Suzie’s House 557 : Sound Reasoning
“Do you sometimes get the feeling our luck is a bit too good,” Emma said.
“Yeah. All the worst stuff we do to ourselves.” Justin looked morose. But that was to be expected.
She felt sorry for him. Even if he didn’t say much about it, she could tell he felt responsible for Kate leaving the band, even though Kate hadn’t really said anything official. She just never showed up or answered anyone’s calls or hung out with them at school anymore.
Suzie’s House 556 : Studio Performance II
“Wow. They’re good.”
Peter couldn’t help but marvel. He’d watched these kids, just barely old enough to be in high school, filter into the studio like it was their second home, much the way they seemed to run tame all over town. Right up until the minute their picked up instruments they were joking and horsing around like any other teenagers.
Then bam! They were in the thick of it. Every instrument right on tempo with a complicated kind of intro that he could hold dream of playing. And the vocals! He’d had no idea Emma could sing like that.
Haircut
I chopped it all off – about 20 inches of hair. Now I have what The Girl calls “an old lady afro.” These are times when I notice the difference.
1. For the first hour I was so light headed I thought I’d pass out.
2. When I turn my head fast.
3. When I glance in a mirror I have to stop and convince myself it’s really me.
Tips
“If you’re going to work me so hard, you could at least give me more allowance.” Liam leaned the snow shovel against the wall and stomped loose clumps of white fluff from his boots while his father just stood there.
“How much you want?”
“I don’t know. Something more than I get now. Just, you know, randomly throw a little extra cash my way for a job well done. Like put out a tip jar for me.”
“Right.”
The next day Liam found a jar full of pink and purple paper with his name on it. He pulled a slip out.
“Bend your knees when you shovel.”
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Suzie’s House 555 : Studio Performance 1
“Hey. You guys busy?”
Bruce wouldn’t normally bother asking, but these old dudes staying at Emma’s house looked alright. Besides, the way Emma’s mouth was working, she wanted to say it but couldn’t. Also, besides, the band had just run off some dumb jock who might come back with friends to do a little gay bashing. It would be better if the old dudes got off State Street ASAP.
“We were just on our way to our record recording studio,” Tracy jumped in. “Wanna see?”
(more…)MP3 Player
One of my bloggy buddies got me thinking about what I had on my MP3 player when I was traveling around in Indonesia. I had about 16 gigabytes of music. Here’s a sample:
- I carry the complete discography of AfroCelts with me at all times.
The Ascension
“I don’t get it.” Alicia held a pair of shoes. “It’s not really the end of the world, is it?”
“My mother says visionaries predict the end of the world all the time. And every time, people kind of believe. So what if God really did take people into heaven, leaving only their shoes?” Sally made it look like someone had been running when they disappeared.
Liam giggled as he put his shoes down pigeon-toed.
“Whatever.” Alicia found a good place to make her invisible person take a stand.
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less.
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Adam Ickes
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WordPress
In case you are wondering, I did what I thought would be a standard update on WordPress. I have no idea why it took away all my pictures, but that is actually the least of my problems with this. It’s been so long since WordPress had destroyed by blog that I can’t remember how to reinstate the old version. Please bear with me.
1m30s with ASTÉRION THE MINOTAUR
It’s a production put on by a theater group out of France. The do a parade kind of thing in various metropolitan type cities around the world. Sometimes includes a giant spider.
Suzie’s House 554 : Gabe and Pete on State Street
“Ooooh, hot!” Gabe spun in a circle as a good looking couple passed them on State Street.
Pete liked State Street. He liked the crowds, and the fact the only motor traffic allowed was the occasional bus. He liked the diversity of faces and fashion choices. He did not much care for the way his true love was ogling some other man. He slapped Gabe across the chest with a backhand.
One Track Mind
Edmund liked to walk on railroad tracks. Like stacking stones, each step takes concentration. To fail is to fall. Each not-fall is a victory. Edmund didn’t have a lot of victories in life. He treasured each one, not even daring to look up from the tracks to see where he was.
He walked until he heard the train whistle. Oh, right – tracks were for trains, not little boys. Edmund stepped off the tracks, making room for the train to pass. But that wasn’t a failure. Right?
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Dawn M. MillerBreadcrumbs: If you leave a link in my comments to the post where you rose to the challenge, then I will be sure to comment. If it’s hard to find you, I’ll assume you don’t want a visit.
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Squeaky Wheel
“Marcia! Have you seen my oil can?” Fred put his tools down on the workbench and leaned from his little corner of the garage into the kitchen to yell.
“Aren’t they on the wall next to the gas cans?”
He tossed stuff around on the bench – wrenches, sawdust, iron shavings, nuts and bolts, car keys.
“It’ll be easier just to buy a new one. I’m going to the hardware store.” He left. When he got back and went to put the new can away he found half a dozen all lined up together.
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Nick AllenBreadcrumbs: If you leave a link in my comments to the post where you rose to the challenge, then I will be sure to comment. If it’s hard to find you, I’ll assume you don’t want a visit.
Also, please be patient with my slow comment form.
Suzie’s House 553 : Among Friends
“So, why are you really here?” Sophie gave Pete and Gabe a couple of days to come clean. When all they did was camp out in her son’s old room and look like they were trying too hard to stay positive, she laid it on the line. “You aren’t really crashing with us as a form of vacation. Right? Why are you here?”
