Jᴀᴄᴜʀᴜᴛᴜ - Tʜᴇ Cᴀsᴛ Oᴜᴛ

Brian Herbert wrote:He's also my backpacking buddy (Bruce Taylor or Mr. Magic), on many a trip into the untrammeled wilderness of the Pacific Northwest. On a regular basis-whenever he feels overwhelmed by the burdens and B.S. of civilization - Bruce needs to go out and commune with nature, where it recharges his batteries . I remember one evening in particular when we watched the incredible gathering of dusk over the Enchantment Lakes. :romance-adore:The sky changed as the purple swept over us , and moments later - far to the west, beyond trees and mountains - we noticed an eerie, sickly yellow glow, reminding us that we had not escaped after all. It was the lights of Seattle against the sky, from seventy-five miles away.

Brian Herbert wrote:To a large degree this has to do with his attempt to understand his parents and in particular his father, and in this regard, I am a kindred spirit with him. Joseph Campbell once said that the quest for one's father is a hero's journey, and I know from personal experience that it can be an ardous, painful pursuit, but one that can lead to incredible enlightenment. Much of Bruce Taylor's prose is written from the perspective of a bright child, one who is in some pain but overcomes it by seeing the world of adults as truly bizarre, whimsical and weird. It's important to realize that Bruce's stories are not strange; the world is, and he's separated himself from it in order to show us new realities, with remarkable clarity and insight.

Brian Herbert wrote:ruce and I are in an eclectic writing group that comprises quite a range of personalities and talents, including: Linda Shepherd (a feminist writer who is also a Ph.D. biochemist); Cal Clawson (a writer of math books and western novels); Marie Landis (a science fiction/fantasy writer who is an accomplished painter); and Phyllis Lambert (a scientist who writes about human aging and about monkeys in car washes). Somewhere in all of this, Bruce and I seem to fit in, or at least we haven't been asked to leave yet. At our Friday evening sessions, the conversations are catholic (with a small "c") ranging from Plato, Einstein and vampires to debates over whether the fisherman in one of our stories should haul up a human toe or an eyeball. To catagorize the members of our group (and Bruce to a large extent), it might be said that we're interested in everything, and we're a support group for the fragile creative psyches of writers. Bruce is an integral part of this, and for years, I have appreciated his intellectual input and emotioanal support.

Mr. Teg wrote:Linda Shepherd (a feminist writer who is also a Ph.D. biochemist); Cal Clawson (a writer of math books and western novels); Marie Landis (a science fiction/fantasy writer who is an accomplished painter); and Phyllis Lambert (a scientist who writes about human aging and about monkeys in car washes).

TheDukester wrote:

Mr. Teg wrote:Linda Shepherd (a feminist writer who is also a Ph.D. biochemist); Cal Clawson (a writer of math books and western novels); Marie Landis (a science fiction/fantasy writer who is an accomplished painter); and Phyllis Lambert (a scientist who writes about human aging and about monkeys in car washes).

I'm full of words today! Here's one for all of these social misfits:

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SandChigger wrote:Um, the date on all this stuff is 1998, right? So BoBo's been cheatin' on Kevie all these years?

WAY TO GO, BOBES!

Mr. Teg wrote:

SandChigger wrote:Um, the date on all this stuff is 1998, right? So BoBo's been cheatin' on Kevie all these years?

WAY TO GO, BOBES!

The date was interesting back in 1998.
The atmosphere of the whole thing struck me like Bobo's finally coming out of the closet or something.

we watched the incredible gathering of dusk

BH wrote:the purple swept over us

SandRider wrote:

we watched the incredible gathering of dusk

what the fuck ...?