Obviously this fortune cookie doesn’t know my alter ego, Arctic Tundra.

Obviously this fortune cookie doesn’t know my alter ego, Arctic Tundra.

A peek through the Capitol’s corridors.  (at Colorado State Capitol)

A peek through the Capitol’s corridors. (at Colorado State Capitol)

vintageanchorbooks:

“But I’m not a saint yet. I’m an alcoholic. I’m a drug addict. I’m homosexual. I’m a genius. Of course, I could be all four of these dubious things and still be a saint. But I shonuf ain’t no saint yet, nawsuh.”  ― Truman Capote, who died in Los Angeles, California, on this day in 1984 (aged 59). vintageanchorbooks:

“But I’m not a saint yet. I’m an alcoholic. I’m a drug addict. I’m homosexual. I’m a genius. Of course, I could be all four of these dubious things and still be a saint. But I shonuf ain’t no saint yet, nawsuh.”  ― Truman Capote, who died in Los Angeles, California, on this day in 1984 (aged 59). vintageanchorbooks:

“But I’m not a saint yet. I’m an alcoholic. I’m a drug addict. I’m homosexual. I’m a genius. Of course, I could be all four of these dubious things and still be a saint. But I shonuf ain’t no saint yet, nawsuh.”  ― Truman Capote, who died in Los Angeles, California, on this day in 1984 (aged 59). vintageanchorbooks:

“But I’m not a saint yet. I’m an alcoholic. I’m a drug addict. I’m homosexual. I’m a genius. Of course, I could be all four of these dubious things and still be a saint. But I shonuf ain’t no saint yet, nawsuh.”  ― Truman Capote, who died in Los Angeles, California, on this day in 1984 (aged 59). vintageanchorbooks:

“But I’m not a saint yet. I’m an alcoholic. I’m a drug addict. I’m homosexual. I’m a genius. Of course, I could be all four of these dubious things and still be a saint. But I shonuf ain’t no saint yet, nawsuh.”  ― Truman Capote, who died in Los Angeles, California, on this day in 1984 (aged 59). vintageanchorbooks:

“But I’m not a saint yet. I’m an alcoholic. I’m a drug addict. I’m homosexual. I’m a genius. Of course, I could be all four of these dubious things and still be a saint. But I shonuf ain’t no saint yet, nawsuh.”  ― Truman Capote, who died in Los Angeles, California, on this day in 1984 (aged 59). vintageanchorbooks:

“But I’m not a saint yet. I’m an alcoholic. I’m a drug addict. I’m homosexual. I’m a genius. Of course, I could be all four of these dubious things and still be a saint. But I shonuf ain’t no saint yet, nawsuh.”  ― Truman Capote, who died in Los Angeles, California, on this day in 1984 (aged 59). vintageanchorbooks:

“But I’m not a saint yet. I’m an alcoholic. I’m a drug addict. I’m homosexual. I’m a genius. Of course, I could be all four of these dubious things and still be a saint. But I shonuf ain’t no saint yet, nawsuh.”  ― Truman Capote, who died in Los Angeles, California, on this day in 1984 (aged 59). vintageanchorbooks:

“But I’m not a saint yet. I’m an alcoholic. I’m a drug addict. I’m homosexual. I’m a genius. Of course, I could be all four of these dubious things and still be a saint. But I shonuf ain’t no saint yet, nawsuh.”  ― Truman Capote, who died in Los Angeles, California, on this day in 1984 (aged 59).

vintageanchorbooks:

“But I’m not a saint yet. I’m an alcoholic. I’m a drug addict. I’m homosexual. I’m a genius. Of course, I could be all four of these dubious things and still be a saint. But I shonuf ain’t no saint yet, nawsuh.”
― Truman Capote, who died in Los Angeles, California, on this day in 1984 (aged 59).

Great sign and even greater cause. Very proud to have been a West Denver kid.

Great sign and even greater cause. Very proud to have been a West Denver kid.

Stormy and beautiful weather this afternoon when out on a food truck run.

Stormy and beautiful weather this afternoon when out on a food truck run.

I’d just say to aspiring journalists or writers—who I meet a lot of—do it now. Don’t wait for permission to make something that’s interesting or amusing to you. Just do it now. Don’t wait. Find a story idea, start making it, give yourself a deadline, show it to people who’ll give you notes to make it better. Don’t wait till you’re older, or in some better job than you have now. Don’t wait for anything. Don’t wait till some magical story idea drops into your lap. That’s not where ideas come from. Go looking for an idea and it’ll show up. Begin now. Be a fucking soldier about it and be tough.

Ira Glass
Sunday evening reading with a view.  (at The First Church of Christ, Scientist, Boston)

Sunday evening reading with a view. (at The First Church of Christ, Scientist, Boston)