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Summer finally found Providence. It's currently 80˚F, with a heat index of 87˚F. And we're having the usual trouble keeping the house cool enough for habitation.

And yeah, it's been a few days. But I've been through a rough patch, trying to work, not being able to, struggling with the usual depression and anxiety, and having trouble motivating myself to keep this journal going when it's readership has plummeted so dramatically the last few years. The age of the blog is forever over. The age of "tl;dr" is upon us. Even tweets are deemed too wordy for these days. We can dig our heels in and say "Not here! Not me!" But that doesn't change the idiot momentum of history.

I've finally found the story I was looking for, and yesterday I wrote a little more than 600 words on Agents of Dreamland, the very loose sequel to Black Helicopters, which will be included in Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales.

Thursday night we watched Francis Ford Coppola's adaptation of S.E. Hinton's The Outsiders (1983), which I'd not seen since it was in theaters, the years after I left high school. I'd forgotten how much I love that film. Friday night we followed it with Coppola's adaptation of Rumble Fish (1983), which I also hadn't seen since it was new. It's really the better of the two films.

Yesterday, after I was done writing, we drove down to Moonstone Beach. On the way down, the traffic headed north was appalling, all the people headed back towards Providence. There were too many people, which is unusual for Moonstone. The sea was a little rough. There were plovers and terns and gulls, and we spotted an osprey. Afterwards, we drove over to Narragansett, planning to have dinner at Iggy's. Unfortunately, there were about a million people standing in line. So we drove over to Galilee to try George's, but it was at least as bad. Fucking tourons everywhere. See, we know better than to go to the shore on a weekend. But we did it anyway. Finally, we gave up and headed back towards home, had dinner at Five Guys in Wakefield. At 9 p.m., the traffic was still monstrous, so we stopped by Spooky's parents for a little while. It was late, but luck was with us and her dad didn't go for the shotgun when he heard unexpected guests approaching up that long, dark driveway. I dozed as we drove back to the city, Sigur Rós playing on the iPod.

Here's four photos from the beach (I managed to get a few without people):

All photographs Copyright © 2015 by Caitlín R. Kiernan

The auction for the Brazilian edition of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir ends in about two and a half hours. Don't forget.

Aunt Beast


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Jul. 13th, 2015 04:47 pm (UTC)
I loved Black Helicopters and greatly look forward to Agents of Dreamland.

Will the big announcement come later?

Edited at 2015-07-13 04:47 pm (UTC)
Jul. 13th, 2015 04:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you for sharing the beautiful photos. I'm glad you were able to get some without people.
Jul. 13th, 2015 06:18 pm (UTC)
Thursday night we watched Francis Ford Coppola's adaptation of S.E. Hinton's The Outsiders (1983), which I'd not seen since it was in theaters, the years after I left high school.

Ah, so this was probably the first time you saw it with Coppola's preferred score. I only watched it for the first time in any form a couple years ago and I was surprised to read that the theatrical release had a score partly composed by his father which he threw out for the DVD and Blu-Ray release because he was finally able to use the songs he didn't have rights to in the 80s. I thought the music was such a fantastic part of creating the time and place, it's hard to imagine it with an orchestra score. I wonder if the film would've done better at the box office if it'd had the proper music.

Here's four photos from the beach

Very nice pictures.
Jul. 13th, 2015 08:10 pm (UTC)
Glad that you were able to enjoy some of Moonstone Beach sans people...especially the colors as the wave crests just beyond the stones (third photograph). The teeming masses and their idiot momentum of history are not worthy of sights or moments like that. Thank you.
Jul. 13th, 2015 09:17 pm (UTC)
The title for your new novella is intriguing.
Jul. 13th, 2015 10:38 pm (UTC)
I wanted to love The Outsiders but Matt Dillon as Dallas just didn't work. The rest of the casting was great.

Thank you for the beach pictures. I miss being by water.
Jul. 13th, 2015 10:57 pm (UTC)
I just drove through the town that was the inspiration for, "It's a Wonderful life." Amazingly, the bone of the original town is still there among the urban sprawl. It reminded me of a ghost standing with the not quite dead in Auschwitz. The traffic was so thick, it took me an hour to leave the town. When I was a kid, and my parent would traveled across county at night. The interstate was still faster, but the things you could see hitting all the small towns was like a dream. I went to college in the Champlain valley, and on the weekends I went to friend house about a hundred mile north of the school. She had a nineteen sixty Cadillac convertible, which I drove, while she and her boy friend sat in back. It was always a Friday night in the Fall, and I took a road on the rim of the valley. We looked down on lake Champlain in the moonlight, and you could smell the apples in the orchards as we drove. She came from a family that had seen better time, the house we stayed at was owned by the bank. The bank didn't care who was in the house, the place was a monster. The only heat, and light was the fireplace. it's all gone now. It's was replaced by Taylor Swift dim-wits, smart phones. Too many people.

Edited at 2015-07-13 11:03 pm (UTC)
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