Monday, December 18, 2006

The Value Of The Blog




Sid Williams is much better at adding those hyperlinks; I will just direct you to check the sidebar for Willy Sid (a police informant in my stories and novel), Charles Gramlich (who graciously wrote the intro to my recent collection), and Stewart Sternberg (whose blog photo looks like he has just taken a swipe at James Lipton). A discussion on their blogs in recent days involves the value of the blog. I have a different take on this, perhaps, because I do not drive, never have and never will. So, in truth, several of my blog entries are simply meant to be humorous, indeed, it was Sid who suggested I start a blog because of some of my e-observations. I also thought it a good venue for posting photos, instead of on flickr (I have an account with dust on it by now) or some other photo-thingie. But in those entries that have insight or introspection, those are my thoughts on any given walk to or from the bus stop. Whichever bus stop. Or while waiting for the el. Long thoughts, we called them as kids, the guy who lived the farthest had the long thoughts once the others hit their gangways between the Humboldt Park three-flats. At my very best, the words you read here are images from my mind while I was walking down an unlighted street that curved towards 127th and the I-94 interchange, cars blurring past with every small step I take. And that about sums it up...Wayne

More About Those Trading Cards



Well, this is frightening. Somehow the images doubled over, which just continues to prove the adage The Computer Remains My Nemesis. Well, anyways. First there was a shot of me as a junkie, then you saw the shot of me with the yuppie girl, portrayed by Laurie Fuka, and here I am being massaged by her husband Ted, although Ted seems more involved with his reflection than my aching back. These trading cards are kept with my Ed Wood and Outer Limits cards, so who better to add to the batch than Dudley Manlove ("You stupid humans! Stupid! Stupid!" Imagine Felix Unger using zombies to conquer Canoga Park.) and some guy who is as I type this is holed up at Fort Detrick, Maryland, trying to find a cure for AIDS and create a new bio-terror weapon. A win-win situation. Still trying to figure out the repeating images, Wayne