Monthly Archives: January 2016
On the Job
Drew stood outside the building. He had a wire, but it only went to a recorder hidden under his bomber jacket. His partners didn’t know he was here. They thought the drug king pin worked out of a warehouse somewhere on the edges of Albuquerque. Drew’s informant said the man could be found here and he could get in by saying, “Tell El Jefe that Dave sent me.” The dogs were chained. They buzzed him through the gate when he […]
Prambanan Temple Complex. Yeah, again.
The area just past the ticket boot for the Prambanan Temple is a lovely garden. You can see it here. It’s #10. Once you get past that, you’re faced with a jumble of rock. As the archaeologists uncover the stones, they pile them up in the area. Until they have more than 75% of a given temple, they can’t do anything with it. Considering there were 224 temples in the area before volcanic activity and earthquake took them down in […]
Suzie’s House 441 : Emma’s Song II
Tracy and Emma beat him to the practice room. Bruce had tried to get there first because he’d been in a rush to leave after the last practice session and had forgotten to pack away his Casio. It might not be the best synthesizer he owned, but he still didn’t want people messing with it.
Ramayana Ballet
I’ve been recounting my vacation in Indonesia in more or less chronological order. Today I’m going to jump around a little bit because I still have another 13 pictures to share from the Prambanan Temple complex, but I also have events the next day for which I have few if any good pictures. Probably the worst was the Ramayana Ballet.
Prambanan Temple Complex
This week I’m just going to do 13 pictures from the Prambanan Temple Complex, which is just a relatively short drive from Candi Sambisari. 1.
Suzie’s House 440 : Emma’s Song I
Emma got to the practice room before any of the other band members. She sat on the chair in front of Kate’s drums for a few minutes. She was tempted to give the drums a thump, but Kate would probably have a hissy fit. She didn’t even like it when her boyfriend, Justin, borrowed them, and he actually knew what he was doing.
I Write Like
It’s click bait. Only it’s the way click bait should be, with something of actual interest on the other side of the click. I happened to notice a button on someone’s blog this weekend. It’s a program that supposedly matches your writing style to that of famous writers. The first thing I put in was my Friday Fictioneer’s post, “Stairway to Heaven”. The result – I write like Steven King. Well, I can sort of see that. But I suspect […]
Stairway to Heaven
“What are you going to show me? Where is it?” Alicia followed a step or two behind Sally as they walked through the woods. “This way.” Sally strode along with confidence. They reached a stairway leading up the side of a hill. Sally didn’t even slow down. Despite how cracked and old the steps or rusty the railing, she went right up. Alicia followed a bit slower. At the top she tried to take in the view, but panted too […]
Candi Sambisara
Candi Sambisara was the first of many temples we visited on this trip. It was also the first serious test of my trekking poles. For the first few minutes it scared me spitless. There I stood at the top of a hundred steps, no railing, and a left hip with no cartilage left. After all I’d been through the year before I was painfully aware that I no longer knew what I was or was not capable of. I couldn’t […]
Suzie’s House 439 : Dumpster Diving Daughter
“It’s weird,” Emma said to Tracy and Gene as they left the studio. She was thinking about her father.
“What? The guitar thing?” Tracy arched her eyebrows.
“N- no, no. I think you and Gene switching is a good idea. I, I mean, you and me do more egging each other on anyway, right? So him playing bass and you guitar makes more sense. I… I think.”
“So, you don’t think we’re lame?” Gene actually said something. Usually he just kind of nodded at the right time.
Snack Time
After our walk around Kasongan Village we went to our hotel. Despite all the pictures I took, I have very little to show of the various places we stayed. More is the pity, as we stayed in some wonderful hotels. Often the decorations were wonderful. More often than not there would be something to eat in our room. I’m not talking a wafer thin chocolate here. I mean mostly fruit. I’m sure your recognize most of what’s in the picture […]
First Flight
“What was that?” The young man seated next to Marge on the plane that was supposed to take them from Rinca Island to Bali gripped the armrests with white knuckles. It was the third time he had flinched since he sat down. “Whatever it was, I’m sure it wasn’t important.” Marge flipped through the in-flight magazine. She thought she might need to order a bourbon despite the short flight because of his nerves. “How do you know?” He looked at […]
