And now for the latest in Hightouchmegastore & Dr. Write news

Congratulations are in order for Hightouch who received Salt Lake City Mayor's Artist Award for Literary Arts last Friday at the Utah Arts Festival. I was unable to attend the ceremony because of pressing camping and disc golf needs. I did, however, apologize to Hightouch and promissed that I would crow about it here. I'm looking forward to reading the outcome of that 500 pages worth of poetry you printed out the other day.

Congratulations also go out to Dr. Write, as well, who had a reading that I was also unable to attend due to the same pressing camping and disc golf needs on Friday. I did see Dr. Write on Thrusday night at the Arts Festival. We discussed the possibility of a disc golf outing, that will no doubt be documented at Disc-a-rama, just like last week's outing. The good Dr. also ran the insane Wasatch Back race the previous weekend.

All fame is fleeting

Look familiar?
Originally uploaded by Theorris

Woo hoo: Salt Lake City Weekly published one of my photos. It is of buddy Catinlap on a disc golf outing to Solitude summer resort.

Update: "Disc-y Business"

Update 2: here is the original--

Good fences make good neighbors or Appologies to Sleepy E

So I hadn't even heard of the phenomenon that is Highschool Musical until Counterintuitive mentioned it in passing a few months ago. I still have no idea what this is all about, but I am well-aware that it is some TV-fanstical thingamagoo.

Now the relevance of this is that, apparently, they have been filming scenes of its sequel (Highschool Musical 2?) a street away from my house. So far over the last 3 nights, I've noted 2,417 white vans carrying cast and crew roving by my house and various prop school buses.

As I write boom lights loom high above the trees to the south. The light streaks white across the wood of my floor through the living room French doors. I confuse it with the full moon. The cat lolls in its bright reality.

This production is definitely much busier, but not as impressive as the Danny Glover movie that took place right next to my house up in the Avenues of SLC. (I'm too lazy and busy to look up the link to that extravaganza right now.)

So what's my point? Something in me really wants to disrupt their production. I have no idea why, but it just seems so, well, wrong. Why do people celebrate their reality by allowing the fiction to come into it, transform it, and then film it? Does it really make you famous? Why do people gather to watch them film? Is it really that much of a spectacle?

Perhaps it is that people feel close to the production of the thing that they watch and that they know many others watch. It is the proxy of being watched oneself: the center of attention.

Lauded.

Fame.

I don't get why people really want that sort of fame. Can you explain it to me?

Still, spring is the mischief in me and I wonder, would I be shooed away if I walked over with my video camera?

"Paparazzi!" I can hear them cry.

Stone on stone.

Audio Fame!

This morning a reporter from KSL News Radio interviewed me about the aforementioned possible demise of the Snelgrove sign.

It is to air during the noon news.