Through all the windows I only see infinity.

[greygirlbeast]

I am, indeed, much, much better this morning. I would say that I am almost fully recovered, save a bit of congestion and this knife lodged deeply in the convolutions of my right sinus. The fever was the worst of it, though. No more fevers for a long time, please.

I spoke with Bill Schafer at subpress late yesterday, and he has very graciously agreed to let me postpone the delivery of The Dinosaurs of Mars for several months. There is so much else I have to write, and TDoM grows in my head by leaps and bounds (rather like Charles R. Knight's famous painting of a dueling pair of "Laelaps"). It has become The Project which I most want to be working on, and I don't want to rush any part of it. There's going to be a crucial multi-media aspect to this story, which I'll explain later. It is a relief, to know I'll be able to continue my research for the book, but don't have to actually write it for some time yet.

And I actually wrote yesterday. Huzzah.

Jack Palance is dead at age 87. He was long a favorite actor of mine. Indeed, so great was my adoration of Mr. Palance that I was known for more than a full year as "Aliesha Palance," way back when (long story, some other time). Meanwhile, Kurt Vonnegut is alive at age 84 (as of today). Vonnegut is another long-time hero. They have not yet all passed beyond the veil.

We had a nice walk yesterday. It was marvelously warm. Almost 80F, I think (much cooler today). We saw one of the hawks in Freedom Park, and Spooky found a four-leaf clover. The exercise left me feeling only slightly woozy. Byron came by about 7:30 p.m. (CaST) and helped us finish off the last of the pot of soup Spooky made on Wednesday. Then we watched a new ep of Spongebob Squarepants (the Second Coming of Jerry Lewis) and Dr. Who, and then Byron left for Athens, and we watched Battlestar Galactica. After that, I played Final Fantasy XII, and let me just say that I have a new videogame crush. Sorry, Manah. Sorry, YRP. Sorry, Lara. Now my heart belongs to a certain Viera nixar named Fran. Those ears. That nose. Those...sigh.

Also, I am becoming ever more obsessed with the role of Norse mythology in House of Leaves. Yesterday, I realised that Kyrie is a reference to the [Val]kyries (I don't know why it took me so long to see that one), and that, for Johnny Truant, this is essentially the role she plays. Only, in the end, Johnny forsakes the ride to Odin's hall for that other ride.

The leaves are all falling so fast. The roof of the house next door is littered with splotches of gold and yellow, cranberry and orange.

Gotta go write now. But please have a look at the eBay auctions. Thank ye.

Comments

[wolven.livejournal.com]

As well as "Kyrie Eleison," "Lord Have Mercy." But you probably knew that one.

The Ash Tree, the as larger on the inside than out, like the Hall, the constant references to the cold and the isolation. A case could even be made for the men as raiding party.

Thank you, for that, because now there are cross-conceptual images of American Gods (forest scene, sacrifices), and of Leaves (Explorations).

Good way to put a start to the day.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

But you probably knew that one.

Yep. I think it was that one that kept me from seeing Valkyries for so long.

[sclerotic-rings.livejournal.com]

Once again, if you need sources for research, please let me know, because I'd love to help with research. I was nearly 10 when Viking 1 touched down, and I haven't been the same since.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

Once again, if you need sources for research, please let me know, because I'd love to help with research. I was nearly 10 when Viking 1 touched down, and I haven't been the same since.

Thanks. I may take you up on that, though I have managed to assemble an impressive (and daunting) mountain of reference material. I myself was only 12 when Viking 1 touched down. For some reason, the event is inexorably linked in my mind with Elton John's "Rocket Man."

[sclerotic-rings.livejournal.com]

Well, now I know what to get you for your birthday. The local Half Price Books next to work tends to get a lot of planetary astronomy material from all of the University of Texas at Dallas grads and professors, and I've picked up some wonderful Mars reference books, both current and retro, within the last few months. Combine that with some of the interesting palaeo books that come in (it's where I snagged that book on Australian and Aotearoan fossil reptiles, for instance), and you understand why my in-laws simply sigh and give me gift cards for Christmas.

[styggian.livejournal.com]

That is the strangest thing, I could have sworn that I heard that both Jack Palance and Kurt Vonnegut died years ago.
I even remember how sad I was to hear it.
I'm going to get on that gamefly thing so I can have the games sent to me you can't get around here.