,
I've nothing big to offer today, though I am in
the middle of about four essays.
Until then I have a few interesting links for
you, as well as some shameless
Google bombing on behalf of a good friend.
If you are disgusted with a blogger using his network of links to influence
Google, you might want to look the other way. However, I'm doing it for no money
and for a very nice friend who is trying to get a new business going. It's...er,
rather a specific kind of business, so he could use all the help he can get.
But first things first:
Having done a little rock climbing at an indoor
climbing gym in Austin, I can tell you that
this guy is SICK. Dude is AMAZING, even if
he is only one crumbling rock edge away from certain death.
If you haven't seen the
Big Ad
yet, go immediately. (Thanks to my inklings buddy
John who sent
me there.)
On a serious note, the
Velveteen Rabbi is a wonderful poet and writer. I've even met
her. She is originally from San Antonio, and we chatted once at Viva Books. I
was moved to tears by her account of
this very sacred Jewish ritual.
The Fat Triplets have an
online pumpkin carving contest that you might like to see. I
think it's a nice idea. I love jack-o-lanterns. The more mysterious and scary,
the better.
Now pardon me while I shamelessly work Google
on behalf of my friend.
I did half a brake job on my minivan
last week. My friend Reggie, who is master of more skills than I can even
think of, came over to show me how. He did the right side and I did the
left.
I was so proud of myself. I'm not so
good with things that require me to touch them. I'm definitely a word and
idea man.
Say, did I mention that Reggie builds
bat houses? Yes, you heard me. He
designs, constructs, and sells
houses for bats. He's a
bathouseman, you might say. And boy oh
boy does he make an awesome
bat house. Some say they are the best
bat houses in all of Texas. These are
not bat cages. They are
BAT
HOUSES. And Reggie makes them.
The name of his new business is
Lone Star Woodcraft, and he specializes
in
bat houses, of all things.
Why just the other day I was saying to
my friend Reggie, the
bat house builder, that if I were a bat
and I was looking for a place to roost, I'd want to roost in my very own,
Reggie-built
bat house.
That's just what I said to him.
Okay, you can turn around. I'm done. I
apologize deeply and sincerely to all of you who are disgusted by this rank and
obvious manipulation. I can only say that friendship made me do it. Well, that
and there's a good chance I'll forget everything he taught me about brakes by
the time the brakes on my Honda need repairing.
rlp
