 December
2003 | So,
what about that stupid novel, anyway?
For the 1.4 persons interested in my work of sheer speed-written
brilliance, Last Seen Leaving,
which has been said by critics to be a "...shrewd and ultimately
empathetic commentary on the melancholy yet moving decay of our
souls in modern day America" (or maybe they didn't say that,
but whatever), the book is currently in the hands of one John Q.
Nupper, I mean, my friend Brandon,
who is undertaking the Everestian challenge, accompanied only by
the inner sherpas of his own sheer will, to scale the 50,355 - word
pinnacle of my prose. Apparently he has bound a single, unedited
copy of this random novelistic screed (because he is the bestest
friend), and it is currently in the US mail, somewhere between Seattle
and Chicago.
Over
Christmas, when I am on vacation from a certain mammoth sized technology
conglorporation, I plan to read it, face my inner demons of insecurity,
futility, and creative inertia, decide whether the mother is worth
months of hellish rewriting and re-editing, and potentially post
an excerpt on the site. Which is silly because Brandon, tiny dog's
lone audience member, has already read the thing.
Oh
yeah, and I have to write two new stories.
 But
I digress from the subject of Elliott Smith...
As tiny dog's
1.4 audience members are fully aware, tiny
dog entered a protracted period of creative mourning in October,
when Elliott Smith had a fatal confrontation with a steak knife
(and probably the three demons of heroin, mental problems, and whiskey,
although I myself never saw a word on the Internet about what exactly
happened). The aforementioned Nup has created
a great tribute song called Fade to Black that uses
lyrics and music in an apt way to remember him. Also great is the
latest blog song, Words, a cover song from the morose midwestern
band Low. Right on Nupper!! Blog on my friend. The sock
monkey is in the mail. I swear. Well, almost.
What
sock monkey?
 This
one.
You too can
make your own sock monkey. All you need is the following:
- Socks
- Some idea
of how to cut those up and turn them into a monkey
- About five
hours of rote stitching plus an hour to drive around to craft
stores when you run out of embroidery thread
- A high tolerance
for repeated stabbings in the thumb with an embroidery needle
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