tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post8161274903747229016..comments2024-03-28T22:01:11.059-04:00Comments on Murder is Everywhere: Sore SeasonOvidia Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05749549092493567689noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-75753725670443829602012-04-22T23:49:50.925-04:002012-04-22T23:49:50.925-04:00Hi Tim,
I believe in three's too.
Enjoyed you...Hi Tim,<br /><br />I believe in three's too.<br />Enjoyed your blog.<br /><br />SusieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-63863442571405543442012-04-16T00:44:46.995-04:002012-04-16T00:44:46.995-04:00Hi, again. Such a day. Offline all day trying to...Hi, again. Such a day. Offline all day trying to push through the middle of a new book, got 2200 words, a lot for me, and feeling good, if tired.<br /><br />Lil, if it weren't for you and people like you, we'd be falling trees in a forest with no one around. Hard to imagine writing books no one would ever read -- like handing something off into thin air. So glad you're out there.<br /><br />Jean, that's distressing. Let's hope the book isn't alphabetical, or if it is, they're past all our names now and have to come back to us. I've long thought that one of the better elements in the design of life is that we have no idea how long we'll get to do it.<br /><br />Jeff, that WAS you in the taxi. That attitude is unmistakable.Timothy Hallinanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00551263887774445511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-38264189990520139412012-04-16T00:34:47.354-04:002012-04-16T00:34:47.354-04:00Jean,
If you're right about all that Margorie...Jean,<br /><br />If you're right about all that Margorie, Margaret, Mary stuff, I most sincerely wish you a long, healthy, and joy-filled life.<br /><br />JeffJeffrey Sigerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00718317707555064653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-16800332567286036642012-04-15T23:28:03.785-04:002012-04-15T23:28:03.785-04:00Your mother was right, Tim. Celebrities die in thr...Your mother was right, Tim. Celebrities die in threes. While I was working as a news reporter in San Diego, I was asked to fill in for the obituary reporter on alternate Saturdays. Much to my surprise, I discovered that everyone who died on a certain day had similar names such as Marjorie, Margaret or Mary. Sounds crazy but it's true. Maybe there's a register on the other side with our names in it. :)Jean Henry Meadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08146960738692672013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-14582180535723919912012-04-15T18:09:18.410-04:002012-04-15T18:09:18.410-04:00Mr. Hallinan, in connection with your "feelin...Mr. Hallinan, in connection with your "feelings" as to my possible condition on the night in question, I invoke the fifth. Or perhaps it was a quart? All I remember of that ride was some cactus chewing driver with a great hat, hallucinating over some make believe cat pissing on his dashboard radio.<br /><br />I tried to humor the distraught soul by suggesting, "Maybe the cat doesn't like the music? You oughta try earphones."<br /><br />Then it started raining.Jeffrey Sigerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00718317707555064653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-65120727049060207882012-04-15T14:27:37.336-04:002012-04-15T14:27:37.336-04:00Someone said that life was a mystery. There is tha...Someone said that life was a mystery. There is that famous Chinese saying "in every crisis there is opportunity." I suspect that rolling with punches, and getting through things builds our confidence, so that we can believe in our abilities, helps us create or work harder at it, knowing that something will happen. What you guys do is a wonder to me, and how much pleasure it gives to me, is again part of the mystery. And ultimately, the gift.lil Glucksternhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09288522126331817172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-91657344857122371932012-04-15T13:44:48.062-04:002012-04-15T13:44:48.062-04:00Hi, Jeff -- were you the guy who got rained on? T...Hi, Jeff -- were you the guy who got rained on? The cab was equipped with heavy rubber bumpers filled with water, so when you hit something some of the force was deflected upward, popping the caps on some holes on top of the bumper and shooting the water into the air. If you were the drunk guy in the back, you were the one who watched me turn on my wipers and then said, "Shit, it wasn't even cloudy when I started drinking." Somehow, Jeff, this feels like you.<br /><br />Beth, threes are magical, or have been in virtually every cultural tradition in human history, although I've never really looked to find out why. I like the roller coaster metaphor, but it's got one problem: on a roller coaster, you always know the drop is coming, but the string actually fools us into forgetting that, bringing us, as Dorothy Parker called then, fresh new hells at irregular intervals. And the thing about the earphones is that the cat might as well have torn them up, since the odds against my ever putting on my head a pair of phones that a cat has defecated on can best be expressed as a negative cubed number.<br /><br />Everett, epiphanies, is it? I love yours, so I'll probably let some time lapse so you don't top me too effortlessly. I had several that literally changed my life thanks in part to some finely-ground cactus back in the bad old 70s, and since then little nudges of enlightenment since, usually of the "universe is perfectly balanced" kind. Also, many that have to do with my work and the nature of the (my?) creative process, which, like everyone's, is deeply mysterious.Timothy Hallinanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00551263887774445511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-53399133211148278922012-04-15T12:45:17.118-04:002012-04-15T12:45:17.118-04:00Actually, Sore Season (or deaths in 3's, or an...Actually, Sore Season (or deaths in 3's, or any other event clumping) is a statistical certainty. To avoid them, things would have to happen with unbelievably constant, steady regularity, and that's just not going to happen. Statistics and bell curves 'require' that 'noticeable' events clump together... except for those occasional times when statistics tell us that they WON'T, of course.<br /><br />Here's a subject for a future column (since we're reflecting on times past): How many out-and-out epiphanies have you had in your life? What were they? When did they happen? I've had very few (I've always been a very smart fellow, so that makes it harder to have an epiphany, you know?) But one has always stood out in my memory: it was my first or second year of college, and a small group of us were crossing the street in front of our dorm, and between one step and the next, I *KNEW* that happiness is not something that comes TO us, but is something that comes OUT of us, that it's a CHOICE, and we can choose to be happy (or choose NOT to be) at any moment, regardless of what is happening in our lives.Everett Kaserhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12371555243187874414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-34518467589313100392012-04-15T10:23:21.685-04:002012-04-15T10:23:21.685-04:00The notion of things coming in 3's is very Iri...The notion of things coming in 3's is very Irish of the Catholic variety. It has to do with the Trinity. My mother was not superstitious; she considered that a pagan trait. The did believe in the trinity of events but it didn't have to be deaths. It merely had to be something that grabbed attention.<br /><br />I don't think of life as a string with knots. It seems more like a roller coaster designed by a demented teenager (as are they all) who designs something that goes for long stretches on a gently undulating track broken up by times when the car is perched on top of a mountain with an incredible view of great things, then plunges rapidly into said teenagers version of a flume - people get soaked along the way. <br /><br />You are correct in stating that we miss how lovely the view is along the gentle part of the track, and we don't give the highs credit for being as joyous as they are, but we never forget the plunges that soak us till we are limp.<br /><br />If you had a dog, the earphones would be in pieces. This would be annoying but far less gross.Bethhttp://www.murderbytype.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-19174549058922361962012-04-15T01:41:58.513-04:002012-04-15T01:41:58.513-04:00I think I might have been in your cab that night. ...I think I might have been in your cab that night. Quite a ride you take us on.Jeffrey Sigerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00718317707555064653noreply@blogger.com