Writers often roll their eyes at the decisions of their publishers that just don’t seem to make any sense. But I’ve found an instance at that intersection of movies and music that makes it clear those publishers aren’t alone.
If you’ve heard the trailer to the movie Like Crazy, you may have been as captivated by Ingrid Michaelson’s gorgeous interpretation of the old Elvis Presley song, “Can’t Help Falling in Love with You.” I immediately began searching around for it and after I figured out who the artist was, I bought it on iTunes.
But get this. It isn’t on the Like Crazy soundtrack! How can you leave a song that drp-dead gorgeous — a song featured on the trailer — and leave it out of the soundtrack?
How do you like the new banner? The image is based on original artwork by Glenn Chadbourne, depicting me as Jack Torrance in Stephen King’s The Shining.
It isn’t perfect. I’m hoping the WordPress theme I use can be customized to allow for the artwork in its original form, as opposed to the stretched version I’m using to make it all fit.
But I like it. Certainly a lot more than that boring old pen I had up there.
Here’s the artwork in its original form. (Thanks to my wonderful daughter for her help with the formatting.)
Don’t you love it?
Hope you like the new website design. Eventually, I’d like to add a more flashy header, but I like the way I can better display my available books with this format. The more flashy header will come sooner or later.
Not to mention that the really cool Amazon carousel didn’t fit the old theme.
There’s something wrong about a magazine having its Table of Contents on page 38 and what’s more, it not being a complete table but rather one that just lists the feature stories. If you want a listing of the columns — and yes, it was a column I was looking for in Vanity Fair — you have to flip to page 64.
I mean, I get it. The whole idea is for me to flip through 37 pages of advertisements in search of Table of Contents, Part I, and then flip through more pictures of blue-eyed women and guys looking like I never have nor never will look like to get to Table of Contents, Part II.
But here’s the thing. I’m not going to shop at Hugo Boss or Ralph Lauren or Bloomingdale’s just because I flipped, annoyed, past their advertisements. I won’t start using Clinique spot remover or wearing Guess apparel, not even that fishnet-and-garters thingie on page 22.
I was wondering if Vanity Fair might not do those of us without a shopping gene in our bodies a favor by granting us a special edition that has the Table of Contents right on pages one and two.
Then I took a closer look at the cover and saw that Vanity Fair is already providing a special edition that goes even one better. If you look really closely (and squint a bit if you’ve got eyes like mine), you can see the page number in very fine print of every article showcased on the cover.
So to Vanity Fair, I salute you and say in the immortal words of Emily Litella, “Never mind.”
I woke up at 2:59 this morning to a loud crash. I thought sure someone was in the house but my search (wielding, of course, a fearsome steak knife) turned up nothing.
Some detective work after I got up concluded that it must have been snow avalanching off the back roof onto the bulkhead. But I can’t really tell because you can only see that part of the roof from the backyard and I’m not willing to trudge through snow that deep to find out for sure.
The alternate theory is that the crash in the night is connected to me reading Stephen King’s Full Dark, No Stars right now. The supporting evidence? The snow on the roof at the front of the house hasn’t moved an inch and remains about two or three feet high.
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Now that I finallyhave this blog integrated into this website (as opposed to providing a link to a WordPress site) I expect to be posting a lot more regularly. Sorry for the delays. I’m sure many of you turned blue while holding your breath waiting for me, but I ran into a lot more technical difficulties than I expected. In retrospect, some of them were easily avoidable, but isn’t that how twenty-twenty hindsight always works?