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18 February 2017 @ 07:24 am
This is one of those "who woulda thunk" moments.  I'm down in Merritt Island. Florida, just a few miles from the launch pads that have been a gateway to the Solar System for decades, and I'm drinking coffee from an OU Sooners coffee mug.  It's more than half a century since I went off to college in Norman, Oklahoma, and met Claude and Karen Keezer and began playing guitar in their coffee house.  Claude's been gone a few years now, but we still drop in on Karen whenever we're down here.

Went out last night to watch their son play, with his wife, in a beachside bar.  That's been our custom for some years, decades now.  We always head for the Keys in February, for the dark skies and warm clear air of the Winter Star Party.

We'll be doing some registration work later, but for a few days we'll just enjoy the weather and the sky in the land of Jimmy, not Warren, Buffett.

Still on the mainland, until about noon.  Then we head down A1A, deep blue ocean on both sides of the road, to an island that sprouts telescopes this time of year.  The Winter Star Party, where tanned bathing beauties stare at the pale white skin of astronomers who keep vampires' hours.

08 February 2017 @ 09:48 am
When I  was in college my relatives sometimes invited me down to their fishing cabin in the Louisiana bayou, where the relatively shallow water was teeming with alligator gar.  Big suckers, more than a yard long.  Good eating, though the white locals disparaged them as "colored-person food" (when they were being polite).    My white relatives knew that was nonsense.  They're delicious baked, or cut up and deep-fried.
I swam in that lovely warm water for just one day, until a toothy six-foot gar jumped out of the water in front of me.  I suddenly felt like bait.
I've swum with bigger fish, sharks, in the Caribbean and the Pacific, and intellectually I know they're rarely interested in people.  I still get out of the water unless I'm in a group.
05 February 2017 @ 03:22 pm
From Gay: Early Bird Books is featuring Joe's collection "Vietnam and Other Alien Worlds" just today for only $1.99! You can sign up here: http://www.earlybirdbooks.com or go directly to http://www.openroadmedia.com/ebook/vietnam-and-other-alien-worlds/
24 January 2017 @ 10:23 am
No excitement with the model yesterday.  A middle-aged guy who seemed nice enough, but with no energy.  I drew one 20-minute pose and called it a day . . .

[Here insert twenty minutes of fussing around with the iPhone.  The battery ran down and I can't find the proper adaptor to plug it into the wall.  I have four other adaptors, but they don't speak the same voltage/wattage/ohmage.  So I have to go to Best Buy and pay ohmage before I can post the picture.]

Because my scanner is also down.

Another little karmic quirk -- they're demolishing the massage school building and putting up a new one, someday.  Colleen is looking for a new studio place.

Meanwhile I'm reduced to stopping girls on the street and asking them to take off their clothes.  My success rate so far has been low.

(This was actually a parlor joke my father used to tell at cocktail parties.  A guy sits down on a park bench next to an attractive woman and asks her whether she would take off her clothes and make love to him.  She slaps him and hustles off.  So he goes down to the next park bench and tries again, with the same result.  A bystander asks what is he trying to do?  "Nineteen out of twenty girls react that way," he says.  "But the twentieth says 'Sure!'")

Erotica, circa 1950.
23 January 2017 @ 12:57 pm
Jack Williams came into town yesterday to give a "house concert" at our friends Brandy & Christina's place, with Christina putting out a generous spread of snacks.  About thirty people came, and Jack treated us to a very lively time, about two hours of songs new and old.

It's a new way of having concerts that's becoming more and more popular in folk music here in the south.  Some friends of Brandy and Christina's supplied the sound system, we rounded up some folding chairs, and Jack's wife Judy did the organizing, with a large display of Jack's CD's for sale.  They sold a couple of dozen.

It's an interesting small segment of the entertainment industry, with individuals and families taking over the functions normally done by corporations.

Jack's voice was clear and good, but a bit road-fatigued.  He's added a couple of old-new songs, fast loud ones from his rock-and-roll days.  He found them on yellowed old sheet music from his misspent youth!  The patter that went with the songs was vintage reminiscence, mostly about the sixties and seventies in rock and country, an eclectic mix.

They drove off into doubtful weather toward home. They’ve been away for months.

Not a life I would like.  But I'm not really an entertainer.  (I do get paid for entertaining people, but from behind a substantial barrier of intermediaries.)

Jsck and Judy spend months on the road every year, living out of a comfortable van.  They like traveling and are enthusiastic birders.  I think they've observed birds in all 50 states.  With us in Alaska a few years ago.

Time to go back soon.


02 January 2017 @ 06:30 pm
Well, another holiday season sputters out.  A pretty calm one.  Sixty-five people signed the guest book, plus a significant number who were too young to do so, or too confused, or had to protect their identity from galactic spies.  No music, I'm afraid.  It was too cold to use the porch comfortably.

(I didn't know more than half of the people who dropped by to eat and drink, and my normally suspicious nature does make me wonder how many saw a loud open party and just walked in.  Hey, look at all these hardback science fiction books.  They've got so many, they won't mind if we borrow a couple . . .  I've heard of this Jules Verne guy; here's a nice hardback with funny drawings . . . .)

Of possible historic interest:  For the first time in more than a half century, the smoking area outside was not used.  We haven't had smoking inside since my mother died, but the screened porch used to be a smokers' haven during parties.  Less and less used over the years, and this year none of the ashtrays were besmirched.  (I assume people smoking dope wandered farther into the yard.)

Another change, more regretted, is that I didn't set up a telescope outside.  I'm still not up to lifting any of the large scopes, and I'm not quite foolish enough to set up the lightweight Questar unsupervised on a night when hundreds of strangers are wandering around.  "Say, Jimmy," a rapscallion says while lifting the scope with one hand, "How much you think this thing might be worth?"

Lots of people brought covered dishes and bowls of goodies, and as usual we had a long night of noshing.  Even after the New Years' Day gathering, with a couple of dozen munchers, we still have enough for another pretty large party.

I made my traditional bacon feast on New Years' morning.   Gay was making an egg and sausage dish in the oven, so I stood and fried seven or eight pounds (eating perhaps a pound in the process).   The guests did a yeoman job on the leftovers, but we still have bits and pieces jamming the refrigerator.  They'll be gone before February, I hope.  Not counting fruitcake.

22 November 2016 @ 05:54 pm
THE FOREVER WAR comic will be reissued by Titan in February of 2017! http://comicsalliance.com/titan-joe-haldemans-forever-war-comics/
22 November 2016 @ 07:27 am
Mexico.  We got on the bus in Valencia around dawn and drove for hours.  One early-morning stop for coffee at Peniscola was a mild disaster for me.  I lost my balance on an uphill cobblestone road and wound up falling into a puddle of evaporated piss in front of a bar -- graceful as always! -- but another bar was open and I was able to clean up after a fashion.  Skinned my shin in two spots, which would be hard to do on a road that was not made of cobblestones.  I had a beer but decided not to add to the puddle, and used the strangely clean men's room there.  I guess they kept it clean by using the street.

Uneventful long bus ride.  Back in Barcelona about five in the afternoon.  Wandered around a bit, circling around, and stopped in front of our hotel, where the restaurant maintains a nice gas fire for people to sit and talk on the sidewalk.  I had a delicious and most welcome Campari on the rocks.  We made reservations for supper and came up to the room to check mail and rest.

Looks like it will be raining all tomorrow.  I'll write on Asa and maybe find a sheltered place to draw something.  Might find a museum somewhere in this culture-laden town.  But no bus!

09 November 2016 @ 03:54 pm
From Gay: Google will be running a special promotion called “Alien Invasion,” and they're offering Joe's book THE COMING. The promotion will run from 11/10 through 11/17 and the book will be downpriced to $1.99 during that time.
30 October 2016 @ 10:58 am
I thought this was kind of interesting, from California Public Radio station KPCC' s program about living in orbit.  Astronauts preferring  "pee water" to industrial "battery water."
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4. Recycle EVERY drop
Astronauts learn to use and reuse lots of things, and water is no exception.
On board the space station there is "regenerative system" that captures moisture in the air and processes it into drinkable water.
"Everything from your breath to your sweat," Dyson Caldwell said.
They also recycle urine water by purifying it until it is drinkable.
"It's not bad," she admitted.
In fact, she remembered when her crew did a taste test between water from fuel cells brought by a space shuttles and the recycled water from the ISS.
"Folks preferred the space station pee water."
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It doesn't take a lot of imagination to foresee a future where water which has supposedly been reconstituted from orbiting personalities goes on the market.  It would be hard to prove that it wasn't.
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