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November 18th, 2009 (09:33 am)

current mood: content

I've featured this cup before, but classics--like the Beatles themselves--are always worth another appearance. Today I'll be checking in between sewing sessions, so if you want something from one of these books to be happy about, please comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, and I'll make sure you get answers during my coffee breaks.

Saturday's coffee cup

October 5th, 2008 (03:50 am)

current mood: nostalgic

I wrote this post Saturday afternoon and forgot to post it. I blame a good evening with friends.

I got this cup when I went to the Clinton Presidential Center in Little Rock in August. It turned out to be Rhonda's designated coffee cup during Hurricane Ike. It was well used.

I like the quote: Nothing big ever came of being small, as I've always felt that small minds and small hearts will never give us big ideas, big dreams, big actions, and big solutions. I could go on and on about that, but I'll spare you.

Saturday was a real TJB kind of day. While I was talking about politics, dogs, and suspenders to Jim on one phone, Timmy called on the other, and Tom told him I'd call him back. As Jim and I were finishing our conversation, Tim and Rex showed up, and Tim and I made a quick trip to High Fashion. Afterward, I returned Timmy's call and had one of those conversations in which we both giggle a lot (and he promises cookies).

October is one of my favorite months in Timothy James Beck history, because (1) by this month in 1997, we'd transitioned from strangers into a group of four friends in the chatroom where we met; (2) our first novel, It Had to Be You, was released on October 1, 2001; (3) a large group of diverse friends and acquaintances came together in Manhattan to celebrate that release with a party that lasted into the wee hours of the morning, followed by breakfast with a big crowd of friends; and (4) this is the month that Tim moved from Manhattan to Houston and made writing the rest of those books in my right sidebar a lot less complicated.

Big friendships. Big dreams. Big happiness. Thank you.

Good things from the Midwest

March 20th, 2008 (11:43 am)

current mood: groggy

This morning when I woke up way earlier than I wanted to, my sister had already baked biscuits. I'm not a good biscuit maker; in our house, Tom bakes the best biscuits. However, only my sister makes biscuits that can compare to my mother's, so waking up to them is a wonderful event.

On these biscuits, I used almost the last of my Amana, Iowa, strawberry rhubarb preserves that Lisa sent me. In honor of that deliciousness, I had my coffee in a mug she brought with her in February:

The Midwest, via Lisa and Debby, has been very good to me today. I'm not sure any of that can compare, however, to what has to be my all-time favorite text message that I received while driving through West U last night:

From: Timothy
Rex's ass exploded.
8:04 pm 3/19/08

Bet nobody else got one of those.


December 27th, 2007 (04:06 pm)

current mood: sad

I just heard the painter in my kitchen knock an entire shelf of coffee cups to the floor with a resounding cacophony of breaking glass. It'll be interesting to find out what lived and what died of the cups I've featured on LiveJournal.

And considering the international news today, it doesn't really matter a lot to me right now. Mostly I feel for the painter, who probably fears my wrath and has no idea that none is forthcoming.

Button Sunday Plus

October 28th, 2007 (01:15 pm)

current mood: moody

I called Tim earlier to see what's going on. They took him for more x-rays at two a.m., but he hasn't seen a doctor today to know what that means. It would be great if the chest tube could come out today, because if all goes well after that happens, maybe he could come home as early as tomorrow. I'm not getting my hopes up again though.

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David Puterbaugh tried to turn my unborn children into mutant rats

July 17th, 2007 (10:56 am)

current mood: giddy

This morning I was going to have my coffee in this stunning mug that David Puterbaugh got for me when he was in Boston. He carefully wrapped it and brought it all the way to New Orleans to hand-deliver it to me. (It was one of two mugs he gave me, one of which I featured in an earlier post.)

And then...
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Tuesday With Becky

May 23rd, 2007 (02:35 am)

current mood: tired

Oh, the exciting life of a writer. It just never ends. After I woke up Tuesday, I had coffee in this cup:

That's a cup that the fabulous davidpnyc brought all the way from London--with a side trip to NYC--to New Orleans to give to me. How cool is that? Do you know, by the way, how I know David in the first place?
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Another for Joel

April 16th, 2007 (04:30 pm)

current mood: dry

I used the following coffee cup today because Joel chose the Beatles to accompany the sound of the rain and the water sloshing around in his garage and basement. I hope you dry out SOON, Joel. (And you, too, David, and I hope FARB is dry, too.) The cup was a gift from across the pond, when Timmy and Paul visited Abbey Road studios. I love it.

Keep it up, mockers

February 15th, 2007 (01:28 pm)

current mood: amused

You ever just sit back, put up your feet, and enjoy watching people mock your fear of scary movies? Or maybe theirs is an act of compassion. By taking my fear to a humorous extreme, they will rob it of its energy to frighten me... Yeah, that's it. They're all GIVERS! Selfless, considerate, thoughtful...

I do have the best friends in the world, which will be the subject of future posts. Like the one wherein I talk about How I Got to Know My Writing Partners Online and maybe also How the Compound Works (though I'm not sure I understand that question, Steve). Or I may first discuss My Theory of Evolution or Some Random Childhood Memory for Todd.

Meanwhile, speaking of friends...

YESTERDAY's coffee cup, in this photo that I never had the opportunity to post, is one I don't think I've featured before. It was a gift from Sweet Li'l Amy Sue (who some of you may remember is the former Rex-Tender) sometime back in the early to mid-nineties. The cup was designed by and proceeds from sales were contributed to DIFFA, which is the acronym for The Design Industries Foundation Fighting AIDS. It has long been the coffee cup I reach for most often.

In the photo, you can also see the little V-card that Tom made for me and put in front of my computer monitor for me to find when I awoke. Because in this house, if you want me to see anything? The best place for it is near the computer.

Denece treated me to lunch yesterday. We met at the Galleria. There are many, many places to park at the Galleria. There are several four- or five-story garages and also several underground garages. They are located in the vicinity of different anchor stores. I usually park near Nordstrom, but yesterday I tried a different garage. With my usual ability to step out of my car and go in the exact opposite direction of the one I should take, I ended up in the bowels of the Westin Galleria. If you should ever be a guest of this hotel (as Keelie's grandmother was in A COVENTRY CHRISTMAS), rest assured: No one gets past the security guard of what is probably the employee entrance.

Once I found my way to Denece, we had a wonderful six-hour visit at the restaurant. (We go between the lunch and dinner rush and we're always generous with the waitstaff, who let us take a table for the entire afternoon.) Denece always gives me so many things to think about, including insights into the complexities of human relationships as well as the wonderful world of animals (I daresay no layperson knows more about every dog breed than Denece). Plus I got to tell her one of my dirty little secrets. (HA HA HA!) We also made a little trip to Borders, where I ran into the manager, J., and got to thank him personally and hug him for his attention to A COVENTRY CHRISTMAS. He said he just ordered more copies of all the TJB books because he's building up the stock of the GLBT section. He's the best.

I have to mop the floors now and ponder my next post, which I may title Gone With The Exorcist, my being a SAP* and all.

*Southern American Princess

I'm glad I don't wear T-shirts

February 2nd, 2007 (03:07 pm)
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current mood: geeky

But I must avoid the coffee cups here, too.

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