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Howard Hughes vs. the Frosty Sky Dandruff

The snow should begin in another half hour or so. I'm sitting here, sipping coffee, staring out my window, waiting. There are small birds out there, flittering busily about. At least, their flittering presents the illusion of business. The illusion or the impression. I appears we may be snowed in all weekend.

I have my pain pills, and coffee, and the peppermint Altoids that make the cough better. So, there you go.

I think this is the most exquisite bit of song lyric, from the Editors' "Smokers Outside the Hospital Doors" (probably, I've already quoted it in an earlier entry):

Pull the blindfold down,
So your eyes can't see.
Now, run as fast as you can,
Through this field of trees.


Those lines, they might be the first words whispered to the first woman by a sadistic god trying to explain what it will be like to live. Or they might be the mercy of a serial killer. They might only be a fraternity game. No, this isn't headed anywhere in particular. This day isn't headed anywhere in particular. Except for the snow.

I'm trying to find the first vignette for Sirenia Digest #37. I've been trying to think about cats, but keep coming back to vampires. I think it's the tongues. I have always thought that vampires would have rough tongues (and I wrote them that way in The Five of Cups). It just makes sense. Werewolves do not have rough tongues.

We went out for groceries yesterday afternoon, and I was amazed to see that, here in Providence, the first mention of snow does not lead to markets bereft of bread and milk.* And the cold Outside rendered everything so amazingly still. Even the cars on the road, though moving, seemed perfectly still. The river seemed still. I watched a woman sitting on a corner; she was smoking a cigarette, and even the smoke she exhaled seemed still. Few things are as ominous as this sort of pervasive stillness. But, it was peaceful, too. Ominous peace, I suppose. The sunlight was like spilled orange juice.

Last night, we read the first two chapters of The Historian, which I'm quite pleased with, so far.

Nice and much appreciated emails yesterday from a reader in New Hampshire and another in Roskilde, Denmark. The email from Roskilde came from Lars Ahn Pedersen, who knew the name of the woman who took the photographs for the Locus interview. Apparently, she's Amelia Beamer, which I should have remembered on my own. Oh, the New Hampshire email was from "Michael B in frozen Manchester." Everywhere, it's still.

I should wrap this up. Please do have a look at the current ebay auctions. Spooky has added Letter V of Frog Toes and Tentacles. The book comes in a handmade (by Spooky) crushed velvet "cozy," lined with red silk. Only a few of these cozies exist...maybe six...and we've not offered them since 2006, I think. We will likely offer only one or two in this round of auctions, and then there will be no more for a long time. Have a look. Bid if you are so disposed. Thanks.

Oh, and there's this peculiar jot of frippery:

Haiku2 for greygirlbeast
of the forsaken
it's good to me it's
very odd that i've
@
Created by Grahame


* Spooky just informed me the situation would have been different had we gone to Stop & Shop. So, never mind.

Comments

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robyn_ma
Dec. 19th, 2008 05:18 pm (UTC)
The situation is always different at Stop & Shop.

In fact, they have a corporate policy never to stock bread or milk.

So we either go to Shaw's or grow our own bread and milk.

And it's a real bitch to plant milk seeds.
elmocho
Dec. 19th, 2008 05:18 pm (UTC)
I have my pain pills, and coffee, and the peppermint Altoids that make the cough better. So, there you go.

I have long believed in the curative powers of Altoids. Along with tea laced with honey, they form the backbone of my symptomatic treatment for cough and sinus trouble.
greygirlbeast
Dec. 19th, 2008 06:18 pm (UTC)

I have long believed in the curative powers of Altoids. Along with tea laced with honey, they form the backbone of my symptomatic treatment for cough and sinus trouble.

They are the only thing I've found that suppress this cough.
corucia
Dec. 19th, 2008 06:50 pm (UTC)
They are the only thing I've found that suppress this cough.

Any chance the cough's connected to the interior humidity level? I started with a sore throat and intermittent cough in November, and finally traced it to the very dry air in the house. Running a small humidifier got rid of the symptoms, finally.

There's a Cephalopodmas/Solstice package on the way for you and Spooky, by the way.
greygirlbeast
Dec. 19th, 2008 06:53 pm (UTC)

Any chance the cough's connected to the interior humidity level? I started with a sore throat and intermittent cough in November, and finally traced it to the very dry air in the house. Running a small humidifier got rid of the symptoms, finally.

Nope. Not caused my dry air. It's one of the many things that's been considered over the years. Humidifiers don't help.

There's a Cephalopodmas/Solstice package on the way for you and Spooky, by the way.

Thank you.
sovay
Dec. 19th, 2008 05:31 pm (UTC)
Those lines, they might be the first words whispered to the first woman by a sadistic god trying to explain what it will be like to live. Or they might be the mercy of a serial killer. They might only be a fraternity game. No, this isn't headed anywhere in particular. This day isn't headed anywhere in particular. Except for the snow.

Is there a story in them and the snow?
greygirlbeast
Dec. 19th, 2008 06:18 pm (UTC)

Is there a story in them and the snow?

You tell me.
sovay
Dec. 19th, 2008 06:41 pm (UTC)
You tell me.

There should be. Snow is treacherous. It can cover your tracks or show the way you've run. And trees aren't much better; they whisper all the time, but can never hear what they say.
greygirlbeast
Dec. 19th, 2008 06:47 pm (UTC)

It can cover your tracks or show the way you've run. And trees aren't much better; they whisper all the time, but can never hear what they say.

Very nice.
sovay
Dec. 20th, 2008 06:10 am (UTC)
Very nice.

Thank you. This is neither trees nor snow (though we have at least six inches of the latter here, and probably more by the time I'll need to shovel again in the morning), but:

. . . And so lay and imagined
Somewhere far off black seas heavy-shouldered
Plunging on sand and the ebb off-streaming and
Thunder forever. So lying bethought me, friend,
What traffic ghouls have, or this be legend,
In low inland hollows of the earth, under
Shade of moon, the night moaning, and bitter frost;
And feared the riches of my bones, long given
Into this earth, should tumble to their hands.


—Robert Fitzgerald, "Night Images"
greygirlbeast
Dec. 20th, 2008 09:06 am (UTC)

Exquisite.

How have I never read this?
sovay
Dec. 20th, 2008 04:35 pm (UTC)
How have I never read this?

I discovered it last night; I thought of you.
greygirlbeast
Dec. 20th, 2008 05:23 pm (UTC)

I discovered it last night; I thought of you.

Well, anyone would.
opalblack
Dec. 19th, 2008 06:05 pm (UTC)
Those lines, they remind me of a film I love. Intacto, 2001, directed by Juan Carlos Fresnadillo.
I recommend watching it with a bare minimum of information. We were given a copy and forbidden to even read the back cover before watching it. I'm struggling with the words to convey the sense of something extraordinary just happened to me that I felt.

It was good, OK? >_
madrial
Dec. 19th, 2008 06:46 pm (UTC)
Although altoids are supposedly made in the UK, I found and fell in love with them in the US and have searched for them ever since. For some unknown reason WHSmiths at train stations has been the best location!
papersteven
Dec. 19th, 2008 10:53 pm (UTC)
Last night, we read the first two chapters of The Historian, which I'm quite pleased with, so far.

I'm so glad you like it :)
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greygirlbeast
Dec. 20th, 2008 09:06 am (UTC)

Thank you.
jacobluest
Dec. 21st, 2008 09:14 pm (UTC)
its deformity
that wholeness which is good can
tell you how to code
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