I see light.
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greygirlbeastI made it into bed, in the strictest sense (that is, I was technically, bodily, in the bed), by 1:30 last night, but Spooky and I sat there talking until almost three. Something woke me at four. Spooky claimed it was her stomach making noises, but I have my doubts. I awoke again at nine, from nightmares I had no wish to go back down to, so I decided I would make do with six hours sleep (give or take; take mostly). Spooky got up at ten, when the alarm went off.
Upon waking, I wrote down as much of the dream/s as I could recall. That part of the dream nearest to the waking event (what is the geometry/geography of dreams?). That part most recoverable by my conscious mind. Too much to write down here. You wouldn't want to read it all. I wouldn't want to write it down again. But there was part that might have been a road trip, or a forced march, or an exodus, or somehow all these things at once. The sky was burning, and the whole world was shades or orange and red. There was a man on stilts. There was something I kept hidden that I was always afraid would be discovered. There were wastelands of twisted steel and the charred corpses of automobiles piled up along the highways. There were bones, too. There were bones everywhere — bleached white, burnt black — and at one point I was explaining to someone traveling with me (I can't say who, because I do not know) which ones were human and how you could tell. There was an old house where I stopped to rest, a house surrounded by dead trees. I sat for a long time on the stairs, listening to the wind and to people talking. A girl, maybe twelve or thirteen, asked me if I was thirsty, and I told her no, though I was very thirsty. There were bloody handprints on the wall beside me. The blood was dry and looked more like rust. Etc. and etc.
The writing went very well again yesterday. I did the first 1,424 words on a new piece for Sirenia Digest which I am calling "Metamorphosis A." I expect to finish it today.
We watched "Heroes" last night, instead of waiting for the Friday night rerun on SciFi. I'm losing patience with the show. The hope I had for it at the start is fading fast as it seems to dissolve into too much of the usual television foolishness. I think, at this point, I'm only watching it for Hiro. I'll likely give up and see the rest on DVD. The commercials drive me crazy. They defeat whatever tension the scripts manage to build. Oh, wait. We'll be back to our story in a moment. But first, listen to people scream at you about new cars and insurance and breakfast cereal and all our other crappy shows (Friday Night Lights????). I'm pretty sure the reason I liked Season One of Battlestar Galactica so much more than Season Two or Season Three (thus far) is that I saw it on DVD, where there were no commercials to undo the tension.
Read chapters IXX and XX of House of Leaves.
I'm excited about the new Pynchon novel, Against the Day. Given the teaser, how I can I not be excited? To wit: Spanning the period between the Chicago World's Fair of 1893 and the years just after World War I, this novel moves from the labor troubles in Colorado to turn-of-the-century New York, to London and Gottingen, Venice and Vienna, the Balkans, Central Asia, Siberia at the time of the mysterious Tunguska Event, Mexico during the Revolution, postwar Paris, silent-era Hollywood, and one or two places not strictly speaking on the map at all.
With a worldwide disaster looming just a few years ahead, it is a time of unrestrained corporate greed, false religiosity, moronic fecklessness, and evil intent in high places. No reference to the present day is intended or should be inferred.
The sizable cast of characters includes anarchists, balloonists, gamblers, corporate tycoons, drug enthusiasts, innocents and decadents, mathematicians, mad scientists, shamans, psychics, and stage magicians, spies, detectives, adventuresses, and hired guns. There are cameo appearances by Nikola Tesla, Bela Lugosi, and Groucho Marx.
Besides, I've never not loved a Pynchon novel.
I suppose that's it for now. That's enough. Do recall that the eBay auctions end this evening, late this afternoon, whichever. The Daughter of Hounds ARC and the lettered copy of Alabaster with chapbook and Spooky's doll. The latter, especially, involves one-of-a-kind items. There will never be another green-haired boy doll. This is the one and only. You'll not regret it.
Upon waking, I wrote down as much of the dream/s as I could recall. That part of the dream nearest to the waking event (what is the geometry/geography of dreams?). That part most recoverable by my conscious mind. Too much to write down here. You wouldn't want to read it all. I wouldn't want to write it down again. But there was part that might have been a road trip, or a forced march, or an exodus, or somehow all these things at once. The sky was burning, and the whole world was shades or orange and red. There was a man on stilts. There was something I kept hidden that I was always afraid would be discovered. There were wastelands of twisted steel and the charred corpses of automobiles piled up along the highways. There were bones, too. There were bones everywhere — bleached white, burnt black — and at one point I was explaining to someone traveling with me (I can't say who, because I do not know) which ones were human and how you could tell. There was an old house where I stopped to rest, a house surrounded by dead trees. I sat for a long time on the stairs, listening to the wind and to people talking. A girl, maybe twelve or thirteen, asked me if I was thirsty, and I told her no, though I was very thirsty. There were bloody handprints on the wall beside me. The blood was dry and looked more like rust. Etc. and etc.
The writing went very well again yesterday. I did the first 1,424 words on a new piece for Sirenia Digest which I am calling "Metamorphosis A." I expect to finish it today.
We watched "Heroes" last night, instead of waiting for the Friday night rerun on SciFi. I'm losing patience with the show. The hope I had for it at the start is fading fast as it seems to dissolve into too much of the usual television foolishness. I think, at this point, I'm only watching it for Hiro. I'll likely give up and see the rest on DVD. The commercials drive me crazy. They defeat whatever tension the scripts manage to build. Oh, wait. We'll be back to our story in a moment. But first, listen to people scream at you about new cars and insurance and breakfast cereal and all our other crappy shows (Friday Night Lights????). I'm pretty sure the reason I liked Season One of Battlestar Galactica so much more than Season Two or Season Three (thus far) is that I saw it on DVD, where there were no commercials to undo the tension.
Read chapters IXX and XX of House of Leaves.
I'm excited about the new Pynchon novel, Against the Day. Given the teaser, how I can I not be excited? To wit: Spanning the period between the Chicago World's Fair of 1893 and the years just after World War I, this novel moves from the labor troubles in Colorado to turn-of-the-century New York, to London and Gottingen, Venice and Vienna, the Balkans, Central Asia, Siberia at the time of the mysterious Tunguska Event, Mexico during the Revolution, postwar Paris, silent-era Hollywood, and one or two places not strictly speaking on the map at all.
With a worldwide disaster looming just a few years ahead, it is a time of unrestrained corporate greed, false religiosity, moronic fecklessness, and evil intent in high places. No reference to the present day is intended or should be inferred.
The sizable cast of characters includes anarchists, balloonists, gamblers, corporate tycoons, drug enthusiasts, innocents and decadents, mathematicians, mad scientists, shamans, psychics, and stage magicians, spies, detectives, adventuresses, and hired guns. There are cameo appearances by Nikola Tesla, Bela Lugosi, and Groucho Marx.
Besides, I've never not loved a Pynchon novel.
I suppose that's it for now. That's enough. Do recall that the eBay auctions end this evening, late this afternoon, whichever. The Daughter of Hounds ARC and the lettered copy of Alabaster with chapbook and Spooky's doll. The latter, especially, involves one-of-a-kind items. There will never be another green-haired boy doll. This is the one and only. You'll not regret it.
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Date: 2006-11-14 06:20 pm (UTC)We just set it to record all the first run of shows we're interested in and then watch them whenever we feel like it. Of course we just skip through the commercials, which makes an hour show only take forty-five minutes or so.
I, also, agree that Heroes is starting to lose me a little. I'm still enjoying it, but you're right in that it's seems to be devolving into the normal TV type mentality. Hopefully next week will bring back some of the initial awesomeness of the show.
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Date: 2006-11-14 06:44 pm (UTC)If nothing else, you dream an amazing waste land.
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Date: 2006-11-14 07:23 pm (UTC)Pynchon or not, this reads like your interests list. I don't see how you could fail to like it. Did you ever finish Mason & Dixon?
The latter, especially, involves one-of-a-kind items.
I always feel half-cheated by these auctions. I've already got the limited ed. of Alabaster, but damned if that platypus doesn't tempt me with Spooky's doll. Or a rare chapbook. Or a CRK MDS. Or someother mess. But then I feel bad that I might steal someone else's chance to enjoy the book.
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Date: 2006-11-14 10:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-15 03:00 am (UTC)I liked last night's a lot more than the previous episode but, yeah, there is a downhill trend. I'd kind of been digging the Matt, telepathic cop, story line, and I was glad he wasn't abruptly in a tailored suit again last night. But Hiro's was indeed the best thread. I felt genuinely bad to see the waitress killed. But I fiercely loathed the bongo music during the India scenes.
We'll be back to our story in a moment. But first, listen to people scream at you about new cars and insurance and breakfast cereal and all our other crappy shows (Friday Night Lights????).
Hehe. It'd be hard to think of a worse-looking show--"Hey, folks, come see a bunch of blandly pretty avatars for white trash wallowing in the glory of Nordstrom-esque football!"
I suppose it probably didn't help Heroes's tension threads much, but I was playing Nintendo during the commercials . . .
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Date: 2006-11-15 05:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-15 05:30 am (UTC)I figured a rain of alien organisms is right up your alley. You've probably already heard of this...
~Jacob