Oh, Man, I'm a Girl!

If I thought the weekend would bring me repose and rest from the heavy work week I'd survived, I was wrong. After getting my press kit finished, I had Lynette's to build. On Saturday we took photos for our kits; I'm not in any way photogenic. Never have been. I have weird angles and large features, so I always hate seeing pictures of myself. I think they came out nice, though. I don't know why they did. Maybe we were just in the right mood or something.

The hardest thing for me was putting on the makeup. Back in the 1960s and '70s I wore a lot of makeup, but I quit many years ago. I just don't like the feel of it on my skin, and I really don't like not being able to rub an eye or scratch a cheek, if need be. It's a hassle, but I have to admit I don't look so old when I have that crap on my face. Which has caused me to rethink things. Maybe I'll start wearing it again, like when we go out, or when people come over. We'll see. Now if I could just lose about 15 or 20 pounds...

Rare Weekend Post

No, I know that has nothing to do with this post, but I thought it would grab your attention. How cheap is that? I seldom blog over the weekend, but I think I feel a second wind coming on where blogging is concerned. Better make an entry before I find something to distract me...

Happy Birthday Mr. H.

Publishing Your Book Isn't About You

There's a lot of discussion and, often, shouting, about the book vs. ebook revolution. I'm older. I've spent my entire life building my personal library and I hate to see books go the way of vinyl records or even CDs. The smell of a leather bound edition, the feel of the paper and the gilt edging is something I ardently love. I love reading a book, of holding it, and sometimes writing notes in the margins. I love bookmarks and bookplates, damn it...

A Wine Repost

I don't drink wine very much any more. Well, compared to some of you, I probably drink more, but really, I only have wine in the house these days when we can afford it, which is about once a month. Anyway, I bought a bottle of cheap chianti and I'm enjoying it very much, thank you. In celebration, I thought I'd repost a blog entry I made some time back. Here it is...

Changes

After changing the template and futzing with the masthead, I began going through all my posts to clean out any images that were lost somehow, and to weed through the one-line, nothing posts. Because this blog is nearly 10 years old, that took me a couple of days and I still didn't throw out as much crap as I could have. Someday I'll have to do that.

I read a few posts while I was at it and I couldn't help but notice how much my "voice" has changed through the years. The change is good. I'm not the snark beast I tried to be in the past and, since I started steering clear of politics, the overall tone is much happier. This tells me that I'm happier. That negative crap never really suited me anyway. It was just a defense mechanism I'd created after coming out that last relationship. But that was a long time ago, wasn't it?

Anyway, I've spent most of tonight searching for screenshots and mastheads that this blog has worn through the years. A lot are missing, but here are a few you might remember...

Endless Possibilities

Mitoza. Surreal seed.

Morning Things

Here are the things I really cannot start my morning without. My yearbook from the Chelsea Arts Club (a gift I received from Tobiah) and my mala beads.

Of course, the obligatory cup of coffee goes without saying.

Flying, Hovering, Occasionally Landing

My days have gotten kind of busy this week. Now that my book is out there, I'm spending my daytime hours finding ways to market it, and there are a lot.

I love this part of the creative process. When I was an entertainer, I acted as my own manager. I booked gigs and schmoozed and had a great time doing it. I'm discovering that marketing a book about rock and roll is really no different that marketing the music itself.

Plus, I've been writing things for the Boomers and Books blog while working on my second book, so I haven't had much time to drop a post in here. I do come in, though, and check things out. Not many comments, but that's what I get, I guess.

I do visit your blogs, so don't feel neglected. Sometimes I leave a comment and sometimes I don't, but I'm there every morning while drinking my coffee, just as I always was.

Dreams Do Come True

Well, kind of. Way back when girls were screaming at the Beatles, keeping me from really hearing the music, I used to say, "I don't want to marry a Beatle, I want to be a Beatle." Now, thanks to FaceInHole.com, that dream has come true. It is now John, Paul, George, and Bergo.

And yes, I do play drums, thank you veddy mooch. I come from three generations of drummers.

Colder than a Satanic Sea Monkey's Uncle

Are you kidding me? Minus 19 degrees, feeling like minus 34? Did you know that there are parts of Oklahoma that are colder than the South Pole today? (Hat tip to Ville for that bit of info.)

Fortunately, I can stay indoors where it's warm, with the cat cuddled around my feet. Although this cottage is old and has its problems, frozen pipes is not one of them. I think the kettle will be singing regularly throughout the day.

Stay warm everyone!

Snow Devils!

No, not that kind.

Cry, Guitar, Cry

From the BBC:

The renowned rock guitarist Gary Moore has died in a hotel room in Spain. Mr Moore, 58, was, originally from Belfast, and was a former member of the legendary Irish group Thin Lizzy. Adam Parsons, who manages Thin Lizzy, told the BBC that Mr Moore had died in the early hours of Sunday morning....

Who's Complaining About the Snow?

A lot of folks seem to be complaining about the snow, and with good reason, but in times like this (it's started in again here in Stillwater) I like to look to people who have it a whole lot worse. Take these photos, for instance. All images enlarge...