Went to the Golden Fleece StoryTelling Conference last Saturday. They have local meetings every month but I've never attended. Several of my colleagues suggested that I attend the conference and I rely on my colleagues to tell me what I should do.
I talked with a few speakers. A director of a documentary on storytelling overheard my conversation with a presenter. The director interviews me for his documentary. This is my first storytelling function and I'm talking on camera about the craft. Hear me whore.
Sunday my honeybunny and I had lunch with psu_jedi and caryabend. They brought their infant son Nathan whom I met for the first time. He stayed quiet the whole time. I hope psu_jedi and caryabend can keep that going for 22 years or so. Parenting's a bitch. Every day the baby stays alive is a victory. They shoudl put that on their answering machine. Hi, we can't come to the phone because we're busy keeping our baby alive. Leave a message and we'll call when he moves out.
psu_jedi and caryabend are my favorite fans. I woulda quit a long time ago if it hadn't been for their faith in me.
Sunday I went to the Writer's Center Instructor's Reading to hear my friend Nicole read from her book of poetry. The host told me a few readers were AWOL and asked me to read something, so I went to the office and printed Bush Addresses the Nation to Defend Firebombing of Smurfs. Nicole was the last booked reader on the bill. Her poetry is a rare combination of deep and fun, kinda like riding a rollercoaster with the designer. She finished and I high-fived her as we crossed on my way to the lectern.
The audience liked Bush Addresses the Nation to Defend Firebombing of Smurfs. Many of them pretended to be reporters and raised their hands and clamored to ask questions. In Scott McClellan style, I told them it wouldn't be appropriate to comment on an ongoing investigation.