It's just me, or it's everyone, or it's only some people, but even after forty-seven years, I've no idea whatsoever.
Yesterday, I wrote 1,236 words on a new vignette, "The Granting Cabinet."
I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to keep up these journal entries during Readercon. Back in March, I promised myself I'd make an entry every day for six months. But I'm not about to pay the hotel's exorbitant charge for internet access, so I really have no idea how I'm going to make it happen. Not that anyone much still reads LJ – they're all too busy with the easy, instant gratification and minimal compositional prerequisites of Twitter and Facebook – but it's important to me, if only because it's a promise I made to me.
Maybe I'll spend the day lying on the kitchen floor. The view from there isn't so bad.
Here are the photos from Saturday that I'd wanted to post yesterday.
View to the north from Beavertail. A couple of the aforementioned students on the right.
A dog belonging to the students.
The sea churning below where we'd stretched our blanket.
A shot Sonya took while wading. View to the southwest, towards Narragansett.
Spooky and I, in the sun. View to the northwest.
Sonya and fishermen (who caught nothing but seaweed). View to the southwest.
A very wonderful beetle that we found crawling on Spooky's foot.
As we left, Sonya spotted this very cool book on the dashboard of the car parked next to ours.
All photographs Copyright © 2011 by Caitlín R. Kiernan, Kathryn A. Pollnac, and Sonya Taaffe.
- Current Location:Amazonis Sulci
- Current Mood:
okay
- Current Music:Kate Bush, "Cloudbusting"
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And really, is it all that gratifying?
It's the only reasonably explanation I have on hand to explain the mass exodus.
Keep writing. I'll keep reading: sometimes in silence and sometimes not.
Thanks.
There is some lamentable chain coffee place near the hotel that I used for internet access during last year's readercon (left out of the entrance to the hotel, on the right, about a third of a mile. Starbucks?).
It is a miserable non-solution, but, should you have need, and barring the vicissitudes of schedule, I, my vehicle, laptop and questionable navigational skills are at your service.
Otherwise, I send mojo to help you find a better solution than that.
That was a very itchy beetle. But it was sort of slow, for a bug, so made a very good subject. Most insects zip around too fast to get anything resembling more than a blur.
So that makes two of us.
Okay. I'll start keeping score.
I'll admit Twitter has become like snacking while working for me, but I am never touching Facebook. They keep rolling out reasons for me not to, from enabling asshole exes to find me more easily, to data-mining and lack of privacy being the default setting, helping blacklist peaceful protest, offensive 'targeted' ads, and general douchebaggery.
If there's a Panera near to the con, they have open wifi, good food and coffee (their black bean and French onion soups are fantastic and pretty cheap), and as far as I know, not as questionable practices as Starbucks.
If there's a Panera near to the con, they have open wifi, good food and coffee
We'll see. I'm not taking a laptop with me. And I have no other portable means of posting.
Edited at 2011-07-11 04:29 pm (UTC)
Thanks, but it's not the people who are loyal readers.
It's the many people who I know have stopped reading.
And the many people on my FL who have stopped posting, or even cancelled their accounts and erased their journals. Many of them retreated to FB or Twitter (or both).
LJ is in it's death throes.
Dreamwidth is basically the same, but really, not many folks are on there.
I should also note it's run by censorious assholes and hackers.
and there are invitations, so it just must be cool.
Just like the beginning of LJ. Humanity, as a whole is both shallow and fickle.
I never cared for Gulf Shores
When I was young, the Gulf was beautiful, more beautiful than any shore I've ever swum from. It was clear and warm, and the beaches were the whitest sand.
Edited at 2011-07-11 05:05 pm (UTC)
I went to Rockstar yesterday and they did just as good a job as you mentioned.
You're welcome.
Also, did Sonya not get the message that she needs to stop being prettier and younger with my hair? I might as well shave mine off now.
Maybe you could do as
Nine
Also, great photos.
Guess it depends on by "make" if you mean create or post... Seems to me you could compose an entry each day you're away, but just post them when you have access again. Basically a post-dated travel journal of sorts.
The sea at least is as beautiful as I remember it. And I maintain that most people don't keep books that awesome on their dash.
There's an intriguing title. Yes, I am intrigued.
Sorry to hear that you were thrown back to 1990. I'm pretty sure there's no reason for anyone to go back to that period.
Aside from the chronic daily migraine that began in about '89, 1990 was not so bad for me. Compared to those days, my 25% - 30% of the time migraine is nothing...
Not that I can actually remember much from '90, aside from the fact I worked and went to school and DJed and went to lots of free shows...