• Gish, Part IV

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    Tonight was the last class in Dr. Gish’s four week course, “Writing Short Stories”, and I was the worst prepared for a class I have been in a long time. Luckily, it was not a course of great academic consequence- I was supposed to show up and learn, for myself. Still, I didn’t read...

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    Day Trip Delight 2: “The Hardware Store” in Magdalena, NM

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    This post is a followup to yesterday’s bit on the Magdalena Village library, a.k.a. the Depot. If you step across the street from the Magdalena Library, you face the village’s hardware store and HVAC specialist. Clark Brown owns Eagle Hardware Supply, but if you try to find his business by the building, just look...

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    Day Trip Delight: “The Library” in Magdelena, NM

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    With some free time this weekend, I headed south on Saturday, and after a short stop in Socorro, I ended up going on over and spending some time in Magdalena, NM. Not knowing anything about the place, I left the village with a handful of interesting photographs and a tidbits about the village. What...

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    The Trip

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    I have a lot of memories from that one trip. Mostly, because it was the trip of my life. I remember planning it, us boyhood buddies, us distant friends, acting as if five years hadn’t passed since we last talked, as if we weren’t adults now, grown and changed and different people. I remember...

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    Fuzzy

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    I touched on this before, but for me, that’s part of my struggle. Whenever I write, I struggle with details. While I was writing an my account of yesterday’s Plaza encounter, Tim wrote another, which you can read here. What stands out for me in comparing the two versions is Tim’s attention to details....

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    The Russians

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    At about noon today, Tim asked me if I was ready to go, and I pretty much was. He had asked me earlier in the day if I wanted to go over to the Civic Plaza across from the Convention Center- a few blocks from work- and “make joy”, meaning, let him take a...

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    Hanging with Hughes

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    It’s been a mixed bag today. It was warm out and the sky was blue this morning, and then it grew colder and gray as the afternoon advanced. I came home from work and turned on the gas fireplace so the cats could curl up in front of it, and then I sat down...

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    Gish, Part III

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    Tonight was class 3 of the UNM Continuing Education course, “Writing Short Stories”, with Robert Gish. As usual, as soon as Dr. Gish entered the classroom, his anecdotes began, followed by a barrage of review questions about the last two sessions. Naturally, his questions were meant to dredge up in my elastic brain correct...

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    Crack Cookies and the Devil’s Child

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    There are a number of times I have marveled that I am not yet dead, and tonight is one of them. A week ago, the sister of a colleague brought in an order sheet for Girl Scout cookies. Her daughter has to sell them, she brings the sheet to the office, I buy some...

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    Agreements

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    “You’ve made agreements”, Clarisa said. “You’ve made agreements, and you just keep them without thinking about it.” “What do you mean?”, Jennie asked her. “You made some agreements a long time ago, and they drive you around- like rules for certain truths in your head- and you don’t question them and they keep you...

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    Blind Spots

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    There was a time I delighted in taking the Holy Book and thumbing through the pages to that pertinent particular passage which was bracketed by history and philology and sociology and hermeneutic and anthropology, and diving into the lines of words I swam in the text, opening commentaries and the Brown-Driver-Briggs or the Lidell-Scott...

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    Plausible

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    “The man drove his car to work.” “Michael Jones was nervous and thought about the Play Doh in the toilet as he weaved his Ford Focus through traffic, late for the staff meeting at his office at Plexo Industries.” The more I read the writings of recognized authors, the more I am reminded that...

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