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Oh, if only I had magical coffee, the coffee that bestows instant and perfect wakefulness, and eternal youth. That coffee. No, I just have this milky brown water.


Yesterday morning, Spooky took the following two photos (behind the cut) of me while I was trying to wake up. They should give you some idea of the disassembly of the hole where I hide...I mean, the office. Fold it all up. Stick it a box. Send it a thousand miles northeast. And hope this is the last big move, ever.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,138 words on Chapter One of The Red Tree. Good pages. I think I'm finally beginning to find my way into Sarah Crowe. And after the writing, there was, of course, packing. Sorting through a mountain of papers and such atop my file cabinet (visible in the first photo, packed or discarded now) and on a shelf. But the good news is that Byron showed up about 6:15 pm, and we went to the Vortex for dinner. Moose was our waiter, which is always good. Afterwards, back home, we watched the final episode of the 9th Doctor's run, "A Parting of the Ways," because I found myself needing Christopher Eccleston. And then there was Martha Jones in the new episode of the current series, and then a particularly good episode of Battlestar Galactica. Good enough that even the commercials didn't ruin it for me. Afterwards, I spent a little quiet time in New Babbage (Second Life), mostly just sitting in the Great Hall of the Palaeozoic Museum, listening to a recorded thunderstorm (on Radio 3, Bratislava), unwinding, contemplating future exhibits. Later, Miss Paine (Spooky) showed up, and we walked down to her pie shop in the Canal District, on Bow Street. There's a room upstairs I rather love.

And after that little bit of Second Life, Spooky read to me from House of Leaves. That most frustrating chapter, at least for me. XVI. The examination of the wall samples, following the "Evacuation" of the house on Ash Tree Lane. But most of the data recovered by Mel O'Geery's Princeton lab, the knowledge of the age and geological composition of those walls, has been lost, replaced with XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX, because Johnny placed a leaky fucking jar of ink on that stack of pages. And pages went missing at the publisher. And, on the one hand, every time I read the book, this section drives me mad, and on the other, this is Danielewski doing it exactly right. He taunts with hints of answers, then pulls back, lest the mystery be dissolved in mere fact. When Spooky got sleepy, I read some of Chapter 7 ("Osborn, Nature, and Evolution") of the Henry Fairfield Osborn biography. At 2 ayem, I turned off the lights and drifted down to the dreams.

Spooky's taking Hubero to the vet at 2 pm, to have him checked out before the move, and to get him a bottle of kitty Valium.

Oh, and I should post this again, because the sale price of $12.99 is good until Monday:

Reynolds/Washburne 2008

And, also, 350.org.


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May. 17th, 2008 05:32 pm (UTC)

Wouldn't be surprised if you're equally puzzled by my/our desire to peek through the doll house windows ... so thanks for indulging us.

You're welcome. When the new one is set up in Providence, I'll give another peek.
May. 17th, 2008 05:54 pm (UTC)
I hear Mark do a spoken word piece from HOUSE OF LEAVES as the opening act for his sister (POE), who was the opening act for Depeche Mode.

It was quite a venue for a literary gig.
May. 17th, 2008 06:28 pm (UTC)

May. 17th, 2008 07:11 pm (UTC)
I saw that tour on my birthday.

Depeche Mode sang me happy birthday. It was made of pure, pure awesome.

May. 17th, 2008 07:34 pm (UTC)
fjadlskfd Love the shirt. That's so excellent.

Also, your office looks like my room, minus all of the crap I've tacked onto the walls over the years. D: I have to move as well, and this isn't going to be easy. :(
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May. 18th, 2008 05:20 am (UTC)

What do you think of the idea that anyone who finds that amazing wealth of destructive power in themselves has the initial desire to fall back on that archetype? They immediately identify with the scariest thing they remember, be it the wolf, the dark, the abyss, the cold howling wastes, or whatever...

I like it. And I wish i were not too sleepy to be coherent! I'll come back to this.
May. 19th, 2008 02:25 pm (UTC)
If you find that magical coffee, please do share.

I have the glow-in-the-dark squid and partnered diving men, too. hehe.
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