Tuesday, February 20, 2007
"Lucky" old Ivan
The lucky world has no shortage of Ivan pictures or Ivan stories.
Made sure I wrote lots, published lots of pictures, for better or for worse, and now all you have to do is google to find old Ivan.
But E.A. Monroe now wants our high school senior pictures and I just realized I'd used mine as backing matte for a better portrait by some American master on my wall. Actually its "mistress", some lovely portrait done by a Baltimore woman a hundred years ago. Shows an attractive woman in a Victorian dress, in a lovely flower garden fulll of hollyhocks and sunflowers. I dig sunflowers.
Just as well, I suppose.
The vanity of it all. Your own picture up on your own wall.
Like Mick Jagger stuffing half a roll of toilet paper down his crotch to make him appear, uh, well endowed.
Well, Mick Jagger is never overexposed.
Myself, I fear I am becoming overexposed. Says E.A. Monroe, "I know you, and I know what you did."
Did somebody install a webcam and catch me at it?
I am fast becoming like the raincoat guy with the false pantlegs in front of the Woolworth's. I think I am a tad overexposed.
I am trying to scrape the glue off my high school picture, but in the meantime I'll empty my "my pictures" file
and offer you still one more example of the poor naive dweeb who thought, as a lone political candidate that he could make it in a room full of Masons and Mafiosi.
But there's like running for mayor to peddle your novels.
Sold a whole whack of "Light Over Newmarket" novels--what other title? Gotta start your novels where you stand.
Title your novels from where you stand.
And then the novels you write after being politically defeated..
My novels usually go, "This is why I f*cked up."
"My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends!"