Archives for November2007


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I read Robin Brande’s Evolution, Me, and Other Freaks of Nature last night. The main character Mena is outcast from her charismatic Christian church due to a letter she wrote (I won’t reveal the contents of that letter–it’s part of the plot.) What I loved about this book most of all was how Brande managed to show the damaging aspects to evangelical culture without resorting to name-calling or disrespect. Further, she manages to show what it’s like on the “inside” of evangelical culture and what it suddenly feels like to be on the “outside,” a feeling I know well myself! I remember how you couldn’t tell people the truth if they were on the “outside” but I also remember how, once you started questioning things, you were seen as part of the enemy. Happened to me, too, in a very different way than it did to Mena but it rang true. Good job, Robin, and good luck with the book.

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One of Those Days That’s Hard To Keep Going

The irony is that I always have these days when there’s some measure of success–e.g., I’m told that people love my book. Great! When is the admiration-steroid going to kick in????

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My Space Account…

So I finally started a myspace account. That means I need friends. Do I have any out there? Anybody? Don’t let me feel so lonely!

The address is http://www.myspace.com/jlpowers.

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Writer(s) I would give my left foot to write like….

I was visiting Menlo-Atherton High School today when a student caught me totally by surprise, asking me who is my favorite writer. Even better, what writer would I give my left foot to write like. Well, truth is, there is no ONE writer like that. And, I guess I like what brilliant genius musician Emily Wells said: “When I was 16, I wanted to be Ani DiFranco. Now I just want to be Emily Wells. The best Emily Wells I can be. That’s more than enough for me.”

But here’s a few writers that I really, really, really admire. Read More

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New puppy pix

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Here’s the boy christened “Deedle”…in all his 3-week-old glory.

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Will the real Melvin Durbuloid please stand up?

Evidently, Melvin Durbuloid WAS a true character around Boise a number of years ago, as my brother Erik pointed out in this post, Speaking of Squatters…  I haven’t actually heard from Melvin himself but I did hear from a few of his friends who live in Seattle now and were wondering who Erik was (not sure if Erik responded to them). Now I’ve heard from somebody else who says Melvin was a character around San Francisco as well. Mike writes: “I worked as a Custodian at San Francisco International Airport in the early 1980’s and someone used to write ‘Melvin Durbuloid was here’ all over the restrooms or else “Negroid, Caucasoid, Mongoloid, Durbuloid’.” His comment is also posted at the above-named post.

Interesting. So, where are you Melvin Durbuloid and do we want to know who you are?

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Speaking of the spiritual personality of places….

I spent last week in Utah, home of the LDS church, fundamentalist LDS church, and a whole lot of other crazy folks–including my crazy brother, sister-in-law, and a host of other friends and relatives, none of whom are Mormon but, by virtue of living in Utah, know a whole lot about it by default. Familiarity can breed contempt. A writer I know mentioned to me on Sunday that living in Utah has caused her to be less “open-minded” about Mormonism, a fact she wasn’t proud of but recognized was due to living there: she’s seen the coerciveness of the church and its culture. Read More

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San Bruno, California

We all have our romantic ideas. One of mine is certainly that particular landscapes, particular cities, particular places have characters that are uniquely their own–characters that are almost spiritual, perhaps. For example, I’ve long thought El Paso, Texas is a place where people have suffered and, through those sufferings, learned how to be merciful towards people who fail. I see this is the region’s long history of migration, the long history of people who come to make good on the American dream and, failing, try again until at last they succeed. Paradoxically, of course, the Chihuahuan desert is a place where only hardy things survive the intense heat and harsh conditions. So in my romantic vision, El Paso is spiritually shaped by these kind of opposing forces–the history of migration/immigration and the reality of desert life. As a result, well, it’s kind of a schizophrenic place. Read More

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Another Censorship Letter

In a letter to a high school student who is concerned that parents are trying to censor two of Pat Conroy’s books in West Virginia, Pat Conroy delivered a few quotable lines that I love:

 ”I have yet to meet an English teacher who assigned a book [in order to] to damage a kid….I loathe it when they are bullied by know-nothing parents or cowardly school boards.”

“People cuss in my books. People cuss in my real life. I cuss, especially at Citadel basketball games.”

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Freedom of the Press

Anybody know who said this, “Freedom of the press belongs to him who owns one”?

Maybe that’s why I’m biting the bullet and finally starting my own small queendom–a publishing company with an owner, editor, and publicist of one. At least for now.

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