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You Can't Make This Stuff Up
I'm in over my head in research mode for My Big Fat Olympian Wedding From Hell, the working title of my Persephone story. In my version, Sephie is a doctoral candidate in anthropology at Olympic University, which I decided to model on Columbia. Making the story work entails a lot of research into Columbia and Morningside Heights, and the stuff I'm digging up proves, once again, synchronicity defines my world.
My current favorite is a description of St. John the Divine, the world's largest cathdral, as a key center of "episcopalian paganism". Well, duh, Olympic was founded by Olympians... ;-)
Another funny: My story moves from Manhattan to Laguna Beach to wind up in Iowa. So I probably shouldn't have been surprised that the Stoneyard on the grounds of St. John the Divine provided cut stone for the restoration of the Iowa State Capitol.
Plus, so many of the local hang-outs are Greek-owned. And I never knew this existed, but now that I do, I absolutely, positively have to write it in
Sometimes I really love my job.
Cheers and grins,
My current favorite is a description of St. John the Divine, the world's largest cathdral, as a key center of "episcopalian paganism". Well, duh, Olympic was founded by Olympians... ;-)
Another funny: My story moves from Manhattan to Laguna Beach to wind up in Iowa. So I probably shouldn't have been surprised that the Stoneyard on the grounds of St. John the Divine provided cut stone for the restoration of the Iowa State Capitol.
Plus, so many of the local hang-outs are Greek-owned. And I never knew this existed, but now that I do, I absolutely, positively have to write it in
Sometimes I really love my job.
Cheers and grins,
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my Wicked Evil Stepmommy lives in Capistrano Beach, its quite pretty in a californian way there.
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One of my oldest friends lives in Laguna Niguel. When Uncle Sugar was still paying me to travel, I always tacked a couple days vacation onto my California TDYs so we could get together.
When I phoned her before departing the first TDY to visit her, she said gloomily, "I guess you'll want to see Beverly Hills."
Since I'd flown in by way of LAX through brown air, my immediate response was, "Not particularly. Got anyplace around here with real sky?"
Which is how I wound up taking tea on a hotel terrace in Laguna Beach thinking, "Wow, this is the American Riviera." For my money, the most goregous coastline in the world can be found at Vandenberg AFB. In all my years of bouncing around, I've never seen the like. But it's far too gloriously wild for a villa where Nereids frolic on the beach
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