Well I learned all about the hated word “jiggle” so now what’s next?  Ladies this is your chance to let an author of erotica know what other words you completely cringe or get angry at.  Don’t hold back…let fly.  I’m not doing this to be funny, I just suddenly realize this is something I need to know.

Long live Shimmy–Death to Jiggle!

Chris

Cordova Bay Records celebrated their 10th anniversary with a combo holiday party on Dec. 5th.  They are a well respected local music record company that has been able to evolve with the changing industry.  CBR supports a lot of talented independent westcoast music artists and will continue to do so in coming years.

The celebration featured some amazing acoustic performances by CBR’s artists.  It was a lovely way to see the musicians in a more intimate setting.

Second up was storyteller/musician Wyckham Porteous from bop ensemble; I really loved his set & looking forward to seeing more of him solo and with his band in the future.  I was introduced to his music at this event and adored the entire set.  This man has got a lot of talent and his lyrical style has a real storyteller’s feel.  Make sure you go see him and/or his band when you get the chance – you won’t be regret it!

This coming Saturday we will be at a Holiday Craft Fair, located at Our Lady of the Cedars Church, on the corner of Calef Road and Mitchell Street in Manchester, NH from 9:00am to 3:00pm.

This event is sponsored by the Manchester Policemen’s Wives Scholarship Board. 100% of all funds raised from rentals, raffles and food sales will be utilized for post High School education scholarships for the sons and daughters of Manchester, NH Police Officers.

This is a great way for us to end our best year ever and we hope to continue to get a great turn-out at this venue.
K

PS
Saturday, after the Milford, NH Event we were at our son-in-law’s casino-themed birthday party.
His birthday is actually December 9 and we will post a picture of the party that day!

Digression/procrastination last month included trying to cook(-off). But no one can challenge N, the FoodMaster.
His dinner party with an eleven-course meal resulted in:

Roaming the macabre worlds of Macbeth and Hitchcock in an abandoned school-turned-stage environment, a theatrical showcase sublimating fear and desire through sensorial artistry. Realizing that time is not what makes friendships. Tossed hammers around a log with some Forestry folks at the Harvard-Yale tailgate and was reminded that some grad students can and do do things in the world. [Shout to J!]

KEVIN ON THE LOT from Giovanni P Autran on Vimeo.

On the other hand, during a Gananath Obeyesekere talk, I remembered the type of academic project that drew me to anthropology in the first place. What a storyteller. My undergrad mentor also reminded me of the value of storytelling through Walter Benjamin’s short essay, “The Handkerchief.” These interventions were much needed, as I’d been feeling disenchanted and jaded about the dull excuse for social engagement that most reading and convos in grad school had become. But, I have found at least a couple of new items for the ongoing reading list that I’m excited about: Gaston Bachelard’s Poetics of Space (just browsing now and trying to write a poem with “the space of elsewhere”) and Suji Kwock Kim’s book of poetry, Notes from the Divided Country. Reading Kim’s “Translations from the Mother Tongue” gave me some ideas for my own video project, now tentatively titled Street of Ghosts. The first public screening will happen this week. I still feel ambivalent about it. Hours left to tweak…

Ah, me.

Funny old thing isn’t it? Life, I mean.

One minute you’re up and about, laughing and joking, walking and talking; bulletproof. The next second something as simple as a tone of voice, a moments hesitation, or a glance in the wrong direction can start a domino shift that scatters the lot, like so many lost marbles.

Brice finds himself in a strange place today. Thoughts don’t seem to be solidifying. I’ve spent almost an hour writing… 76 words. What’s that? I need some mental chewing gum. No; I need rest. I haven’t had more than 4 hours sleep a night for the past week, and it’s really starting to get to me. I’m feeling spread too thin; dislocated.

Fortunately, if there’s one place that’s guaranteed to help heal a fractured mind it’s Home, and it’s here that I happen to find myself. Safe and sound at Home.

Home. It’s a loaded term. When I say it I don’t mean the flat in London, or wherever I happen to be sleeping at the time, I mean… you know… HOME. Home for me is not wherever I hang my hat, it’s where I’m from. Where I was raised. It’s (to wear the tourist board hat for a second) The New Forest; a gorgeous National Park on the border of Hampshire and Dorset, and some of the oldest natural woodland in Britain. We have our own breed of pony, and both C.S Lewis and the real Alice in Wonderland are buried here. King Rufus the Red was killed here whilst hunting. It is lovely. Cattle and horses roam the roads aimlessly and in Autumn we have pigs.

No matter the burden on my shoulders or the tumult in my head, the instant I breathe that air and gaze on green I start to feel the aches and strains melt from my bones and far from mind. No bed fits better, no chair sits more comfortable, no warmth warms warmer than that of Home. No pain or worry is so dire that a pack of yapping, wagging, ecstatic Yorkshire Terriers covering you with kisses and pure, undiluted adoration can’t help. Try it.

I can’t for the life of me remember who it was (perhaps Pratchett, perhaps Homer, perhaps someone else completely), but whoever wrote it wrote of the power in returning to your homeland after a difficult or unfamiliar journey, of the importance of having somewhere to return to. Of the pain and emptiness at knowing you’ll never see home again. It’s something ingrained in us I think; Home. Something Storytellers talked of thousands of years ago – to Celts, Greeks, Cossacks and Mongols alike – in tents, around fires, before battles, after feasts… something that hits deep at the root of who we are, who we’ve been, and who we’ll become.

I love the New Forest. I love my Home, and I love having somewhere to return to. I love the food, I love the family, I love the dogs, I love the smells, the tastes, the sights, the sounds. I had a deliriously happy childhood, and all of this… it’s home. It’s safe, and it’s important.

For me, at any rate.

I know people who don’t think of themselves as having a home to return to. Well, a home perhaps, but not a HOME. I know people for whom HOME isn’t something they came from, but something they built. I know people who left their HOME only for it to change to something unrecognizable without them, people for whom HOME exists only in fading memories and lonely anecdotes. Perhaps this is true, to some extent, for everyone. Perhaps true HOME, the Home of your childhood, of your innocence, of happiness and of safety; perhaps True Home can ONLY exist in memory.

No. Perhaps not.

Mine exists.

Mine is a house full of dogs in a village in a forest, and I return to it as often as possible. Life may be a funny old thing, but there are a few things you can rely on. One of them is Home.

-Brice out.

On Saturday, December 5, 2009 we participated at Shop Til You Drop 2009. This event was Sponsored by The Milford Middle School Enrichment Program. All I can say is WOW!

The turn-out rivaled many much larger venues and can only be called a complete success. Sal and I greatly appreciate the voluminous crowds of people who supported this event and spent time talking with us. The dozens of new readers initiated by this event was impressive.

Often the number of people at our table was so steady that it’s impossible to remember and thank everyone. My sincerest appreciation to Joan, who was my point of contact for participation at this event. My deepest thanks to Patty and Janet, Felicia (pictured below), Cheryl and Ivan (pictured below), Tammy, Kelly, Laurie, Audrey, Cheryl, Tini, Carol, Donna, Beverly, Mindy, Christine, Priscilla, Serena and the many others who purchased LaRosa Chronicles books for themselves and as gifts! You all are the reason 2009 has been our best year for sales.

Cheryl & Ivan (12/05/09) run Dove Chocolate Discoveries, In-home chocolate tasting parties. What fun! Check them out at http://www.dove-chocolate-discoveries.com/sites/cherdove

Here I am with Felicia (12/05/09) We met earlier this year in Hollis, NH and she sent books to her sister in Santa Ana, CA.

Felicia had a table selling Hoynacki Kettle Korn! Check the family business website: http://www.kettle-korn.net/ (It’s delicious!)

One more event this year, next weekend in Manchester, NH. I’ll talk about it tomorrow. What an incredible year you all have made this for LaRosa Chronicles!

Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!
K

I was working with a female editor recently and discovered the most amazing thing–another difference between men and women.  The word jiggle.  I write erotica most of the time and the toughest part about it is to make each and every sex scene different and still exciting.  There are only so many words you can use to describe various body parts and how they move.  One of my scenes involved the word jiggle.  Needless to say I was politely told that this word makes women cringe and shudder.

Really? 

ObviouslyI am a man (or at least the last time I checked) so the bump, roll and jiggle of a woman’s body is among some of the more pleasant movements in the world.  Be they nun or harlot there is something about the shimmying of a woman’s body that strikes a very deep cord in the male mind.   Sensous bouncing, wobbling and swaying sets a man’s libido a-fire and makes him happy he was born male.  Say what you want about pursed, soft lips or even hair spun like silken thread–a woman’s jiggling is extremely sexy.  How was I to know it was a BAD word?

My father once told me that there is always something about a woman that is beautiful.  She might have a great smile, a sultry voice or even sparkling eyes–even her jiggle can be wondrous.  Oh well I guess I learned something new and the world is a sorrier place for it. 

So women harken to my words!  Embrace your jiggling!  Strut and shimmy and remind yourself that the men around you are fascinated, enthralled and mesmerized in the movement of your bodies!  I say we take back the word jiggle, wobble and roll and make it part of the beauty of all womanhood.  Who wants to watch a skinny, anorexic model stomp down the runway, no jiggle in sight!  Toothpick-like legs, no bounce to the ounce–what fun is that?!  Quiver with pride!  Jiggle joyfully! 

We’ll be watching…..

Ciao!

Chris

Tomorrow, Saturday, December 5, 2009 I am signing books at the Jacques Memorial School in Milford, New Hampshire. This event is Sponsored by The Milford Middle School Enrichment Program.

Student fees-based on family income, grants, fundraising, and donations support Milford Middle School Enrichment and Extended Day Programs. Under the direction of the Community Advisory Board, the Parent Steering Committee, and the Student Steering Committee, it offers varied educational opportunities to MMS students. The goal of this program is to provide interesting and fun after-school options, like sports and crafts,  for students. They also offer school vacation and summer options for students.

Some of the courses currently offered are recreational swimming, by Hampshire Hills Health Club; Theater Games and Skits, by Liz Possee; Drawing-Painting, by Kara Fortin and Aubrey Antonelli.

Follow the following link to find out about many more: http://www.milfordschools.net/mms/enrichment/EnrichBrochJan10.pdf

We really hope to have a great turn-out tommorow!

I hope to see you there.
K

This coming Saturday, December 5, 2009 I will be signing books at the Jacques Memorial School Milford, New Hampshire. This event is Sponsored by The Milford Middle School Enrichment Program. Another very good cause!

I’ll talk about this more for the next couple of days.

We hope to see another record turn-out!
K

Last night we celebrated the birthday of one of our son-in-laws, Bruce, his birthday is actually December 3rd. We had a great time. See pictures below.

Bruce’s Ice Cream Cake; it was yummy!

Bruce, as we sing Happy Birthday, with our son Jeremy in the background.

We have another son-in-law and a granddaughter celebrating birthdays this month. Also a cousin, an aunt and Debra Lawless! 

November and December we don’t stand a chance to watch our eating habits! Terrible isn’t it.
K

Aaron Bell stands before children now quietly watching. “Sago and Awnee” he says in Ojibway for “Hello.”

The children, in unison repeat it back to him, transfixed by the Ojibway Storyteller.

Bell slowly begins to tell the story of Creation. He teaches the children and the parents the hand motions for the characters in the story. He rounds his hands over his belly and says woman. The children do the same.

“Storytelling lets your imagination come in and lets you experience things and then you learn from those experiences and you take that into your adulthood,” Bell explains.

Storytelling involves the whole body. It engages children through eye contact and motions. Sometimes there are props such as puppets and drums. Occasionally, like when Bell tells a story, the children become apart of it.

“You slip in teachings with storytelling. The children don’t realize they are being taught, but they walk away with all this knowledge,” Bell said.

A new alternative school, called the Whole Child School (WCS) just opened in September. Developed by the TDSB to give students a chance to take all the elements of learning and overlap them, the school also offers storytelling as part of how the children learn everything from the alphabet to math.

Storyteller, parent and co-founder of WCS, April Nicolle researched and helped build the curriculum for the school. Nicolle believes storytelling is an important learning tool as it allows children to use their imagination and become more engaged in any lesson.

Nicolle teaches grade one at the school.

“With storytelling, they are hearing. They are seeing. They are imagining. They are feeling. It covers more than just the teacher writing something on the board and students copying it down. They get to be apart of the creation of learning,” Nicolle said.

This creation involves inflections in Nicolle’s voice, eye contact, movement and a great story.

Longtime storyteller and retired teacher, Hildy Strollery feels the most important tool in learning from storytelling is the connection it creates.

“The listener becomes the new owner of the story and becomes enriched, delighted and transformed by it.” Strollery said.

On a typical school day at WCS, the children go for nature walks in the morning, listening to Nicolle tell them a story about the sun and the sky. The children collect rocks and leaves on the walk. The collection will be used for their math lessons.

“From the time the children hear the story on the walk, that story becomes the basis for the rest of the days curriculum,” Nicolle said.

Nicolle feels it is not age limiting either.

“If you have a story for younger children you can adapt that story as they grow, I think that is the way oral tradition is. The lesson of learning throughout, from young to old.”

Nicolle went to Storytelling Toronto to learn the art of storytelling.

Storytelling Toronto, a school located downtown, offers courses and workshops. In addition, the school formed StoryJam. The StoryJam program instructs children on how to become storytellers themselves. It also teaches them skills to deal with fears like public speaking – and the kids love it.

Storyteller Anna Kerz teaches the StoryJam program throughout Toronto. Invited into a classroom, Kerz shows the students techniques of storytelling; like how to stand, eye contact, and the ways to move when standing in front of the class.

“The kids don’t have to write their own speeches, they have stories to work from. The stories that we have are stories that are easy to read and easy to tell, they almost forget their fears,” Kerz explains.

The students see public speaking is a format to learn and not something to be afraid of.

Bell endorses the importance of bringing storytelling into the school system and making it a natural learning tool.

“Now a days our kids are being taught very fast,” Bell explained “ But storytelling and listening to a story takes time. It brings the children together and creates a sense of community.”

It has now been only two months now that  I have been Blogging daily (excluding a day here and there) and November has blown away the tremendous number of views I received in October. I am very grateful for the wonderful growth in readership. Sincere thanks to all of you for your support!!!

There is still plenty of time to get personalized books for holiday gifts. I promise that all of you who email me for autographed books for holiday gifts will receive them within a week of your orders!

Keep coming back and I’ll try to keep it interesting.
Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!
K

What did YOU learn this holiday season? Is Uncle Dan really your cousin Dire’s father? Was your nephew really in band camp or boot camp? Did someone doctor up or even hide grandma’s will before she died? All this and more to be revealed … at the kitchen counter!! The secrets of the past and the lies that persist into the present are what keep family drama alive. They also provide the inspiration to tell the tales. At least the revised version

It provides all I need to achieve the formula for success – DESIRE, CHALLENGE, DRAMA. I outlined about 3 novellas and 5 shorts in my head over the holiday weekend. No lie. I’m tellin’ you those conversations around the kitchen counter, while the turkey was roasting and the yams were simmering – priceless. It’s enough to inspire the creative juices within. Now for the execution!

There’s a special kind of magic that happens in a darkened theater house. There’s a hush as the lights dim, then some mechanical clicks and the projector whirs to life. Magic is that moment.
It doesn’t really matter what movie it is. By purchasing that ticket you are not only buying the opportunity to see moving pictures dance about on a giant screen. You are buying the chance to embark on a great social experience. With every punchline cracked, explosion that detonates, or tear that is shed you are sharing these moments of awe and wonder not only vicariously through characters on the screen, but you are sharing them with a dark room full of strangers. Everyone sees the same pictures and everyone has a reaction to it. Sometimes they will be the same emotional responses as your own, other times they be as night and day. There is a quiet kind of awesome in that collective suspension of disbelief. The actors are not really there living the plot. The musical cues are not natural occurrences. Sometimes the story is pure fantasy and nothing even remotely resembling this reality is depicted, but the audience buys it together because we all want to believe it.
The characters and situations may be make believe, but how the audience feels about them are as real as anything. There’s magic in that. There’s a moment during a movie when you might here a collective gasp or terror or a sudden chuckle of mirth. Take that moment to look at the movie-goers sitting next to you. Take that moment to remove your gaze from the flickering images in mid-dance and scan the faces behind you. With the right lens you might just see that magical glint in their eyes. After the movie you may never see these faces filled with emotion ever again.
The storytellers have a wonderful task that lay before them. They’re on a mission to manufacture magic for scores of faces they will never see. When these individuals can make us all feel something in that darkened theater house together, there is magic. There is the interactive spark of a room full of strangers collectively feeling what is not really there and believing the impossible. Don’t kid yourself, this is magic.

Brother Blue and Peggy Melanson at findingcourage.com

Dr. Hugh Morgan Hill also known as Brother Blue, passed away on Nov. 3, 2009 at his home in Cambridge, Massachusetts. His wonderful storytelling throughout Cambridge and Boston, Massachusetts will be greatly missed, especially his versions of Shakespeare and King Lear.

Brother Blue doing a piece of King Lear

Brother Blue frequently dressed in all blue and drew pictures of butterflies on his hands and face. His brother’s love of butterflies lead Mr. Hill to use it as an important symbol in his storytelling which often included themes of personal transformation. He wore a blue cap with butterfly and peace motifs pinned on it. He brought joy, happiness and whimsy wherever he went. Just seeing him walk through Harvard Square in his colorful dress made you smile. He was a modern day troubadour and shaman.

As the New York Times obituary stated,

Mr. Hill regarded storytelling as a sacred duty and a path to universal harmony.

“When you tell a story, you tell it to all creation,” he once said. “It’s cosmic. It never goes away.”

Children and adults who heard Brother Blue’s parables and stories will remember his inspirational and thought provoking tales. His wife of 59 years, Ruth Edmonds, who is curator at the Schlesinger Library at Radcliffe, frequently accompanied him during his storytelling performances.

Brother Blue and his wife Ruth Edmonds: www.artofstorytellingshow.com

Brother Blue, thank you for all the years of storytelling you brought to the world. You also motivated many young people to take up the craft of storytelling to the next generation.

For more information about Brother Blue, see www.brotherblue.com.

Cambridge Community Television created a tribute to Brother Blue.

Our Thanksgiving was great. We hope yours was too.

We had too much to eat, as planned. We visited and the children played.

Here I am with Sal Jr as he’s checking out the bird. He did a great job!

Here’s the guest of honor. He didn’t look like that for long.

Here’s Zoey enjoying our Thanksgiving toast. (The children toasted with sparkling cider so no one was left out of the toast)

We had a wonderful day!
K

In a Lonely Place | Nicholas Ray, 1950

Before watching Humprey DeForest Bogart in Nicholas Ray’s A Lonely Place, a few years ago now, I had never been wholly blown away by any of his performances. I could see the charm and the way he suited such Noir-ish roles as Sam Spade and Philip Marlowe, but it took until Ray’s film for me to truly appreciate his talent. With  In a Lonely Place Bogart is actually handed meat to go with his skeleton role, meat he goes after with twenty years’ worth of appetite to create one of the more intriguing characters in memory. Dixon Steele is a tired and laconic screenwriter whose disdain with the movie industry is matched only by his sharpened wit. Cash dwindling, Steele is roped back into the arduous task of adapting the latest trashy bestseller. Instead of taking the proposition seriously, he proceeds to invite a young hat-check girl home to sum up the story, a girl who is later found murdered with our hero as the prime suspect. Steele, however, is quickly cleared by mysterious blonde neighbour Laurel Gray (played by Gloria Grahame) and a whirlwind romance between the pair commences. As mentioned previously, I’ve always admired Bogart’s carving out of a niche for the strong silent type, indeed most of the characters he has portrayed have certain similarities. As an actor he is a man’s man, and this personality is strongly upheld in the roles with which he dealt. The character of Steele seems to deviate from this mean, and Bogart seems glad to be able to play with such layered personage.

Of course, there is still the wise cracking character trait for which Bogart became known, and who could do it better? His one-liners here are particularly keen, ensuring that the audience is immediately won over by Dixon Steele despite his contemptuous antics. As the film wears on, however, and the writer becomes embroiled in scribbling away at his plot, aggressive cracks appear in his previously calm nature, allowing both his companion Laurel and ourselves as the audience to question the earlier certainty of our man’s innocence. Steele is a fervidly imaginative storyteller and Bogie channels this nature quite expertly, in the end even we ourselves are unsure whether or not he is indeed capable of such a crime. In a Lonely Place shrugs off some pacing issues thanks to a remarkably incisive script, one that also aids in building our lead man’s staggering performance. This is less a film about the process of writing movies and more about the lonely place within one’s own psyche. We come to realise that Dixon Steele knows this place rather well, and this is exhibited vigorously through his increasingly destructive personality. This, in itself, leads In a Lonely Place to a well-placed twist to the man-alone ideal, riding an explosive Bogart performance to create one of the most layered and unconventional examples of the noir genre to which I have ever bared witness.

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Before each Thanksgiving Dinner we all hold hands around the table and each of us (usually 20 or more) say what we are thankful for. When you have all four of your children, each of their significant others and all eight grandchildren, plus any friends who are not able to be with their families on this day, in one room together that says it all!

Another wonderful thing to be thankful for happen yesterday; we re-connected with an exchange student from Japan who spent her senior year with us in 1986 and then returned to Japan. Candy is married, since 1990, to a U.S. Navy man she met in Japan, living with her husband and two children in San Diego. We hope to never lose touch again!

May all of you have something special to be thankful for this coming Thanksgiving Day!
K

By Shane

“Dreams surely are difficult, confusing, and not everything in them is brought to pass for mankind. For fleeting dreams have two gates: one is fashioned of horn and one of ivory. Those which pass through the one of sawn ivory are deceptive, bringing tidings which come to nought, but those which issue from the one of polished horn bring true results when a mortal sees them.”- Homer

Sigmund Freud believed that our dreams serve as wish-fulfillment bring about all our greatest desires, fears, needs, and wants. Carl Jung believes  that our dreams correct imbalances in our life. Much like our immune system that naturally fights unwanted bacteria and infections, or our natural respiratory system that sustains our life processes as we sleep. When we are out of balance with the natural patterns of life, our subconscious sends us dreams and visions manifested by our inner self.  However, all these concepts come from psychiatrists, dream councilors, etc.  who are educated to think in a particular fashion.

What if there is a deeper meaning to what resides within our dreams? What if a soul on a downward spiral and essentially everything that happens is a chain reaction leaving one action to beget the next? Every man has a weakness because we’re flawed by nature. In these flaws guilt is born and evolves into shame. Through various acts committed this shame is compensated with pride and vanity. When pride fails despair consumes and sets his destruction in motion. Somewhere in this process the flow has to stop.

What if all the beautifully horrid dreams that plague my nights is in retrospect a battle being fought over my soul. For every dream of bliss and happiness was I being touched by a guardian? Likewise, for every terror was I graced by an incubus? Are these thoughts in my conscious mirrors of my unconscious mind or influences of the battles that take place over me.

Take a deep breath. Breathe. Follow me as I lead you on this journey to the end of my conscience and we dive into my dreams.  As we plummet into the abyss I can feel myself succumbing to the shadows over me. Makeshift wings sprout taking us into flight among the darkness. Down below I can see myself tossing the ripe fruit from the tree sanity as all seems loss.  We slid down a razor blade’s affectionate kiss as my veins cried out in triumph and blood tags along for the ride.  Impure, horrendous thoughts lodge themselves in my ivory skull as my wings fade and I lay helpless next to my own body.

Paranoia.

Delusional.

Tortured.

Do you feel it? The control the incubus has over me. The power the incubus now has over us as I can no longer protect us here. Not that it matters because what do you know of how I feel? Is this my hell?

to be continued…

Wow! It’s now less than two months that  I have been Blogging daily (excluding a day here and there) and I continue to be grateful for the wonderful growth in readership. Sincere thanks to all of you for your support!!!

There are still six days remaining in November and you’ve blown away the remarkable number of “views” I received in October. November has given us three awesome events and birthday parties for four of our eight grandchildren!
Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!

I promise that all of you who email me for autographed books for holiday gifts will receive them within a week of your orders!

Yesterday I didn’t have a birthday picture of Dominic to post. Now I do! Dominic, Happy Eleventh Birthday!

Dominic cutting his cake (11/22/09)

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Duo join forces to bring series to screen

Variety/Cynthia Littleton—It’s a potent combination: Stephen + Steven

Stephen King and Steven Spielberg are joining forces to develop a limited series based on King’s just-released supernatural thriller “Under the Dome.” DreamWorks TV has optioned the book and is looking to set it up as an event series, likely for cable. DreamWorks principal Stacey Snider was key in bringing the project to the company. Spielberg, King and Snider will exec produce along with DreamWorks TV chiefs Darryl Frank and Justin Falvey. The book, which has earned strong reviews as a return to form for the prolific author, revolves around the drama that unfolds after an invisible force field suddenly descends on a small vacation town in Maine. As the locals fight for their survival, the town descends into warring factions led by enigmatic characters.

DreamWorks is starting to meet with writers for the project. The plan is to set a writer before shopping the skein to prospective buyers.

Spielberg and King have worked together in the past, developing a screen adaptation of King’s 1984 novel “The Talisman,” on which Spielberg has had the option for more than 20 years. That project has been developed as a feature, and it came close to being done as a mini for TNT a few years ago until it was tabled for budgetary reasons.

The “Dome” deal continues a burst of activity on the smallscreen side for Spielberg and DreamWorks TV. Among the high-profile projects in the works is a series about the development of a fictional Broadway tuner for Showtime. Another Showtime contender is a costume-drama revolving around the Borgia clan, penned by Neil Jordan and with Robert Zemeckis also producing.

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In addition to the fantastic event in Stratham this past weekend we also attended three Birthday Parties. We celebrated with Christina, Sal Jr’s significant other; Christopher, Sal Jr’s oldest son (sixteen); and with Dominic, Cynthia’s youngest (his sister was on the 11/09/09 Blog with her sweet-sixteen).

Christina and Christopher are shown below in a cell phone photo. I’ll have to put Dominic on tomorrow, after Sal uploads a picture from his camera.

We have Thanksgiving weekend off, thankfully (no pun intended), after having events and birthdays for the last three weekends. Then two more weekend events before we break until after the New Year. These last two events will make eight in the last ten weeks!

I’ll talk about the next two events, in Milford, NH and Manchester, NH after Thanksgiving. Meanwhile, continue to email if you want to purchase books directly.
K

Christina and Christopher (11/21/09)

Yesterday at Brooklife, I concluded the Storyteller series with a sermon on Luke 15 called “The Tale of Two Sons.”  Luke 15 contains three parables by Jesus, the last of which is commonly called the parable of the prodigal son.

My sermon focused on this parable, but I strongly believe that it should really be called the “The Tale of Two Sons” or “The Story of Two Lost Sons.”  While a great deal of attention is often given to the younger son in this parable, I think it is important to recognize that what makes this parable unique is Jesus’ attention to the older son in the second half.

The main point of this parable, in my opinion, is that God not only wants to save those who are clearly lost in sin, but also those who are ‘righteously lost’. This parable is really a challenge to the religious leaders who are listening to Jesus tell this stories.

You can listen to the message online here or download our podcast here.

For some background on this series and parables, read here.

Two books on this parable that I highly recommend are:

• The Prodigal God by Tim Keller
• The Return of the Prodigal Son by Henri Nouwen

You can view the very simple presentation that accompanies my message below.