quick-hit from crazy sleep-deprived jetlagland;
I'm back in England, enormously sleep-deprived, Hong Kong was wonderful, have seen beautiful things, fragrant harbours and eclipses, was travelling for some godawful number of hours anyway before my flight was unexpectedly diverted through Bangkok, ended up in Dubai in eerie four am desert morning with muezzin calling through empty airport, I haven't slept in thirty-six hours, can you tell.
Anyway, quick-hit: for remixredux09, I wrote Counterpoint (Ecstasy, Fury, Revolution!) [PG-13, Slings & Arrows, Geoffrey & ensemble], for iamsab. Thanks, guys, for saying such lovely things about it - I will answer comments tomorrow when I don't have a brain somewhere on the other side of the planet.
(Oh, and! gamesiplay: I got your parcel! Having departed California, it mouldered in the English rain for days in the mailbox. But I got everything dry and thank you, thank you so much! I have City Lights stickers and postcards and books!
It may also amuse you to hear that I went through immigration finally in England this morning and was held back at the counter. So, you went to the US in 2008, they said. San Francisco, that's nice. They didn't take out your green form from your passport, did they. No, I said. Ring the US embassay tomorrow, said the very nice people, they think you're still there. Oh dear.)
That's it. I go to commune with my bed. Oh, my bed, my bed, I go to smoosh it and love it and write it sonnets on heart-shaped pink paper.
Anyway, quick-hit: for remixredux09, I wrote Counterpoint (Ecstasy, Fury, Revolution!) [PG-13, Slings & Arrows, Geoffrey & ensemble], for iamsab. Thanks, guys, for saying such lovely things about it - I will answer comments tomorrow when I don't have a brain somewhere on the other side of the planet.
(Oh, and! gamesiplay: I got your parcel! Having departed California, it mouldered in the English rain for days in the mailbox. But I got everything dry and thank you, thank you so much! I have City Lights stickers and postcards and books!
It may also amuse you to hear that I went through immigration finally in England this morning and was held back at the counter. So, you went to the US in 2008, they said. San Francisco, that's nice. They didn't take out your green form from your passport, did they. No, I said. Ring the US embassay tomorrow, said the very nice people, they think you're still there. Oh dear.)
That's it. I go to commune with my bed. Oh, my bed, my bed, I go to smoosh it and love it and write it sonnets on heart-shaped pink paper.