Monday, January 24, 2011

I feel the stirrings of the renewal of spring in spite of the lingering cold and recent snow flurries. As I stoke the fire in my kiva, I tidy up my plans for the Big Sur Seminar with Gerry Spence and Tony Serra on Saturday, Jan. 29th at the Big Sur Lodge. It's rare that these two Titans are in the same room together. It will feel like two Giant Sequoias in a log cabin. I'm packing my camera. Wish I'd sprung for the Hi-def Sony camcorder, but that money went toward printing more books. Amazon and Kindle sales are doing well.

Simultaneously, I'm planning ahead for an exhibit of my equestrian and polo art at the inaugural Equestrian Fair at the Equestrian Center on Airport Rd in Santa Fe, NM, Sat-Sun Feb 12-13, 10 to 4 o'clock. Look for it in stall #11.  Some of that art is on my website:

This is the year when my egg hatches -- when that which I've developed and worked on all my life comes to fruition, but instead of it being the hatching of a single egg, it's more like a Russian Easter egg: one egg nesting inside another and another and another.

Another event on the Lust for Justice horizon is the KPFA fund raiser on March 6th. Some of my courtroom art will be up for bid. More about that later ... 

Monday, January 10, 2011

Kindle news

Click this link then click hot new releases and see that Lust for Justice has made it to 2nd place on the roster, way ahead of Hilary Clinton! Pretty thrilling!

I'm getting my ducks in a row to head off to CA again for the Monterey Trial Lawyer College seminar at the Big Sur Lodge from Jan 27-30. Tony Serra and Gerry Spence will both speak on the culminating evening of Sat Jan 29th. Should be epic! The contact person is:
 J. Jude Basile
1334 Chorro St.
San Luis Obispo, Ca 93401
fax 805-7818611 <>

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Reflections on the ride ...

My dreams range from fret-sweats to lists of to-do's. I suppose eventually I'll get into step with this new life I've made for myself, over and beyond packing and unpacking and repacking. I love parts of it, but it's a helluva commute. Next is Big Sur: a Seminar of the Monterey Trial Lawyers College with Gerry Spence and Tony. And possibly a presentation that I will do solo at a bookstore on the subject of personal growth regarding this book and dealing with the bigger-than-life self-serving godzilla egomania of Tony Serra. I have so much to say about that, they'll have to cut my tongue out to shut me up.

Tony's gone from prince to impossible once again, and once again I find myself at the edge of my cliff of "never again!" But then the voice of wisdom from 17 years of bald-faced determination whispers into my ear, "Let it go. All things change and change again." So with a tight jawed clench of  teeth, I trudge bravely forward, shedding resentments like a tree sheds leaves in autumn in order to further the greater good of this project of interdependent symbiosis. Big Sur with Gerry Spence and Tony will all be worth it.

The good news is, my hyper-irritation with Tony has fast-forwarded me to a place when this will all be behind us, and I will just be kicked back receiving royalties from my outpost in Santa Fe. It will all be a memory, a bright light of powerful energy sending off fiery flares visible from outer space. Astronauts and aliens will scratch their heads and exclaim, "What the hell is THAT?!?" and I will smile inwardly and think, "What a ride it's been!"