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Already it's St. Patrick's Day. Lá Fhéile Pádraig sona daoibh. Píonta Guinness, le do thoil.

For the occasion, here's an informative bit: Why Ireland Has No Snakes.

Last night, we watched Asif Kapadia's The Return (2006). I've sort of come to expect any film with Sarah Michelle Gellar to be more or less unwatchable, so I was very surprised to find that The Return is actually an intelligent and understated ghost story, well-acted, and completely free of overused images stolen from Japanese ghost cinema. It is a film blessed with subtlety, and Adam Sussman's screenplay leaves a great deal unresolved. No clunky exposition to be endured. At the end of The Return, almost as much mystery remains as at the beginning, the hallmark of successful weird/supernatural fiction. Give it a try.

I have begun Porges' biography of Edgar Rice Burroughs. It is an ungainly book to read, and I swear the thing weighs ten pounds, but at least there are many wonderful of photographs and document facsimiles.

Yesterday, the post brought the galleys of the Low Red Moon mmp, which I have to glance over, as well as photostats of Silk and Murder of Angels. I have to get Silk proofread by April 15th. I haven't read that book cover to cover since...I don't know. Maybe since sometime in early 1996, just after I finished writing it. More than a decade.

If only I did not find exercise so goddamn boring. I was always perfectly fine with getting my exercise as a by-product of some physically demanding undertaking that was actually interesting (fossil collecting, for example). This exercise for the sake of exercise crap, after ten or fifteen minutes my eyes are crossing from the boredom. But here I am at -02, and my screwed up fucking feet and the lifestyle that comes with being a writer are conspiring to render me soft and unhealthy. So, I'm trying. But it's not going so well. Because I bore easily, and nothing is more boring than exercise for the sake of exercise.


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Mar. 17th, 2007 05:53 pm (UTC)
There is also exercise for the sake of getting the 40 lb. shovelfulls of slush out of your driveway.
Mar. 17th, 2007 08:04 pm (UTC)
Enjoying a Guinness....
Slainte’; or as we pronounce here in Texas [there are two variations]:
1. Slanty
2. Cilantro
Mar. 18th, 2007 08:02 am (UTC)
If only I did not find exercise so goddamn boring.

Have you tried listening to audio books? When I'm inking, which can be boring, I like listening to DVD commentaries. That might work for exercise. I can recommend the Lord of the Rings extended edition commentaries.

I watched Young Sherlock Holmes on Friday, by the way. I liked it. I liked the beginning more than the end--the atmosphere of the school and character study was nice. The big action set piece climax was kind of dull, and felt like something the filmmakers felt obliged to provide in a movie with Steven Spielberg's name on it. A lot of the Egyptian ceremony stuff looked like it was taken directly from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. And Holmes' explanation at the end of how he identified the culprit was very unsatisfying.

But the movie was well cast and actually looked a lot better than the first two Harry Potter movies, especially in terms of lighting. It was mostly an enjoyable experience--thanks for recommending it.
Mar. 18th, 2007 06:31 pm (UTC)
Here is something you can try for excersise. (cough, cough)

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