Monday, January 26, 2009

Interview at Words to Mouth

Check out the text interview Basil did with Carrie Runnals at Words To Mouth.

Go to the interview and leave a comment to enter to win a free CD version of the complete 65-Below audiobook and a pdf e-book of the full text version as well. The final text version is significantly different from what you've listened to in the audio, with many different twists that make it work reading all over again.

Words To Mouth is an author interview talk show where readers meet authors beyond the printed page…and win FREE books.

Come discover new and seasoned authors and the books they write. Carrie Runnals understands the challenges of being a busy woman juggling work-life balance. She scours the literary market and keeps a pulse on new book releases for you. Hear about the latest must-read novels and nonfiction as Carrie gets the answers to questions you want asked with authors you’d love to meet. She goes beyond the book subject, not only pulling plot and inspiration, but delving deeper into what makes the author tick.

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Saturday, January 24, 2009

A Literate President's Breakfast (or) L'eggo my Eggo!

A lot has been running about the web and the literary community in particular about how well read President Barak Obama is. Beyond the Messiah complex so many liberals are afflicted with, they are practically wetting themselves over the perception that the man in charge of the free world seems literate and to be a relatively smart fella due to his reading list.

Whether a person reads or not can be quite telling. But seeing a person hold a book, or even talk intelligently about one may not mean much. Cliff Notes ruined my concept of smart sounding people long ago.

I think the test is waffles.

Is he a real home made waffles from scratch kind of guy or an Eggo kind of guy. Or is he a quiche or a cold cereal kind of guy. That's the test that reveals the most. How does the person start their day. Or even what they eat in general.

Clinton had a penchant for McD's and young chicks. Fast, sort of tasty, but a little messy and your not really sure what that's made of or if those stains will ever come out.

Bush was a beer & pretzels sports fan kinda' bloke. Shoulder slapping, hooah shouting, one of the guys. He'll get'r done, but may have made a promise in the heat of the moment that'd be hard to keep. He'll stick by his commitment, even in failure.

I wanna know just what the Honourable BObama eats at the crack o' dawn, at noon, or at night when no one else is watching. Then I'll make my decision.

So let's see what he chokes down, chokes on, or what chokes on him and I will tell you what this new World’s Most Powerful man will be like.

Cuz I'm psychic like that


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Wednesday, January 14, 2009

80 degrees of separation

Over the past two weeks Alaska has experienced near record breaking cold temperatures.  New Years week it was as cold as -40 in some cold spots near my Anchorage home. The official cold temp was about -32, but thermometers read colder in "unofficial" areas.  It was painful.  Just last week it was still in the -20's most of the week.  Those temperatures are not counting any windchill, there's not too much wind most of the time in this city. All of a sudden today the temperature has risen to nearly 20 above.   By late morning it was nearly 40 above and the snow is melting, it is raining and my recently surgeriafied shoulder is aching like an old man's knees from the weird changes.  The wind only comes when the temperature warms up unexpectedly. Tonight and tomorrow we are told to expect 65 mph winds and up to 100 mph in the MatSu valley a few miles up the highway.

When the temperature rises like this it creates a very weird feeling.  It's like the air pressure has changed and the body is reacting at a molecular level.  Individual cells are expanding and my body is pulsing in every joint and organ with the desire to be either cold or hot, but not this.  Ugh...

The kicker is that the forecast shows this will hold through tomorrow then by Sunday it is expected to be back down to -5 (that's five below zero) again. 

I love Alaska.

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Monday, January 12, 2009

65 Below gets a new face!

Check out the new cover design for 65 Below by Jerry Scullion at


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Thursday, January 8, 2009

Its don't understand....ITS COLD!!

My nephew summed it up that way on his recent Facebook entry. He had every right to claim superior understanding to the vast majority of people in the world. In his hometown of North Pole it is -50 Fahrenheit (that's -45 Celsius).

And the city is socked in with "Ice Fog" which is basically a state where the Atmosphere itself says "Screw This! I'm Going Solid!" and becomes an opaque mass of ice crystals floating just above the ground and making driving a true faith experience.Down here in the Sub-Arctic South, Anchorage is hovering at a relatively warm -20.

I know that a few of my listeners have been here to my beautiful homeland, and those few of you will probably agree with me when I say that there is almost no way to make an outsider understand what it is to be cold like this. But I will give you a few reference points.

1. At -20 the snot in your nose freezes upon the first inhalation. It feels kinda nifty, but at the same time a little disconcerting.

2. At -50, the snot in your nose crystalizes instantly. No niftiness, that's flippin' scary. One's nose also turns red and immediately attains a sensation of being bulbous. I always felt like I did my best Bill Clinton impersonations at those times.

3. At -20 peeing on the ground outside makes an ice puddle within a few seconds of it landing on the surface.

4. at -50 you can pile pee up vertically. Also if you take a cup of boiling water and fling it into the air at -50 it will freeze solid before it hits the deck. You can actually hear it quote at -50 Spit Goes Clink.

This makes me remember, painfully, an incident that occured many years ago when I lived in Fairbanks. I was young and single and it was my day off from work. I was craving a guiness but the fridge was empty. Since I did not have a car I decided it would be a good idea to walk to the local 7/11 convenience store and pick up a pack of the black gold. I got dressed to leave in a pair of sweat pants, loose fitting boxer shorts, a sweatshirt and my parka.

It is important to understand that I was wearing boxers on this particular trip as opposed to a tight fitting set of tighty-whities or similar under garment. Loose fitting, let it hang, swinging to the rythmn, boxers.

I left my apartment and within half a mile or so from my home began to take notice of the peculiar lack of traffic in my neighborhood. I kept walking and was wondering why the city seemed to be so quiet. Dead quiet. Pre-Zombie attack quiet.

walked another quarter of a mile or so and gradually became less concerned about the imminent zombie attack because another peculiar sensation took over my senses. I began to notice a particular percussive rythmn as I walked along. A sort of click click click with each step that was becoming more and more uncomfortable.

The clicking soon gave way to a tingly sensation in my nice loose fitting boxers that was not as pleasant as the word "tingly" might typically imply.

Rather than being an "Ooh, make me tingly in that special place" kind of sensation it was more like a "'s like pins and needles kind of tingly ... like its about to fall me doc....I don't wanna be a eunuch!" kind of sensation.

My thirst for that fermented Irish delicacy dissipated as I calculated the number of miles yet to go before I reached the beer store and the number of return miles to my home before I could enjoy said stout.

It also calculated the current density of my testicles and the time it woudl take for them to completely solidify at the rate which had now rendred them like a pair of castanets and began to consider the possibility of reaching the state of absolute zero wherein they would shatter on impact with one another.

Still retaining the desire to one day have children, and being proud of my tenor / baritone voice, and not wishing to return to the life of an alto, I did a rapid u-turn and boogied on home as fast as my petrifying manhood allowed me to run.

Upon getting back to my apartment I sat down on my couch next to the steam radiator and thawed myself out, being careful not to thaw certain parts too for fear of permanent damage. I turned on the TV just in time to catch the news and discovered that that day downtown Fairbanks Alaska had experienced near record temperatures of -65 degrees fahrenheit.

To think that I nearly lost my manhood for the sake of a Guinness. Luckily for my wife, I'm very hot-blooded and was able to fully recover.

So to put it all in a nutshell for you folks....its don't understand....its really cold.

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