My Cats Win!

Another in my series of, “Don’t You Wish Your Cats Were Cute Like He?” I mean, come on. Look at the guy.

My book is this close to being accepted. Just working on the teeniest, tiniest changes and fine tuning. It’s basically done and I will have a book coming out next year. Mind-blowing. Soon it will be on to the fun parts: the cover, seeing how they lay out the pages, getting the galleys, (a bound paperback version that is sent out to reviewers) trying to figure out how to promote it and get people to buy it (sometimes not so fun).

That reminds me of a totally not fun part. Publishers like to get quotes about your book from the most famous, influential people they can for the back cover. They’re called blurbs. So, every book you have to go through this process of begging people for blurbs, people you know, don’t know, begging your friends to ask their famous friends, it’s really horrible. Plus, I honestly think most people figure these blurbs are from friends (and they are, or people who are doing it because they owe someone else a favor, etc.). Which isn’t to say that the good things they said aren’t true. Anyway, I think that back cover is valuable sales real estate and could be used in much more creative ways. Every time I write a book I propose other ways to use the back cover and every book I’m shot down and told to get blurbs.

I just thought of something I might do for this book, for instance, and this is just off the top of my head so it might not be a good idea. But I could find some of the nastiest most over-the-top things ever said about the Duke parapsychology work through the years, maybe a good one from each decade, one from the 1930’s, 1940’s, 1950’s, etc., each leading up to now and something that says, “Well, all of the guys were WRONG. Read inside …”

Sheridan Square Then and Now

I saw this picture online somewhere. It’s the corner of Christopher Street and 7th Avenue and it was taken in the sixties, I believe it said. This is only a few blocks from where I live so I took of picture of how this corner looks now.

It’s kind of astounding how little it’s changed. The lovely cobblestones are gone, there are a few new buildings, that’s about it. But some details are gone, some signs and things that are hard to see in the picture above. I’m going to try to dig up a picture I took of this very corner about ten years ago.

Excuse me, while I kiss the sky.

Ceiling.jpg Whenever I pull out the ladder, which is often, for some reason light bulbs burn out constantly in my apartment, Finney immediately climbs to the top of the ladder. Good boy! Who’s a great little ladder climber? You are!

Big news! The pope has added some more sins! More ways to go astray. I like some of them, actually. They are:

1. “Bioethical” violations such as birth control.
2. “Morally dubious” experiments such as stem cell research.
3. Drug abuse.
4. Polluting the environment.
5. Contributing to widening divide between rich and poor.
6. Excessive wealth.
7. Creating poverty.

I like 4 through 7, and have committed 1 and 3. Maybe 4. And compared to some people in the world, maybe 5 and 6 (but for the record, I do not make a lot of money, I’m just saying). How am I doing with the 10 commandments? Not so good. I haven’t murdered anyone or born false witness against my neighbor or committed adultery. And I haven’t coveted my neighbor’s wife, but I have coveted her husband on occasion.

I am the Lord your God.
You shall have no other gods before me.
You shall not make for yourself an idol.
You shall not make wrongful use of the name of your God.
Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy.
Honor your Father and Mother.
You shall not murder.
You shall not commit adultery.
You shall not steal.
You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.
You shall not covet your neighbor’s house.
You shall not covet your neighbor’s wife.

I Should Have Taken at Least One Economics Class

Life.jpg I want to call my brother Douglas to ask him to explain all of this to me, but I suspect he’s going to have a busy day (he works for Merrill Lynch). But what the fuck? About Bear Stearns, I mean. I understand what happened, but how could it happen? Actually no, I only understand the bare bones of what happened. I need more back story. I need all the gray areas explained to me, I’m missing the nuance. I really don’t know what happened.

Bottom line: Should I be scared?

What should I stock up on? Will they need writers in the Great Depression of ’08?

Please may I eat it?

I thought I was going to be done yesterday with the first draft of this audio forensic piece, but it looks like I’m going to need two more days. So, I won’t be able to take a break until Tuesday. Also, my publisher said they are sending the manuscript back with the tiniest, minutest, changes, but everything is mostly okay, so that sounds good. They asked for the epilogue by Tuesday, which again points to Tuesday as being Miller time. But come Tuesday, I’m not doing ANYTHING.

Meanwhile, here is a pigeon, dancing around on the fire escape, taunting poor Finney.