Scout Pueblo

I’m about 30 minutes away from leaving for the Heard Scout Pueblo. Our troop is doing a 2-night camp out. The boys are excited because it’s an official scout camp, and so we get to use the rifle range. Hopefully, I’ll have pictures when we get back. www.ricknovy.com

Smelly Shit

In addition to the morning paper, we found this smelly piece of racist shit in our driveway this morning. I’ve lived here almost ten years and this is the first time I’ve had something like this dropped in my driveway. Perhaps I should ask my 100% Filipino wife and 50%… Continue reading

Astropoetica? Really?

Here’s another first for me. I sold a prose poem to Astropoetica. Nominally, I don’t do poetry. Except limericks. I do sometimes write limericks. There was a man incredibly crass,Who had horribly flatulant gas.Smells? There were plenty.Friends? There weren’t any.But he sounds like a section of brass! That’s generally the… Continue reading

Alan Dean Foster

Russell and I went down to Poisoned Pen this evening to see Alan Dean Foster and have a book signed. Russell had to write a report on a well-known Arizonan in 4th grade, and he wrote about Alan. I thought he would enjoy meeting the real deal. I had an… Continue reading

Politics as Usual

Aaaagh! Go away! I already voted. Stop sending me junk mail. Stop the ads on my TV. I already voted. I’m tired of listening to the lies, lies, lies! Leave me alone and go away. Stop the computer phone calls! Go bother an undecided! I already voted! Leave me alone!… Continue reading

Judgement Day

For any of my local readers, please look here before you vote. This is the only resource I could find with information about the three dozen judges on tuesday’s ballot. www.ricknovy.com

The Callouses Are Coming Back

I’ve been playing guitar enough since the weekend that I can feel the callouses coming back. The rhythm line from Tangled Up in Blue is coming along now that I figured out a way to deal with the fingerpicking and strumming. I’m not taking any lessons, so it’s all creativity… Continue reading

Dylan

I seem to have migrated into music mode a the expense of my fiction. This happens to me from time to ime, and I do have some modest ambitions in that area as well. My “band,” the Iapetus Project, will eventually produce self-recorded, self-distributed music. That is several years off,… Continue reading