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A crazy, crazy morning. Too many emails and phone calls. But now I'm going to try to calm down and write a blog entry.

Yesterday, I didn't get a lot of work done. I only managed to copy edit two stories in The Five-Chambered Heart, "The Bed of Appetite" and "Untitled 31." The latter will have an actual title in the collection, though I don't yet know what it'll be. It's great to proofread the newer stuff I've written, because, mostly, I'm still in love with it, and I make virtually no changes to the text.

My thanks to "Moto" in San Francisco, whose sending me a first-edition hardcover of Angela Carter's The Sadeian Woman: And the Ideology of Pornography. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Remember when email was fast? When you wrote emails, and pretty much everyone responded to them quickly? And this was revolutionary? Lately, it's all iPhones and iPads. I know because it always says at the bottom from what sort of device the message was sent. Now, it seems people would rather speak by "texting." I'm sorry. I'm made the transition from "snail mail" to email in 1994. I'll not be doing it again (she says, knowing full well she will adapt, when it becomes an imperative).

A note to prospective and young writers: Be wary of editors a) offering 1¢/word who b) do not yet have a publisher for their anthology, c) want all sorts of electronic rights straight off, and d) despite the fact they have no publisher, already have a cover design and a marketing strategy involving selling the book as a PDF. Here, we have entered shady, sketchy territory.

Yesterday, as the heat inside mounted, we fled the house and (despite the questionable state of the car and the cost of gasoline) drove down to Moonstone Beach. Our first trip to the sea all summer! That's just...insane. As usual, Moonstone was pretty much free of tourons (you may know them as "tourists"), and we mostly had it to ourselves. I waded into the cold water up to my thighs, and it was wonderful. The sky was full of birds: cormorants (Phalacocorax spp.), both American and fish crows (Corvus brachyrhynchos and C. ossifragus, respectively), red-winged blackbirds (Agelaius phoeniceus), chimney swifts (Chaetura pelagica), piping plovers (Charadrius melodus), grey catbirds (Dumetella carolinensis), and all manner of gulls. We made tiny cairns from granite and slate cobbles, and found those others had made earlier in the day. We stayed until about 6:30 p.m., and headed over to Narragansett for dinner at Iggy's (as a marvelous fog rolled in). I think we were back home by 8:45. It was an evening out I much needed. On the way down, and the way back up, I read Book 1 of The Stuff of Legend (written by Mike Raicht and Brian Smith, drawn by Charles Paul Wilson III). Brilliant comic.

I tried to play Rift for a bit, but got into some combination of a snit and a funk about the state of the guild and the game and players. My apologies to [livejournal.com profile] stsisyphus for yammering my dissatisfaction at him for an hour. But really. On the one hand, I love the potential of MMORPGs. But on the other hand, I often loathe what they actually are. In the hands of most players, an MMORPG is like watching someone shoot marbles* with a particle accelerator. That is the degree of potential being squandered. Anyway, I gave up about 11:30 and wandered away. I'm not saying this is something wrong with Rift (though, in fact, I have a short list of things that are wrong with Rift), but with the whole gamer mentality. Note: I am not a gamer. I am a roleplayer. The game aspect to me is, at very best, secondary. And, please note, I am on what is supposedly an rp shard. Ergo....

Yeah. Blah, blah, blah. Later, kittens.

Kicking Against the Pricks,
Aunt Beast

Wait. There are photos from yesterday:





A sunny day at Moonstone.



"It was this big!"



Splash.



Spooky's cairn, complete with the carapace of a spider crab (Libinia sp.)



Very tiny beetle burrowing into the sand.



Detail of Spooky's cairn.



Trustom Pond, behind the dunes.



We found this. People ask me, "Where do you get your ideas?"



Dog roses.



Found this, too. Back to the matter of inspiration.

All photographs Copyright © 2011 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac



*I have no idea if kids still shoot marbles. Me, it was one of my favorite things as a child. It was a very important playground sport when I was in elementary school (1970-1975). Much of one's reputation was at stake.

prinzmetal's angina

Date: 2011-06-29 08:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waristerrorism.livejournal.com
so my favorite kind of pain. (obviously, I don't have it bad).
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prinzmetal%27s_angina
it's coronary vasospasm. ok. xo.

Re: prinzmetal's angina

Date: 2011-06-29 09:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

Passing curious, but utterly random.

Date: 2011-06-29 08:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] teacup-carousel.livejournal.com
Not sure if it makes any difference but the stone in the 8th photo is upside down.

Date: 2011-06-29 09:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

We photographed it was we found it. Can you read the characters?

Date: 2011-06-30 07:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] teacup-carousel.livejournal.com
It's in Chinese so no. :( I could give my best guess from what I know they mean in Japanese but its all nonsense and I doubt it would be anywhere close to what it's intended meaning would be. There's a repeating character for mountain though.

Date: 2011-06-29 08:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kurtmulgrew.livejournal.com
Our grandpa taught us to shoot marbles. It was way fun. Now I think I'm going to the lake after seeing those enticing photos. Haven't been yet this year.

Date: 2011-06-29 09:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

Our grandpa taught us to shoot marbles. It was way fun.

It was a very important playground sport when I was in elementary school (1970-1975). Much of one's reputation was at stake.

Nowadays, I imagine grammar school is all about sexting and crack.

Date: 2011-06-29 09:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jenjen4280.livejournal.com
Ah, tourons: part tourist, part moron.

Used to have those visit the dig (archeological) where I did field school, which was a 17th century English chapel. I'd say the number 1 and number 2 questions were: (1) Find any gold? Uhm, no. People in the 17th century were generally as careful as we are not lose gold coins and if I did find one, it's not something I'd keep because it's an artifact; and (2) Are you looking for dinosaurs? Uhm, no, that's palentology, we're on an archeological site...oh nevermind. Tourons.

Date: 2011-06-29 09:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com
Ah, tourons: part tourist, part moron.

Prexactly.

Used to have those visit the dig (archeological) where I did field school, which was a 17th century English chapel. I'd say the number 1 and number 2 questions were: (1) Find any gold? Uhm, no. People in the 17th century were generally as careful as we are not lose gold coins and if I did find one, it's not something I'd keep because it's an artifact; and (2) Are you looking for dinosaurs? Uhm, no, that's palentology, we're on an archeological site...oh nevermind. Tourons.

My favourite from my paleo days was the inevitable (now, keep in mind this was in rural Alabama) was, "So, was this before of after Noah's ark." We usually tactfully replied, "Before."
Edited Date: 2011-06-29 09:22 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-06-30 02:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jenjen4280.livejournal.com
That's a good one! I hadn't thought about what touron questions you paleo types get asked on your digs.

Date: 2011-06-29 09:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mizliz13.livejournal.com
The last picture is really neat. I hope she stays around for a while.

Date: 2011-06-29 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

The last picture is really neat. I hope she stays around for a while.

Possibly. That was above the high-tide line.

Date: 2011-06-29 09:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cucumberseed.livejournal.com
The ocean is an excellent place for ideas.

Date: 2011-06-29 10:19 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-06-29 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] will-ludwigsen.livejournal.com
"Hey, man. You know who comes to this beach sometimes? Caitlin Kiernan. Yeah, I know, right? So if we're going to leave weird shit here, we'd better step up our game, that's all I'm sayin'."

Date: 2011-06-29 10:19 pm (UTC)

YES!

Date: 2011-06-29 10:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] subtlesttrap.livejournal.com
So pumped to see you're already busy at work on Confessions of a Five Chambered Heart. I seriously cannot wait for the table of contents on this one!!!! I Hope Subterranean lets you keep all the stories you've selected so far, the more, the bettah! I would seriously dole out $500 if you offered a beautiful monster volume of all the Sirenia Digest tales to date, that's how crazy I am over them.

Re: YES!

Date: 2011-06-29 10:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

I'll be able to post the ToC in a couple of weeks; at this stage, I'm trying to decide which stories I want in.

Date: 2011-06-29 10:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashlyme.livejournal.com
I don't remember shooting marbles, though I must've done. I do recall loving them for their own sake, wondering how they put the swirls of colour in, that kind of thing. I was a dreamy little sod.

Cormorants? Jealous of you, as an aspiring birder - jammy Aunt B! Glad you had a good day.

I *do* text quite a bit. I just refuse to abbreviate, or drop punctuation. Probably a dying breed, but fuck it.

Date: 2011-06-29 10:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

Cormorants? Jealous of you, as an aspiring birder - jammy Aunt B! Glad you had a good day.

Cormorants are very, very common here.


I *do* text quite a bit. I just refuse to abbreviate, or drop punctuation. Probably a dying breed, but fuck it.


I've never texted in my life.

Date: 2011-06-29 10:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] docbrite.livejournal.com
u rule kthx!!!

(Seriously, I do the same. Why send a text full of misspellings when you know better?)

Date: 2011-06-29 11:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

(Seriously, I do the same. Why send a text full of misspellings when you know better?)

I think old people, like us, are doing to look cool.

Date: 2011-06-29 10:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] docbrite.livejournal.com
I've always kind of hated e-mail because after a point it seemed almost rude not to have a public e-mail address if you were online. So I have a public one that I never check and that's always full of spam. Texting is better for me because people don't think you're rude for not giving them your cell phone number (and if they do, they can fuck off).

Edited because I totally forgot to make my point, which was that I like texts better because I get fewer of them.
Edited Date: 2011-06-29 10:46 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-06-29 10:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cmpriest.livejournal.com
Funny, I just saw this on the news (http://www.nationalmarblestournament.org/) a week or so ago. And I thought to myself, "Self, I had no idea people played marbles competitively."

Date: 2011-06-29 11:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

Marbles, for the win!

Date: 2011-06-29 11:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lois2037.livejournal.com
I didn't shoot marbles (afraid to loose any of them), but they were my great treasures, which I kept in a purple velvet Royal whiskey bag. I'd like to think they are still around, but my loving mother may have thrown them away with all my other things... I loved to take them out and look at all the fascinating colors and the shapes inside. Thanks for waking up that memory. Maybe I'll go look for some more.

I, too, loathe texting, but then, I have an ancient, non camera, non internet, not at all smart cell phone which I pay as I go and use only when traveling or for necessary roadside emergencies. It requires some kind of number-substitute code to text, and I'm not about to do that.

Date: 2011-06-29 11:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

I didn't shoot marbles (afraid to loose any of them), but they were my great treasures, which I kept in a purple velvet Royal whiskey bag. I'd like to think they are still around, but my loving mother may have thrown them away with all my other things...

I had at least a couple hundred. Then...being a teenager came along, and girls, and college, and shit. And by the time I remembered my marbles, I fear they'd met the same fate, tossed out by my mom.

And that's how I lost my marbles.

Date: 2011-06-29 11:20 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sovay
Spooky's cairn, complete with the carapace of a spider crab (Libinia sp.)

Nice.

We found this.

I am oddly unsurprised. If it should turn up on anyone's beach . . .

Date: 2011-06-29 11:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

If it should turn up on anyone's beach . . .

It would be mine, yeah.

Date: 2011-06-29 11:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captaincurt81.livejournal.com
Love the pond pic and the dog roses.

Date: 2011-06-29 11:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

Dog roses (or "beach roses") are fine.
From: [identity profile] r-darkstorm.livejournal.com
I *did* shoot marbles as a kid... With my father. Most kids in the late 80's/early 90's were more interested in their GameBoys and Nintedos to actually play outside. Mostly my marbles are long gone, although I stumble across one or two in odd places sometimes.

I text like crazy, but I refrain from most abbreviations... The majority of my social circle abbreviate like crazy, and I'm often left scratching my head trying to figure out what the heck they just said.

Lost it at "sexting and crack" never sexted in my life, doubt I ever will...

Oh, and RP threads are virtually meaningless... Which is one (of many) reasons I quit playing WoW. Besides, there's something about rolling a handful of d10 that MMORPGs don't quite replcate....

Dog Roses grow from Marbles

Date: 2011-06-30 12:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jessamyg.livejournal.com
Dog Roses - the smell of the summer and the humming of the air; dreams of childhood, the brightness of the marble glass and the dirt decorating my legs.

Thanks for the trip to long ago.

Date: 2011-06-30 02:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alumiere.livejournal.com
My elementary school years (1970-76 - we didn't hit HS til 7th grade) seemed to be all about variations on hopscotch/foursquare and what they called jewish jacks (yeah, yeah - xian school, like that mattered). The jacks were played with six dice sized metal cubes, you tossed the dice on the table, then had to pick up one and throw it up while you gathered combinations of the remaining pieces; I was surprisingly decent given being legally blind in my left eye.

And fucking dodge ball and tether ball in gym class, which was miserable.
Edited Date: 2011-06-30 02:11 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-06-30 02:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] catconley.livejournal.com
My favorite part of "Hook" is right at the end when Tootles gets his marbles back :)

Glad you got some beach time! The photos are wonderful.



Date: 2011-06-30 04:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stsisyphus.livejournal.com
Don't worry about the hour spent. I just wish I had been more supportive or could offer more solutions.

On the other hand, a nice day at the beach will make virtual worlds seem pretty fucking lame no matter what.

Date: 2011-06-30 04:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jadakath.livejournal.com
LOVE Love Love the photos. You two could make a fortune from photography. Truly curious inspiring 'finds' as well.

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