conversations with the dean

February 20, 2014

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god and me

December 13, 2013


smokingPeople keep suggesting —

Icy weather in Texas is some sort of hint from God I give up smoking.

This seems like an awful lot of trouble on high to send one person one hint. I am not, after all, the only person freezing my ass off in Texas. I suspect a lot of non-smokers are freezing too.

Also. The icy weather makes going out for other supplies and to work out and to pick up mail a royal pain too.

Oddly, nobody is suggesting cold weather is a hint from on high I give up toilet paper, working out, or mail.





I just realized in a random conversation something I never snapped to before.

Texas is the only state in the U.S. I have returned to, to live in, besides California.


I have lived in a lot of states. I lost count of interstate moves around interstate move number seven — and I keep going home to California. Move out. Move back. Move out. Move back.


The ONLY other state I have ever returned to is Texas.


I should fear Texas like I fear the astrological sign Taurus. Huge life altering events have happened to me in Texas. Not all good.


Texas is a pattern I never saw before.

A blind spot.

I don’t have a lot of blind spots.

When they show up they are usually huge.



===>>>where the artwork comes from:
that is from the texas experiment: ethnography




We are having fun. Also I find it crazy fun that people actually come looking for me on the smoking patio behind Driskill Bar. Okay sure that is predictable but also, how cool is that?

Also here are some photos to cheer you up before you go all “don’t smoke” on my ass. Yay!

Max Adams, Terry Rossio, Jocelyn Jolly Stamat

Max Adams, Terry Rossio, Jocelyn Jolly Stamat, Austin Film Festival, October 2013

The Salt Lick, oh yez, we are all there, Austin Texas October 2013

The Salt Lick, oh yez, we are all there, Austin Texas October 2013

Max Adams, Vivi Gregg, with unsuspecting bystander who kept buying us beers, Austin Texas October 2013

Max Adams, Vivi Gregg, with unsuspecting bystander who kept buying us beers, Austin Texas October 2013

Kitty Sibille looking cute as hell in the TNSSG shirt yay!

Kitty Sibille looking cute as hell in the TNSSG shirt yay!

Kitty Sibille, Blane Sibillle, and Max Adams taking TNSSG out on the town at Salt Lick, Austin Texas, October 2013 yay!

Kitty Sibille, Blane Sibillle, and Max Adams taking TNSSG out on the town at Salt Lick, Austin Texas, October 2013 yay!

Deborah Eli Solis an Max Adams, Austin Film Festival, October 2013

Deborah Eli Solis and Max Adams, Austin Film Festival, October 2013


softball ahoy

September 12, 2013


Don’t forget, Friday night Gridiron Heroes softball.

Bring cleats.

for samantha

September 4, 2013


ow the knee ow

August 27, 2013




So foolishly Saturday night I went dancing in totally inappropriate shoes.  [Hey, I did not know I was going dancing, I thought I was going to a comedy club.  And I did that too.  The dancing was a surprise event that came after.]  Then for good measure, I trotted up and down unfriendly stairs in said inappropriate shoes, did two shots of some really suspicious cinnamon flavored brew, and slammed my [bad, okay, they are both bad, but I picked the most bad for this stunt] knee into a hard surface just to bring that baby home.



The knee is not feeling very forgiving.  My knees have never been forgiving.  In the words of a past ortho doc, “So pretty on the outside, so ugly on the inside.”  So I am a little hobbled here, but hey, the knee has not demanded the knee brace yet.  Ooh la la, I can still wear shorts and pretty dresses — if I don’t go crazy on the shoes.  [Yeah, don't count on that.]



Meanwhile, in other news.  If you were planning on that free bumper sticker with swag, you missed out.  That ended Sunday.  But the swag is still cool, free [bribe!] bumper sticker or not, and there is cool new book news on the horizon. 

:::THE BOOK::: is now available at Book People [Austin], Book Soup [West Hollywood], Cinema Books [Seattle],  Samuel French [Hollywood], and coming soon to Trident Booksellers and Cafe [Boston].  Yay!

[Check out :::WHERE TO BUY::: for the current list of booksellers.]

Also we’re talking to Book Soup about an author event.  That would seriously be yay, though involve [uh ohs] me getting on a plane.



And in other cool ass news, knee willing and the creek don’t rise, I’ll be playing softball in the upcoming Gridiron Heroes Celebrity Softball Tournament September 13-14 in Schertz Texas [that's by San Antonio for the geographically impaired] so if you want to see mind over matter, come out to the Gridiron Heroes event and watch me run on this punk ass knee.  Yay!

I promise to wear appropriate foot wear and swing that bat.  Also I throw in home via Second and yell “Not the face!” a lot [my short stop days are over shut up] and should be doing a fabulous Kirk Gibson impression from the year The Dodgers brought that baby home.  Except I’m shorter and blonder.  Bottom line, It should be entertaining as hell, if you like to see small blondes run and curse a lot.

AND.  It’s for a :::DAMN GOOD CAUSE:::

See you there.


Your Gridiron Heroes Adams Girl



*BTW, we have done hot crazy Gridiron Hero action here before. Oh yez, last year we did the hot poker tournament and auction. Stop in. We’re not going anywhere.



’nuff said

June 26, 2013




chigger hell

August 27, 2012



Texas reminds me of Malibu. Every time I turn around, something is trying to eat me. Something spider bit me. I am allergic all the time in just my skin and, oh, eyes! — to just the air.

And now. Something ate hell out of my legs.

Fifty bites? I kid not, I lost count after fifty. And here is the thing. After days, the bites were not fading. So I was all WTF? Seriously? Not fading bites? WTF is up with that?

[I get to curse here btw, Stephen Fry says so.]

I went kind of crazy on this.

I bleached every piece of clothing I ever wore a week of pre-bite.

I bleached the wood on the balcony.

I bleached all the bedding.

I bleached the concrete floors.

I probably went overboard and probably I did not even get bit here but how would I know? It feels like I am getting bit by fire ants most of the time it is not like it would stand out. And there are no more bites. But still. The bites do not leave. Ahhh!



A friend told me maybe they are chigger bites and [holy hell!] chigger bites don’t go away, they just keep going. Under the skin. Living God Damn chiggers. WTF?

Under. The. Skin. [Gack, Alien!]

She also said if you coated the bites with nail polish that would kill them.



I spent the other night coating my battle scars with nail polish. And it seems to actually be working.

I didn’t have any clear polish though, so I used this fantastical shade of orange. It is still fantastical too — on fifty plus chigger attacks.

If you see a woman at Whole Foods with a half bottle of bright orange nail polish slathered on her legs do not make fun dammit.


Your Chiggers Are Hell Adams Girl



August 10, 2012


There was a kid —

In grammar school. His name was Joey. He wore shit clothes. Horrible cast off clothes. Like corduroy coats. He was a foster kid. He was tiny. Smaller than other boys. He wore bad glasses. Big rimmed glasses that probably came off the cheapest ugliest conveyor line of glasses ever. He was always nice though. Polite. He smiled at me sometimes. The world handed him the ugliest set of circumstances and he was still nice and still had a nice smile and I had no idea how that worked.

And those shit logging town boys used to wait for him. On the playground. On the path. Everywhere on his way home. They’d wait and they’d outrun him and they’d beat him up.

I stopped them once. I don’t know why I was on the same route that day, but I was, and it pissed me off. Seeing them picking on this kid because he wore an ugly corduroy coat and ugly glasses. Ugly shoes too. And he was too little to fight back and there were a bunch of them and only one of him. There was nothing this kid had to wear that didn’t set him up as a target.

There is this thing that happens among kids. This preying on the weak. Joey was weak. And I was angry and I stepped in there and yelled and they let him go.

That didn’t make us friends. He was sort of humiliated a girl saved him and didn’t smile much at me after. Also I have no freaking clue why, when I yelled, people stopped and listened. It’s not like I came from the right side of the tracks either. But when I got mad? People backed off. Even a pack of over hyped we’re-about-to-give-an-ass-whooping logger town boys backed off. And they let him go that day.

They didn’t let him go other days though. I wasn’t there other days. And one day Joey was gone. It didn’t work out at his foster home.

I’m thinking about Joey because of this story my friend Kym posted. About this kid. He got picked up in Northern California. Wanted for stabbing his step father to death. The kid is the step-son in a house with three younger sons who all belong to the dad. He’s little, like Joey. And at the age of twenty, he backed into a kitchen, said don’t come any closer, and when Step Dad did, the kid stabbed him. And the step-dad died. And the kid ran.

And his grandfather is telling him to turn himself in. Really, Grampa? That’s your back up plan?


They just picked Zachary Price up in Northern California and are shipping him back to Texas.

They have the death penalty in Texas.

And now I am thinking about Joey.


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