and the world we set on fire
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greygirlbeastI think that, when I made my post yesterday, I was not quite yet cognizant of the extent of the damage done to Atlanta by the storms of Friday night. And while it's not as bad as the media hype makes it out to be — not Cloverfield: Atlanta or The Doom That Came to Peachtree Street — it's bad enough. I think the hardest thing to see was the damage done to the Fulton Cotton Mill lofts, as that was such a beautiful old set of buildings. And, I should mention, we thought seriously about moving in there when we left the Kirkwood Lofts and moved in here three years ago. This is, by the way, the first tornado to touchdown in Atlanta proper since March 24th, 1975, when the worst such storm in the city's history ripped the roof off the Governor's mansion.
Not much to say about yesterday. There was the bath, and then, because we thought the weather had calmed down, we headed over to Emory University so I could get a few books and do some research. There was a grand exhibit up at Woodruff — first editions of the works of many poets and prose authors (mostly poets; many volumes signed and inscribed), including T. S. Eliot, Ezra Pound, William Burroughs (as "William Lee"), and Emily Dickinson. But then, we came back outside and the air was deathly still. No birds. One confused-looking squirrel. No wind. Halfway home, the civil-defence sirens went off and another storm hit. I thought the hail was going to come through the windshield of Spooky's car. The streets around Candler Park flooded in minutes. But by the time we pulled into our driveway, it had passed.
Today, the world is sunny and bright, an early Spring day.
And also today, while I was having my morning oatmeal, I decided that the third erotica collection will be titled Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart.
Spooky continues frantically searching for a place for us to live in Rhode Island (mostly looking at Providence). We've got some good leads, though it's still nerve-wracking, knowing this huge move is a mere two and half a months away. But, it's hard to image that our lives won't be better in just about every sense possible for having made the move. More than anything, I think I dread packing and unpacking the 60 or 70 boxes of books, and all the fossils, and having to find a new doctor, and a new dentist. But then I think about the ocean, and the cemeteries, and the museums, and the Not South, and so forth, and it more than balances out. I believe we've reached the point where it's hard to do stuff like cleaning and tidying up this place, knowing that as soon as we get back from Maryland it's all going to start going into boxes. Which reminds me, the event at the O'Neil Literary house is free and open to the public. I'll post a schedule later.
Not much else to last night. My apologies to everyone (Lorne, Larissa, Omega, Pontifex, Brit, etc.) for having to leave the Omega Institute St. Patrick's Day party so early. I have a keeper (a kindly keeper, mind you). She makes me sleep. Well, she does her damnedest.
Enough prattling for one day...
Not much to say about yesterday. There was the bath, and then, because we thought the weather had calmed down, we headed over to Emory University so I could get a few books and do some research. There was a grand exhibit up at Woodruff — first editions of the works of many poets and prose authors (mostly poets; many volumes signed and inscribed), including T. S. Eliot, Ezra Pound, William Burroughs (as "William Lee"), and Emily Dickinson. But then, we came back outside and the air was deathly still. No birds. One confused-looking squirrel. No wind. Halfway home, the civil-defence sirens went off and another storm hit. I thought the hail was going to come through the windshield of Spooky's car. The streets around Candler Park flooded in minutes. But by the time we pulled into our driveway, it had passed.
Today, the world is sunny and bright, an early Spring day.
And also today, while I was having my morning oatmeal, I decided that the third erotica collection will be titled Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart.
Spooky continues frantically searching for a place for us to live in Rhode Island (mostly looking at Providence). We've got some good leads, though it's still nerve-wracking, knowing this huge move is a mere two and half a months away. But, it's hard to image that our lives won't be better in just about every sense possible for having made the move. More than anything, I think I dread packing and unpacking the 60 or 70 boxes of books, and all the fossils, and having to find a new doctor, and a new dentist. But then I think about the ocean, and the cemeteries, and the museums, and the Not South, and so forth, and it more than balances out. I believe we've reached the point where it's hard to do stuff like cleaning and tidying up this place, knowing that as soon as we get back from Maryland it's all going to start going into boxes. Which reminds me, the event at the O'Neil Literary house is free and open to the public. I'll post a schedule later.
Not much else to last night. My apologies to everyone (Lorne, Larissa, Omega, Pontifex, Brit, etc.) for having to leave the Omega Institute St. Patrick's Day party so early. I have a keeper (a kindly keeper, mind you). She makes me sleep. Well, she does her damnedest.
Enough prattling for one day...
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Date: 2008-03-16 05:15 pm (UTC)I love that title...
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Date: 2008-03-16 05:27 pm (UTC)However, we do have hurricanes and blizzards up here.
If you ask her nicely, Spooky might patiently explain to you what 'snow' is. You may have seen it in movies or on television.
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Date: 2008-03-16 05:59 pm (UTC)If you ask her nicely, Spooky might patiently explain to you what 'snow' is. You may have seen it in movies or on television.
"Snow." What a perfectly peculiar word. I must go at once to the dictionary...
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Date: 2008-03-16 05:30 pm (UTC)trust me, thats not very many. and Unpacking is a lot more fun, because you have to look at them to figure out where to shelve them. (still thinking of the 100 or so boxes still out in the garage to be touched)
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Date: 2008-03-16 05:55 pm (UTC)You may feel as uncomfortable looking at those stories as I do looking at my college portfolio and wondering howthefuck That Thing got me a BFA, but I love it. If that means anything to you.
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Date: 2008-03-16 05:58 pm (UTC)You may feel as uncomfortable looking at those stories as I do looking at my college portfolio and wondering howthefuck That Thing got me a BFA, but I love it. If that means anything to you.
It does. And remember what I say in that introduction, I do still care for the stories, deeply, regardless. Otherwise, I never would have invested the enormous amount of time it took to produce a third edition.
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Date: 2008-03-16 06:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-16 06:33 pm (UTC)Yes, but there's a big difference (to me at least) between caring for and still liking and being okay showing others the work, years later. I'm embarrassed I turned some of that work in, but was so proud of it at the time. :P
I would not call it a big difference, but I think I see what you mean. The only story in ToPaW that I no longer "liked," that I was genuinely uncomfortable with, was "Angels You Can See Through." This is probably because I never should have written the story in the first place. At best, it's a fairly shallow attempt at a straightforward "ghost story," and, and at worst, just an excuse for me to write something else with Theo Babyock. Which is why I cut it from the third edition.
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Date: 2008-03-16 07:27 pm (UTC)Thanks for the info about the event next weekend. Exciting! Now it's a matter of seeing if other stars will fall into alignment.
Glad to hear you didn't get tornadoed.
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Date: 2008-03-17 12:40 am (UTC)I'm so happy you're moving up here. Winters can be a hassle but there's a kind of beauty to it. I would miss it if I didn't have snow.
May I suggest you create a sort of "housewarming" registry at a place that sells heated clothing & blankets? I've been thinking of investing in a pair of these myself:
http://cozywinters.com/heated-gloves.html
Battery-operated clothing has become quite stylish!
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Date: 2008-03-17 04:40 pm (UTC)But is the Being There Once Settled In that becomes rewarding and longer lasting.
We do hope you can make it by Ruby's Pub in the Canals tonight for the Grand Re-Opening. And if you are able, try to take your camera to the room directly over the bar and take a peek at that little bit of paper poking out of one of the bed posts!