I don't drive, but every time I bike or walk past a gas station I can't help reflecting on the fact that the price Americans pay for one gallon of gas is literally more than Exxon Mobil Corp. pays in taxes.
So who is Harris, the writer behind this quirky vision of the future, in which vampires - not to mention werewolves, shape-shifters and other 'supes,' i.e., supernatural creatures - have 'come out of the coffin' and are struggling to live alongside humans?
Flying to Bali this past September for a semester of for-credit study abroad, 24-year-old Naropa University student Jacqueline Tardie had no idea what to expect. A senior with dual majors in art and religion, Tardie didn't know the Bahasa Indonesia language or what shed be working on for her final required independent-study project.
Soon Mapplethorpe and Smith were inhabiting Room 1017, the smallest in a now-legendary building that then featured residents including Harry Smith, William Burroughs and Johnny Winter, not to mention constant visits by big-time pop stars such as Janis Joplin and Leonard Cohen.
The couple opening the nation's third poetry-only bookstore on the Hill knew of the uphill battle they would face trying to make their living off an art form many consider stuffy and inaccessible. In fact, according to Brian Buckley, who co-owns Innisfree Poetry Bookstore and Cafe
The Army trained young men as killers, exposed them to brutal combat situations that made them mentally unstable, and then set them loose on the civilian population of Colorado Springs with little or no treatment.
In a moment of desperation, Richard, another astronaut who has been stranded on Mars for more than a decade and is feared and ostracized by the other colonists, pleads with the meditating man to help him save the petty, earth-centered colonists from themselves.
Fayhee, whose gruff and scruffy exterior are paired with wit and a healthy dose of sarcasm and cynicism, was known for having a bit of a wild streak. At times, his adventures were traced to one of the local watering holes, at others, to one of the nearby 14ers.
There must be something in the mountain air. More and more young writers are coming to Boulder from far-flung American locales, unlearning who they thought they were as artists and people, and then (usually) moving on, spreading the cool, creative calm of Colorado elsewhere.