"Your hate makes me more beautiful."
Hot today, the violent thunderstorms just before sunset. We lost internet and the electricity flickered. Fortunately, I have the personal hotspot thing on my iPhone, so the long internet outage did not affect us. Our high was 96F, with a heat index of 100F.
The subject line today is from Kim's Convienience, and I must have it as a T-shirt.
Aboit 500 words on the novella/chapbook today. I had a false start that I have to correct tomorrow. I'm having trouble deciding on the section's POV. Is it an except from a magazine? Is it part of an acid trip? A recolleted nightmare told to a psychiatrist? I have to figure that out. Also, a good conversation with Mike Polcyn. It had been a while. Tomorrow, I'll work on the description of the jugal (cheek bone) of the new species descripbed in MP2. This will be the fourth new specie sof mosasaur I have described since my twenties, by the way.
Today I finished reading Bret Easton Ellis' bizarre Glamorama. It's a book that is very difficult for me to comment on. An intensely surreal novel, a look at the line between the fashion world and the shallowness of fame and an international cabal of terrorists, and...yeah. It sort of has to be read. It can't be described. It may well have the most vapid narrator/main character in the history of American literature (in my expereince, and I have a hig tolerance for "unsympathtic characters"). Also, I began reading Nevil Schute's On the Beach, which was the first serious attempt to look at the world after nuclear war. I've never read it before, though I am very familiar with the Stanley Kramer film adaptation (1959), starring Gregory Peck, Ava Gardner, Fred Astaire, and Anthony Perkins.
Earlier tonight, we saw an odd and wonderful little film, The Watchers, directed by Ishana Night Shyamalan (daughter of M. Night). It was very, very good, and it stands as proof that, given her dad's failure to make anything worth watching since The Village (2006; a full twenty years ago), M. Night needs to focus of bankrolling his daughter's talents and stay away from the camdera himself. The Watchers was an almost Angela Carteresque fairy tale. Just very nice.
As for the Rent Part Sale, we have almost reached the finish line. A couple more decent book sales will get us across. So, please visit the shop and have a look. Thanks.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
11:13 a.m.
The subject line today is from Kim's Convienience, and I must have it as a T-shirt.
Aboit 500 words on the novella/chapbook today. I had a false start that I have to correct tomorrow. I'm having trouble deciding on the section's POV. Is it an except from a magazine? Is it part of an acid trip? A recolleted nightmare told to a psychiatrist? I have to figure that out. Also, a good conversation with Mike Polcyn. It had been a while. Tomorrow, I'll work on the description of the jugal (cheek bone) of the new species descripbed in MP2. This will be the fourth new specie sof mosasaur I have described since my twenties, by the way.
Today I finished reading Bret Easton Ellis' bizarre Glamorama. It's a book that is very difficult for me to comment on. An intensely surreal novel, a look at the line between the fashion world and the shallowness of fame and an international cabal of terrorists, and...yeah. It sort of has to be read. It can't be described. It may well have the most vapid narrator/main character in the history of American literature (in my expereince, and I have a hig tolerance for "unsympathtic characters"). Also, I began reading Nevil Schute's On the Beach, which was the first serious attempt to look at the world after nuclear war. I've never read it before, though I am very familiar with the Stanley Kramer film adaptation (1959), starring Gregory Peck, Ava Gardner, Fred Astaire, and Anthony Perkins.
Earlier tonight, we saw an odd and wonderful little film, The Watchers, directed by Ishana Night Shyamalan (daughter of M. Night). It was very, very good, and it stands as proof that, given her dad's failure to make anything worth watching since The Village (2006; a full twenty years ago), M. Night needs to focus of bankrolling his daughter's talents and stay away from the camdera himself. The Watchers was an almost Angela Carteresque fairy tale. Just very nice.
As for the Rent Part Sale, we have almost reached the finish line. A couple more decent book sales will get us across. So, please visit the shop and have a look. Thanks.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
11:13 a.m.