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After you write your book, get an agent and get it published, then (if your agent didn't sell it to some big, bullshit publisher with a heavy-duty hype department, in which case you do whatever dumb-ass thing they tell you to do), you have to somehow get someone to read the sucker...and review it. That's close to impossible. The pages with this notification have thousands of media boys and girls listed, one of whom may hype your book. They have to justify their existence somehow, right? G.

July 3, 2023

"On or before July 14, 2023" the host of my website is bagging it for lots of exquisite reasons. So am I. You can see the last 20 years or so here:

https://web.archive.org (stick everyonewhosanyone.com in the box).

They're getting rid of my email address, too. Use this:

gerardjones@proton.me

If you want to read my written stuff, click this:

https://gerardjones.medium.com/lists

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Thanks. G.

Gerard Jones
gerardjones@proton.me

Nebraska

University of Nebraska, Lincoln
Emerging Media Arts

https://arts.unl.edu

Union College
Film Studies

https://www.union.edu/film-studies

Kansas

University of Kansas
Film & Media Studies

https://film.ku.edu

I hitchhiked back to San Francisco as fast as I could hitchhike. I had visions of the love of my life up on the sunroof with Jim Moss—his shiny black hands rubbing squirts of Coppertone down the small of her back and up the sides of her sturdy rib cage.

"Oh, yeah, and Bud."

Bud's goatee tickling the tips of her pretty nipples got me through Kansas.

Ginny Good, Chapter Thirteen, Stockton Street, Summer, 1964

https://vimeo.com/showcase/8960459

Wichita State University
Media Arts

https://www.wichita.edu

Oklahoma

The University of Tulsa
Film & Media Studies

https://artsandsciences.utulsa.edu

Oklahoma City Community College
Digital Cinema Production

https://www.occc.edu/dcp

University of Oklahoma
Film and Media Studies

https://www.ou.edu/cas/fms

Texas

University of Texas, Austin
Radio-Television-Film

https://rtf.utexas.edu

Southern Methodist University
Film & Media Arts

https://www.smu.edu/meadows

New Mexico

University of New Mexico
Film & Digital Arts

https://finearts.unm.edu

New Mexico State University
Creative Media

https://cmi.nmsu.edu

Colorado

University of Colorado, Boulder
Cinema Studies & Moving Image Arts

https://www.colorado.edu/cinemastudies

The day after we almost froze to death, some of Ginny's New Age buddies started showing up. They had some kind of loose affiliation with Elizabeth Clare Prophet. I never really got to the bottom of it all. They talked about St. Germaine, the Archangel Michael and some bunch of glowing guys they called "Ascended Masters." They all wore pastel clothes and had faraway looks in their eyes, and every two-bit thing that ever happened to any of them had some big cosmic purpose. They adored Ginny. She fit right in. Every two-bit thing she ever did her whole life always had some big cosmic purpose. I understood practically nothing of any of it. We had grown apart. She had leaped a few rungs ahead of me up the spiritual ladder. We all go at our own pace. Or maybe all her New Age claptrap was just too much of a pain in the ass, even for me. I still liked her. I couldn't help but like her. I'll always like her—but her New Age buddies and me didn't hit it off at all. I left before the week was up.

Ginny Good, Chapter Thirty, Manitou Springs, Summer, 1973

https://vimeo.com/showcase/8945899

University of Colorado, Denver
College of Arts & Media

https://artsandmedia.ucdenver.edu

Colorado Film School

https://coloradofilmschool.co

Montana State University
School of Film

https://sfp.montana.edu

University of Montana
Visual and Media Arts

https://svma.umt.edu

Stephens College
Digital Filmmaking

https://www.stephens.edu

The University of Utah
Film & Media Arts

https://www.film.utah.edu

Brigham Young University
Media Arts

https://tma.byu.edu

Six months later, around Christmas of 1962, Elliot came home on leave. He'd just finished basic training and some other hush-hush CIA sponsored school at Ft. Bragg and was going to be on his way to Vietnam the morning of New Year's Day. His head was shaved. His ears stuck out. The leather band around the edge of his green beret made a red, painful-looking groove in his scalp. His face was tan. His nails were clipped. He had a few crisp, new ribbons above his shirt pocket and had already earned himself something of a reputation. The guys he'd been in boot camp with called him "Deacon Felton" or "The Deacon" or "Deak." He was the only Mormon in the elite, newly created branch of the military they called "Special Forces." None of the big Bible belt Baptist bruisers who were his comrades in arms had ever known anyone who belonged to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, and Elliot talked to them fearlessly about The Book of Mormon. He told them the whole story of how this Moroni guy, this sort of angelic fellow who glowed and walked a foot or two off the floor, told some New England dirt farmer by the name of Joseph Smith where to find some gold tablets hidden under a rock, along with a secret magic decoder device, and that the tablets explained how, shortly after the resurrection, Jesus came to North America and turned a bunch of naked savages into Christians. Elliot's army buddies took kindly to him the way people take kindly to the incurably insane.

Ginny Good, Chapter Seven, North Beach, 1962-1963

https://vimeo.com/showcase/8963914

University of Nevada, Las Vegas
Film School

https://www.unlv.edu/film

Nevada State College
Visual Media

https://nsc.edu

University of Arizona
Film and Television

https://tftv.arizona.edu

Northern Arizona University
Creative Media and Film

https://nau.edu/communication