http://www.thefosters.com Just another WordPress weblog Fri, 17 Oct 2008 01:44:08 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en My wife wasn't answering her phone and I was dying to tell her about what had happened. I spent the next hour looking for her and when I landed on the main street I found myself in the middle of an art car parade. The spectacle rolled down the street, each ... http://www.thefosters.com/archives/117 "What do you spy when you raise your eyes to the sky?" For a moment I thought he was still talking on the phone, more loudly than before. I turned and his gaze was firmly fixed on me. "I beg your pardon?" I asked. "Your flesh's byways are someone else's highways," the man ... http://www.thefosters.com/archives/107 Bisbee, Arizona is a drunken old man with a broken back. Its narrow twisted streets hunch over the mountainside it rests on. Strewn about these back alleys lie antique stores, artisan shops and the city's illegitimate children who haunt the place. Bisbee leered back at me through my viewfinder as I ... http://www.thefosters.com/archives/85 In the hard reality of morning, the radio incident seemed like a dream. Instead, I was confronted with thoughts of my latest family crisis. The trip to Bisbee was literally just what the doctor ordered. My family had been in counseling the last month after my oldest daughter Stacey decided that ... http://www.thefosters.com/archives/73 Yet another The Dark Knight review? I think not, what would be the point? There have already been numerous reviews written by much better writers and more informed followers of cinema than I (http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080716/REVIEWS/55996637). Besides, a key reason for reviews is to help people decide if a movie is worth ... http://www.thefosters.com/archives/62 A blog, David? Really? Uh...yeah. But let me explain. Last night, while checking out some new apps for the iPhone, I found one I really liked. I tweeted it, but still had more to say that just wouldn't fit in a single tweet. That's where this blog comes in. I ... http://www.thefosters.com/archives/60 It was four o' clock in the morning and I woke to the sound of voices on the radio. For a moment I stared into the blackness, struggling to remember where I was. In bed. In a trailer. In Bisbee. Friday morning. I had tuned the old radio in the Airstream to the ... http://www.thefosters.com/archives/30