Will wonders never cease, somehow we were able to check back into Indonesia, enjoy Kupang’s night market, get our laundry done, then up anchor and sail away in less than 48 hours. The wind was predicted to be light, 7 knots from the South, with calm waves. Perfect sailing for our Westward course t
Around about 11 p.m., Andrew and I are starting to get tired. The Portuguese contingent are just getting rolling. They’ve moved from sitting on the cement curb of the Massacre Memorial Concert to dancing with the Timorese. Anne is still kicked back enjoying a beer with us. I yawn. “I’m getting
Source: The Irish Goodbye
Stuff the advice this week. It’s Christmas! Okay, I know that not everybody celebrates that particular holiday. And that “War on Christmas” stuff is just one more way that Fox News is crazy making. But, we do have a secular holiday by that name in this country, and next Monday is it for 2017. So, We Wish You A Merry Christmas for sure! And,
Good Mithra’s Day,
And A Happy and Prosperous New Year!
And, one more for those War on Christmas weirdos:
The next morning, we are up and about at the juice bar. Who do we find there? Our same crowd of boisterous ExPats, smoking, drinking coffee and laughing. Do these people ever sleep? We order an avocado milkshake with chocolate syrup (a Timorese specialty), a pineapple milk shake, and coffee. A
Source: The Oe Cusse Party Crowd
Inspired by my friend Mercedes Yardley, (you can read her newsletter here) I am posting a realistic Holiday Letter, not to be confused with the mocking one I posted a few weeks, or days, whatever, ago. All-in-all, I think we had a decent year, considering that it was 2017 and all.
The picture above comes from the LA premiere of the latest season of Mystery Science Theater 3000. We always enjoyed the old ones, and when we saw the Kickstarter campaign, we contributed enough to the successful effort to be invited to watch Episode One, Reptilicus, from the VIP section. Reptilicus is possibly the worst movie ever, but of course it is in competition with some pretty awful stuff. If you haven’t already done so, you should check out MST 3000, The Return, on Netflix. Season 14 is coming along, but you still have time to be caught up before it is released.
Tami has been working a lot at her law firm. She has participated in some famous cases, as well as some nobody ever heard of. Recently she was involved with the Wynn v Wynn settlement, and nary a news report about it was seen. Not sure why not.
Steve started driving for Lyft in July. He also keeps plugging away at writing fiction, and coordinating the Las Vegas Writers’ Group. He’s also on the board of Writers of Southern Nevada. He writes a bit. Oh, and he passed the Jeopardy audition, but hasn’t heard from them yet.
We have one animal casualty to report. Bob Katt has bone cancer in his right leg, and the prognosis is not good. He’s a very fine cat, soft as a bunny, and will be sorely missed.
In other animal news, Beauregard Katt grew up and the other cats quit letting him eat first. He was confused, but acquiesced. Georgia had a blood tumor removed from her tummy. Emmy grew into a furry pig after Beau grew up and quit chasing her around. Kitty the Forest Cat managed to avoid being shaved for this year. And Sonny, fka Mister Sunshine, continues to be just about the nicest cat I’ve ever known.
We also visited London in May, wearing ourselves to frazzles in an eight-day trip. We heartily recommend Virgin Atlantic for flying to England. The return trip, especially, was positively enjoyable.
There you go. Why not publish a realistic newsletter of your own? Won’t cost you nuthin’!
Opportunity Village is an organization in Las Vegas, Nevada that provides opportunities for people who normally would not be able to find a job. With training and experience, many of their clients are able to graduate into the “real” job market. They open the Magical Forest every year for the holiday season. Get there early to avoid the big crowds. Ride the train! (That snow is fake, by the way.)
It’s no secret that one of the obligatory things a series author has to do is to produce at least one holiday-themed entry. It’s usually Christmas, but it could be any holiday. Independence Day? Check. Valentine’s Day? You’re kidding, right? Check. New Year’s Day? Check. Even Ground Hog Day? Duh! (Liked the movie.) In the spirit of giving you something else to daydream about while your next big plot development is cooking in the back of your mind, consider how you might adapt your current cast of characters to your favorite holiday? What does a Librarian do on Halloween? Will a Chief ever relax enough to enjoy Labor Day?
Seriously, the holidays present special problems for writers, merely by existing. In my case, I had to finish up a bathroom remodel, and this is the first thing I’ve written in a couple of weeks. And it’s not even fiction! Maybe the way to go is similar to what I do about eating sweets over the holidays: I don’t try to avoid it. I keep it down to as mild a roar as possible, which isn’t always that mild a roar as I dearly love sweets. I also don’t worry too much about production over this period. If it’s something that just has to come out, it will, whether I will it or not. Otherwise, I keep notes and other things to ensure that I can pick up right where I left off, whether it’s the holidays or not. This seems to work out for me, provided that I’m not too fat to fit behind my desk at the end of it all. 🙂
It’s on the drive back from Balibo I decide that, while Pat might take a local bus eight hours into the mountains to visit Nilthon, Leslie Godfrey is not up to the task. By hour two of our three hour trip back to Dili, my arms are sore from clutching Little America’s “Oh Shit Handle.” Bill decides t
Source: Oe Cusse
We arrive in Balibo and disembark the truck I’m now calling “Little America.” The village is built around one open common space square with a statue in the middle. An older Timorese woman walks down a picturesque hillside, her head wrapped in a skirt of fabric the traditional way. The only sound
Source: Timor Leste – The Resistance
“So what do you have planned today?” My mom asks me. For the last hour or two, I’ve been rooted to the same spot on Sonrisa’s salon bench, strategically nestled beneath the fan. Sweat glistens on my upper lip and drips off my chin. My parents are enjoying this view via Facetime. I would go up o
Source: Sea Bees and Balibo