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Yesterday, without warning and in defiance of Accuweather, cold spring skipped actual spring and became summer. Yesterday's high, which was supposed to be 79˚F, was 86˚F. And it looks as if the same thing might happen today. At 12:08 p.m. it's 83˚F (with a heat index of 86˚F).

I expect cold spring will be back in a few days.

Yesterday I wrote something. I have no idea what. A scene occurred to me, and I said fuck it and started writing. It sort of looks like a scene from The Dinosaurs of Mars (so, I'm not writing that), but I honestly have no idea. I managed 498 words, the most I've written since finishing "Dancy Vs. the Pterosaur." I don't know if there's any more attached to that unfinished scene or if that was it. I suppose we'll see.

Today, we have to retrieve more material from the storage unit in Pawtucket, because my first meeting with Christopher Geissler at the John Hay Library.

I'm still surprised that no one ever noted Oliver Onions' "The Beckoning Fair One" (1911) as an important influence on The Red Tree. Maybe because I didn't point it out in the Author's Note.

Last night, Neko Case tweeted, "Cars used to come in interesting shapes. Now they all look like ugly running shoes." That's the fucking truth. I want my 1959 Pontiac Starchief back. It was my grandmother's, before it became mine. I lost the gas cap and replaced it with a potato because I could afford to by a new one. The muffler rusted loose of the chassis, and I wired it in place with a coat hanger. Sometimes, I had to pour a few drops of gas into the carburetor to get the engine to turn over. But I adored that car. I sold it in 1986, because I desperately needed cash for the move to Boulder.

Please had a look at the current eBay auctions. There's a lot up, because until the long overdue check comes, eBay and the Digest are my bread and butter. There's some good stuff, including the first copy of Black Helicopters that we've ever offered, a copy of Tails of Tales of Pain and Wonder (including the not-lost-after-all "Aperçu"), and Alabaster: Grimmer Tales. Thank you.

On Saturday night, we watched a German SF film, Tim Fehlbaum's Hell (2011), in which the world has been devastated by solar flares. Note that, here, "hell" is the German for "bright," not intended to denote the underworld of fire and brimstone. I'd have thought the title was intended as a double entendre, but the director has said he'd only meant to denote brightness. Anyway, it could have been a very good film. The first half hour or so, that's grand. The sun is a palpable, roaring beast, a hurricane of light, and the photography of that grim, dead world is marvelous. The sheer force of light and heat are communicated as skillfully as they were in Danny Boyle's Sunshine (2007). Unfortunately, Hell film very quickly devolves into a baffling maze of horror-movie clichés, becoming a struggle against cannibals, not the sun. This is so not unlike the third-act foible we see in Sunshine (but at least Boyle waited until the third act, and at least his film righted itself in the final ten minute or so). Here's the thing: I'm not denying that in the final days of a sun-scorched world humans turn to cannibalism. I'm not denying it would be a peril for non-cannibalistic survivors.* All that protein, fat, and water, it would be irresistible. But we have too many cannibal-slasher films. Don't forsake the terrifying landscape you've crafted for a far less terrifying monster. When you're up against the sun, all else pales in comparison. And that's what Hell starts off telling us, before it loses its way. Still, it's worth a look, if only for that marvelous opening.

Last night, I began a book of the Great Boston Molasses Flood of 1919. We watched new episodes of Game of Thrones, Penny Dreadful, and Nurse Jackie. I barely managed five hours sleep.

TTFN,
Aunt Beast

* John Hillcoat's masterful The Road (2009; adapted from Cormac McCartrhy's brilliant novel) includes this peril, but it's only noted as a lesser horror in an utterly shattered world.

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setsuled
May. 11th, 2015 06:52 pm (UTC)
Note that, here, "hell" is the German for "bright," not intended to denote the underworld of fire and brimstone. I'd have thought the title was intended as a double entendre, but the director has said he'd only meant to denote brightness.

That's surprising. I saw the film a couple years ago and I asked my German friend if people in the theatre would not have been aware of the word's English meaning and she said she felt everyone understood it to have a double meaning.

Hell film very quickly devolves into a baffling maze of horror-movie clichés, becoming a struggle against cannibals

Yeah, I thought that stuff was mildly fun but unremarkable. I have to admit, the film never communicated heat to me as effectively as it seems to have done for you but I did enjoy the mood in the beginning. I liked Hannah Herzsprung as Marie.
kiki60
May. 11th, 2015 09:27 pm (UTC)
Gift?
I was told that the word "Gift", meant poison in German. Cool if it was true.
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greygirlbeast
May. 12th, 2015 03:51 am (UTC)

Indeed.
everville340
May. 11th, 2015 10:53 pm (UTC)
Yesterday I wrote something. I have no idea what. A scene occurred to me, and I said fuck it and started writing.

If the scene had to be written, then fuck it indeed. The weather has been holding in the low seventies after flitting back and forth between hot and chilly. I miss the days when the Seasons stuck to the calendar.
esanko
May. 12th, 2015 04:02 am (UTC)
I do not know why but I would bone Edie Falco. Fuck yes.

Would I be offensive if I brought up the term DoggieStyle? No fucking idea how to spell that. A... Hyphen?

Nurse Jackie is a great character. Fun Stuff. Tough bitch.
homesiksserpent
May. 12th, 2015 09:44 pm (UTC)
I love old cars. They are a passion actually. My current ride is a 63 Plymouth Valiant. At one time it was considered an average "workingmans car" but it sure gets a lot of attention now. I have owned two 60s Mustangs and my goal is to have another. I also had to sell the second to go and live NEAR to Boulder (Arvada CO) Ive also owned a 71 Karmann Ghia. Ive only owned one "new" car-- a 2008 Jeep Rubicon that was totalled by a drunk driver two years ago. When I get more $ as I said I'm going for the Mustang. The Starchief was a truly beautiful car - Im sure you do miss it - I would too.
starshoegazer
May. 13th, 2015 02:47 am (UTC)
Have you seen those little, tiny, scrunched-up-looking cars that look like you need to wind them up from the back?
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