Thursday, December 15, 2011

And the winner is...

So the USA is ending its war with Iraq.

At the same time, the President is set to sign a bill that allows the military to detain American citizens indefinitely on American soil without trial or any semblance of due process.

I believe we now know who won the Iraq war.

Hint: not the USA.

Monday, December 12, 2011

We get letters...

I have been cleaning up my filing system, throwing things out, perusing old manuscripts, rereading letters sent and received.

Most writers are familiar with weird correspondence, simply because there are so many weird people out there.

I submit, for your consideration, a letter sent to my English publisher by one Dominic Pickin, of Brighton. It is dated October 9, 2000. It was then forwarded to me, and I have cherished it in secret for more than ten years.

But that was selfish of me.

So here we go. My transcription is faithful, misspellings and all:


Dear sir or madam, to whom it may concern.

Re Stephen O'Sheas book The perfect heresy.

The general thrust of his argument seems to be if you're sympathetic to the Cathar position your a fool, a crank or even a Nazi. This is reminisent of a point of view I've often heard in nightclubs when a woman declines a mans offer of sex and he says to his mates 'she's a Lesbian' Could you please refrain from giving a platform to appologists for genocide. Thanks.

Yours sincerely

Dominic Pickin

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Question of the Day

Beautiful, sunny, warm, creepy December day, and I am walking back home from a seaside park. To get to my place, I have to cross a wide pedestrian bridge spanning an eight-lane interstate.

At mid-span, I notice two young women standing to one side, holding a large sign that can be seen from the roadway. They are post-hipstah twentyish, a bit of hardware in their faces, but not of the Home Depot amplitude popular a few years ago. Their bare arms are purple-green tattoo canisters; their faces, white and impassive.

“Hey!,” I say. “What’s your sign say?”

Dutifully, they maneuver the huge sign to face me. It reads:

Sometimes Saying I Love You Is Not As Good As An Anal Plug!

“Wow!” I exclaim, genuinely impressed. “That’s quite a sign.”

They nod, bored.

“Have you been showing it around town?”

A shake of the head. “No, we just found it.”

“You found it?! Where?”

“Over there.”

A Stieg Larsson arm points further up the bridge to a stone bench, deserted save for two empty beer cans.

We exchange glances. “Well, do you agree with it?,” I ask.

Shrugs. “Seemed like a good idea.” Obeying some unheard signal, the girls then proceed to turn the cumbersome sign back around to face the highway.

I return home.

Now my question is this: Don’t you think these two young women are more socially useful than Lloyd Blankfein?