March 4th, 2008

Mars from Earth

"Ashes to ashes... Stardust to stardust."

The sort of thing you think you'll not live to see, and having seen it, you can only marvel that you have:

NASA Spacecraft Photographs Avalanches on Mars

A NASA spacecraft in orbit around Mars has taken the first ever image of active avalanches near the Red Planet's north pole. The image shows tan clouds billowing away from the foot of a towering slope, where ice and dust have just cascaded down.

When you click through to the photos, be sure to click the link for the high rez versions.
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"Is anyone else getting silence from Icarus?"

Yesterday, I did 1,144 words on "Pickman's Other Model," and I think it's going well. It is an especially daunting undertaking, as I'm writing it in first person, set in 1929, which means these have to be the thoughts of someone alive in 1929. The piece is told from the POV of Eliot, the man to whom Thurber is telling his story of Pickman in Lovecraft's tale, though this story actually concerns Eliot's search for a film actress named Alma Endecott. "Pickman's Other Model" will be appearing in Sirenia Digest #28.

I have what is, at least to me, some fairly momentous news. Our lease here is up on June 1st, and with the generous assistance of Spooky's parents, we will be moving from Atlanta to Rhode Island. We do not yet know where in Rhode Island, though we're talking about places in Westerly, Newport, Peacedale, and Providence. Just about any part of the state (except Woonsocket) is a possibility. I've known this was likely coming for a couple of months, but I've wanted to hold off saying anything about it until we were absolutely certain, since there have been false alarms dating back to 2002, when I'd first hoped to make the move to New England. A big part of this is that we both loathe Atlanta, and Spooky's very homesick, and it'll be easier on her being near her family as we try to cope with all the bullshit from my PNES. So, we will be moving at the beginning of June, right in the middle of my writing Joey Lafaye, which will make for all sorts of chaos. And, one thing is certain, this journal should get quite a bit more interesting as the days go by.

A good walk near Freedom Park. Someone was flying a kite, and there were happy dogs everywhere. Last night, we watched Danny Boyle's Sunshine. And my third viewing (I saw it twice last summer in the theatre) only served to confirm my conviction that it is a breathtakingly sublime and beautiful film, in all ways. My thanks to wolven for gifting me with the DVD. Later, I had rp in Second Life, the Nareth who is Nephilim, and lessons on pain in the Omega Institute's library with the help of one of Lorne's apprentices, Larissa. I think we got to bed about 4 am. I seem to have shifted onto some odd (for me) schedule, whereby I go to bed between 3 and 4 am (CaST) and get up around noon. Which means I usually get seven to eight hours sleep (more than I'm used to), and then begin writing about 2 p.m. It seems to be working just fine. Still, it's odd.

Congratulations to Rev. Margo, who had the winning bid on the Japanese translation of the Beowulf novelization, and also to Cliff Miller, who snagged the Tails of Tales of Pain and Wonder chapbook. Thank you both!

This morning, I need to email Joshi and see if he knows the name of the theatre in Providence where Lovecraft once worked the box office selling tickets. I know it's in H.P. Lovecraft: A Life somewhere, but I can't find the page, and I can't find it on the internet, either. Also, I need to get the signature sheets for Subterranean: Tales of Dark Fantasy back in the mail to Joe Lansdale.

Postscript (5:06 p.m. CaST): I have just learned via several people on my LJ friends' list that Gary Gygax has died at age 69. On one occasion, early in my publishing career, Gygax and I had stories appear in the same anthology — Pawn of Chaos (White Wolf's short-lived Borealis imprint, 1996). I never met him, and I've not played D&D since 2005, but it's a bit sad hearing that someone who invented a game that has given me so many hours of nerdy joy (in my case, since 1979) has passed.