May 14th, 2007


Given the choice, given the heart...

I think this will be a short entry. The Mordorian Death March resumes in earnest today, and I have only ten days remaining to find its conclusion.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,473 words on "Untitled 27" and finished the vignette. If I could pick but a single word to describe the piece, I think that one word word be intense. If nothing else, it is intense. It doesn't woo you, doesn't hold your hand and buy you candy and flowers and take you to a movie. All in all, it's more like the pieces in Frog Toes and Tentacles, I suspect. I would like a different title, and maybe I will find one. This evening, I'll do a little editing on it and send it away to Vince to be illustrated. Sirenia Digest #18 will also include my long "short" story "Houses Under the Sea."

I have zero enthusiasm for this stroll into the grey wastes of Nurn, and I see nothing to be profited by lying about a thing like that. Belatedly, it occurs to me I might have found a boat willing, for a price, to take me across the Sea of Núrnen to Thaurband or Nurngost and I wouldn't be taking the long way around. But I shall not now cry over spilled milk. Just shut up and walk, Kiernan. You have only ten days left, which is both the good and the bad news.

Down the way, the road's divided;
Paint me the places you have seen.
Those who know what I don't know
Refer to the yellow, red and green.

A decent enough walk yesterday. And after dinner, an episode of Nature I'd not seen about an herpetologist's search for very large crocodiles in Asia, Africa, and Australia, specimens over twenty feet, and the question of whether or not the trophy slaughter of crocodiles before hunting bans and restrictions began might have removed the "giant gene" from various populations, since the largest specimens were (artificially) selected against. And then I was up until three thirty reading the Steinbeck biography. If nothing else, Steinbeck's misadventures and general shiftlessness during his twenties and early thirties make me feel a little better about having been such a grand fuck up during that portion of my own life.

Addendum: Long, long meme

Because a nixar can get awfully bored, out here in the wide, wide desolation of Nurn with only the occasional lizard for company, here's a Very Long Meme (why these things are not merely called questionnaires, I cannot say*) that I found on MySpace, behind the cut:

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Well, that was perfectly pointless.

* According to The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language (4th ed.), a meme is "A unit of cultural information, such as a cultural practice or idea, that is transmitted verbally or by repeated action from one mind to another." A questionnaire, however, is "A form containing a set of questions, especially one addressed to a statistically significant number of subjects as a way of gathering information for a survey." But I guess this is one of those web things, like writing mic when you actually mean mike...