October 14, 2006
Rained on and off all night last night, and this morning it really started coming down at about eight. Got a phone call from J.D. calling off our daily chicken house work session, although he said he may come down this afternoon and survey the damage.

Snuggled in and made breakfast on the new stove, called the kids. Tomas was on a delivery in Philadelphia, and Deena was in her condo in Scottsdale after a long week on the road. T. Charles told me about a new group he really likes called TV On The Radio, or is it the other way around? (these kids and their loud music, ha.)

Went out to the studio and finished another Blue-Boy study. This one is called White Eye. And when you see it you'll understand why. Iimagine if some Apache had the name White Eye and every time his friends said, "Don't trust the White Eye," he would cringe and say, "Come on, Man. I don't like that saying. Stop it." Or, at least that is what I'd say if I was In-din and my name was White Eye.

Actually, if I was an Apache I'd like the name Skinny Little White Ass, because then when someone said, "Bell, get your skinny, little, white ass in here," I could say, "Thankyou for calling me by my full name."

I know, I know, that is so Jack Handy.

If you have been paying any attention to Skinny Little White Ass's postings you should by now know the name of the Top Secret Writer and the subject matter of the Top Secret Project. And, although I have been holding back on showing images of the Top Secret Protagonist, there have been sneak peeks of that person as well. And some of you have already guessed the identity (Gus Walker correctly guessed it last week, but then he used to work at True West and has seen and worked on my long list of characters and treatments). For those of you who haven't worked at True West and guessed it yet, I will be posting some significant clues in the next several days. Eventually, this will all make sense and you can say you shared in the process of discovery as much as anybody.

"Two traveling monks reached a river where they met a young woman. Wary of the current, she asked if they could carry her across. One of the monks hesitated, but the other quickly picked her up onto his shoulders, transported her across the water, and put her down on the other bank. She thanked him and departed. As the monks continued on their way, one was brooding and preoccupied. Unable to hold his silence, he spoke out. 'Brother, our spiritual training teaches us to avoid any contact with women, but you picked that one up on your shoulders and carried her!' 'Brother,' the second monk replied, 'I set her down on the other side, while you are still carrying her.'"
?Old Zen Saying