Ben Beecher
Posted on November 30, 2008 | Filed Under Who's Who
I’ve gotten a wild hair up me arse and decided I wanted to write some things about friends of mine. The list isn’t horrendously long (if you know me you know why) but since all of these folks have had, at the very least, a large impact on who I am today I thought it might be a nice homage to give them each their own little official Constuct biography. None of the ‘constuctologies’ will be particular long, some shorter than other’s but whatever the case, all of them rank at the top.
So, that said, we’ll start with Ben. No reason why really, but we must start somewhere.
My friendship with Ben started back in the spring of ‘98. I’d seen him fall of ‘97 in a rather dull production of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead and Ben was the one big standout in the show, despite the fact that he was playing one of the players (they’re mostly mute.) So in ‘98 when I was involved in a production of Richard II and Richard III in rep, I sought Ben out to get him in the show.
The rest as they say, is history (that pun will become apparent later when I caption the photo in this post.) Read more
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The Pelbar Cycle
Posted on November 19, 2008 | Filed Under Ink and Quill
Way back in the mid-80s when I was stationed in Italy with a detached unit of the 82nd Airborne, I ran across a book called The Breaking of Northwall. It was a post-apocalyptic story set 1000 years in our future. I remember enjoying the book but otherwise don’t remember a whole lot about it.
Over the years, I ran across other books apparently part of a series. I didn’t pick them up as I passed on them for other things. However, last year, for some reason I ran across my old tattered copy of Northwall and decided I was going to track down the series and give the whole thing a new read; this time in its entirety.
I’ve finished the first and am onto the second now (there are seven in all) but they are fairly ’short’ compared to most contemporary fantasy/sci-fi books, roughly 200-260 pages a book. The first one was very interesting. It was dry, almost like a text book, but also had a certain something that felt like telling stories around a camp fire. The author doesn’t over-write (as many of the current authors of fantasy and sci-fi can have a tendency to do.) Very Hemingway-esque in the ability to make you fill in the gaps on your own.
I liked it and am looking forward to finally seeing how this 25 year old series progresses. Stay tuned.
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Thunderpaws
Posted on November 9, 2008 | Filed Under Life in NC
We lost Seattle last night. She was having trouble breathing and when we arrived at the emergency vets she was in severe respiratory distress. They did all they could but in the end, her sweet little heart gave out and she couldn’t stay.
In the nine years that I’ve known Seattle she and I went from hating each other to really caring and loving each other. In the last three years, she took to following me around anytime I was at home. She’d meow or trill at me and we’d have five minute conversations (more than I have with most people.) And I mean that five minutes literally. Her favorite spot was to light on my chest and purr.
Purring for Seattle became a big deal. Anytime I was in the room, she purred. None stop. She only stopped when she was asleep.
We gave her the nickname Thunderpaws because she was not the most stealthy of cats when she was just hanging out. You could hear her coming down the hallway from any room in the house.
She’d crawl on the couch next to Krista and they’d watch a movie. She wake us in the morning because it was time for food and we’d surely been asleep long enough.
She was soft, and sweet, and her she loved sleeping right in the middle of our bed at the head between all the pillows. She would only drink from the buckets of water that Krista collected to take outside and use to water plants. She absolutely loved to get in the tub and drink from the bucket that Krista always kept beneath the faucet.
When we were outside during the day, she’d often sit at the screen door and watch what we were doing. I liked to hold her and stand at the window as twilight hit and watch her investigate all the movement that went on in Krista’s garden.
I have so many wonderful and fond memories of her. She’ll always hold a special place for Krista and I. We’ll always treasure those memories and think of her with a great deal of warmth and smiles.
Krista and I will miss her dearly.
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