remembering... 8 years on

More photos of the towers before the attacks here

fabulousness to share...

I finally got to meet Jago (the fabulous illustrator) last month in Cornwall. Read more here. And if it's all not too exciting for you, then there's also this: The brand new sparkly JESUS STORYBOOK BIBLE website just went live and if you head over there you can download free mp3s of the upcoming audio (read by David--Hercule Poirot--Suchet!) and win books, enter sweepstakes, do Q&A with Jago, David, and all kinds of other lovely stuff like that. And... not only that... but ... steady yourselves... look, I got a delicious super fabulous actual real live copy of the deluxe edition (these photos are Jago's): how cool and classy is that?

bicycle

(photo: man on bike, Berlin, 1920s) H.G. Wells said, "Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race." H.G. (Herbert George) Wells, born in Bromley, England (1866) got a respiratory disease in his 20s and thought he was going to die. So he left his wife, ran away with another woman, and began writing furiously. In about five years, he wrote all the novels for which he is remembered: The Time Machine (1895), The Island of Dr. Moreau (1896), The Invisible Man (1897), and The War of the Worlds (1898). And then he went on living and writing more science fiction and also a history of the world. He died in 1946 at the ripe old age of 80. Which just goes to prove something but I'm not sure quite what.