What’s that wet stuff? Boy, that’s something we haven’t seen in a long time: rain. Neat concept–water falling from the sky. Anything else falling from the sky is deemed material for Charles Fort. Frogs and mud, things like that.
I received word this morning that my short story “Wake Me Up For Meals” will be in the May 2009 issue of Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine. It was accepted back in November 2007, but this is the first I’ve heard of its actual publication date. It’s a fun little caper tale that I hope you’ll enjoy.
This weekend I finished up two pieces of non-fiction, about a thousand words each. One was an introduction to a project that hasn’t yet been announced and the other was my Storytellers Unplugged essay, which will be posted next week.
Since there was nothing else on television last night, I watched the first two hours of the Grammy Awards after the 60 Minutes feature about Sully and the Coldplay profile. My first surprise of the evening came when The Mentalist’s Simon Baker came out to introduce someone. Nobody told me he was British, I thought. Then I discovered that he isn’t — he’s a Tasmanian. I never would have guessed that he wasn’t American based on his accent in the TV show.
That’s not true — my first surprise of the evening came when I found out that the flight attendants and the passengers aboard the US Air flight that landed in the Hudson didn’t know they were making a water landing until they hit the water. Also fascinating was the different experience between the crew at the front of the plane and the attendant at the back. Those at the front thought “that wasn’t so bad” and the poor woman at the back was sure she was going to die. I wonder who the buffoon was who pushed past her and opened the rear exit.
U2’s new song was kind of meh and Bono looked like he’s been taking dancing lessons from the guy from Coldplay. Or vice versa. Whitney Houston sounded like she was channeling Tina Turner and acted like she was channeling Cheech or Chong. I’m not saying there were recreational pharmaceuticals involved, but…
Dave Grohl from Foo Fighters reminded me of Animal from The Muppets as he banged away on the drums behind Paul McCartney.
Miley Cyrus may have pipes, but her instrument is still a little rough around the edges, especially when compared against Taylor Swift, who has a lot going for her, including a completely natural performance style. First time I’ve heard her sing–I was impressed.
I’ve been peripherally aware of Coldplay for a long time, but never really paid them much attention. A lot of their stuff sounds sorta the same to me. The profile on 60 Minutes was interesting, though, and the performance during the Grammys was decent.
