This guy!
Not really, but a newspaper published an article partially about me. Pretty sweet, right? I'll transcribe the thing into here so you can all see how witty I am in person, according to a third-person report! Totally sweet.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Monday, December 04, 2006
What's in a Name
So I'm on Amazon looking up Dr. Rick Henry's books (he's a professor of mine, I feel like I should support him) and then I think "Boy, I'll look up my own name!" James Beardsley it is, with a few different results.
On the top of the list is a man named James Beardsley Hendryx, apparently a writer of ribald Alaskan adventures. Uh oh. One of these articles looks like Hendryx is a pseudonym and his real name is Beardsley... Oh, never mind, I look up a bio and he was born JBH. Whew. Close one.
Apparently the guy that founded the Beardsley Zoo was named James. But he was a cattle baron. Not exactly a writer, thank goodness.
Some jerkoff postal inspector used the name James Beardsley in fake correspondence to bust... a "free love" conclave? That's weird. I wonder if I could use that in a story. It's an amusing coincidence. With the right spin it could make something cool.
I'm not sure why I was so worried about the Hendryx thing. I am very attached to my name; it has a nice anglo-saxon ring to it that I think would look fantastic on a book cover. My own little piece of egotism. But another James Beardsley in my field could ruin me. Bad enough I've got that pervert Aubrey with his giant Lysistrata penises... He's famous enough. But another James Beardsley, writing somewhat pulpish adventure stories for children could hurt my credibility. I'd hate to have to take a pen name, though I'm awfully attached to "Seamus O'Shaugnessy." Maybe I'll use that one for racy stories or something.
On the top of the list is a man named James Beardsley Hendryx, apparently a writer of ribald Alaskan adventures. Uh oh. One of these articles looks like Hendryx is a pseudonym and his real name is Beardsley... Oh, never mind, I look up a bio and he was born JBH. Whew. Close one.
Apparently the guy that founded the Beardsley Zoo was named James. But he was a cattle baron. Not exactly a writer, thank goodness.
Some jerkoff postal inspector used the name James Beardsley in fake correspondence to bust... a "free love" conclave? That's weird. I wonder if I could use that in a story. It's an amusing coincidence. With the right spin it could make something cool.
I'm not sure why I was so worried about the Hendryx thing. I am very attached to my name; it has a nice anglo-saxon ring to it that I think would look fantastic on a book cover. My own little piece of egotism. But another James Beardsley in my field could ruin me. Bad enough I've got that pervert Aubrey with his giant Lysistrata penises... He's famous enough. But another James Beardsley, writing somewhat pulpish adventure stories for children could hurt my credibility. I'd hate to have to take a pen name, though I'm awfully attached to "Seamus O'Shaugnessy." Maybe I'll use that one for racy stories or something.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Sometimes it Snows
Because my window faces out into the corner of a quadrant of dormitories I don't see snow fall. The straight down or slightly slanted descent of frozen water isn't what I see when I look out at my window in the morning. For me, snow dances. It goes up and down and spins and slows and sometimes just seems to hover. Sometimes the snow seems to decide against the ground and fly straight back up towards the clouds.
It's pretty weird. But either way, it's snowing, which is pretty awesome. Hopefully it's doing the same at home - the only thing more depressing than that sickly cold house is that sickly cold house without some snow outside.
Skiing!
It's pretty weird. But either way, it's snowing, which is pretty awesome. Hopefully it's doing the same at home - the only thing more depressing than that sickly cold house is that sickly cold house without some snow outside.
Skiing!
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