Unclog the Blog

My brain’s been bloated with thoughts, words and stories since before Thanksgiving.

Afterwards, a kind of creative constipation overwhelmed me, as I thought through various blog entries. Time to get those creative juices flowing again, and so here I offer a spray of ideas that (perhaps) I will elaborate upon later.

My little red truck, January 1989

Little Red truck circa 1-89

For one thing, I sold my truck of 25 years a couple of weeks ago — the end of an era. There’s more than a few stories involved with my Little Red Truck, and they will be told…maybe even here. But not right now.

Thanksgiving always brings to mind my best story, one I like to call, “Alan & Sara: a Coast-to-Coast-to-Coast Romance in 3 Acts.” I’d intended to start that story just before the feast day, but there’s still time to tell this one. And it does take some time and some telling. It’s best in person, as a pairs performance, but it’s about time to offer you a print rendition of our story.

by James Darsey Nelson

by James Darsey Nelson

Facebook recently reminded me of the birthday of my dear friend, the late Jim Nelson, and I thought to share some of his marvelous artwork and tell a tale or two about this wizard. For now, I’ll just share this picture that hangs above my desk and pose the question I often ponder: is the wizard pulling the fairies out of the book? Or is he infusing them into it?

Finally, I just finished re-reading Thornton Wilder’s masterpiece, The Eighth Day, and rediscovered that it remains one of my favorite novels. I will re-read this one again and again and again. Rather than delve into its complex beauty right now, I’ll simply post the quote I could not quite remember accurately that sent me back to this great book:

Like another young man in a story book thousands of miles away, he thought: “In infinite space, in infinite time, in infinite matter, an organism like a bubble is formed; it lasts a short while and then bursts; and that bubble is myself.

Ah, relief — see y’all later, when I’ll tell these tales.

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About bullersbackporch

I am a native Austinite, a high-tech Luddite, lover of music, movies and stories and a born trainer-explainer.
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