Okay, I have nothing to explain these three pictures except that I took them last week when I was in Burnsville to teach my class.
Of course, she has Vienna as a subject . . . with the occasional detour to Venice.
But I loved this series of pictures -- they have a creepy, surreal quality to them -- like an old sci-fi or horror movie maybe.
And speaking of horror movies, I have a title for one. Bear with me here.
I was emailing the coordinator of an book festival to let him know that I'd have a new book out in September. . . titled The Day of Small Thongs.
Fortunately I caught the error before hitting SEND but I've been amusing myself (remember, I'm easily amused) by imagining a story to go with that title.
It's set in Hollywood and the premise is that evil forces have a secret weapon -- a Super Duper Shrinking Ray that shrinks all the thong underwear in a fifty mile radius to a third of its original size. It happens all at once, at high noon, and bedlam ensues, not to mention widespread panic, pain, and general bewilderment.
Angry mobs storm Victoria's Secret bearing torches and pitchforks and walking in a very strange way. Emergency rooms are slammed with wild-eyed . . .
Okay, that's enough for now. Got that out of my system. See you tomorrow.
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