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"I have not abandoned hope, though I know there's nothing more. "

I'm hearing delicious things about the Prometheus Director's Cut, to be released in October. Like more conversation between David 8 and the Engineer. Oh, and here's translation of what, in the theatrical cut, was said by David, courtesy the linguist who created the Engineer's alien language:

David: ida hmanəm aɪ kja namṛtuh zdℇ:taha … ghʷɪvah-pjorn-ɪttham sas da:tṛ kredah

Which translates to This man is here because he does not want to die. He believes you can give him more life.

Which sheds interesting light on David's feelings towards Weyland, and goes some way towards explaining the Engineer's reaction. It comes down to the hubris of mankind
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Hot here. But I wanted that, yes? Currently, it's 90˚F outside, cooler than this time yesterday. And, slowly, Muñoz and Shackleton are doing their best to coolerate this old house. In the middle parlour, the temperature is 84˚F, though it's a bit warmer in my office. But, yes, this is what I wanted. Were it not for the vast leagues of tourons, we'd be headed back to Beavertail and the sea today. Next week, we're supposed to be in the seventies again, though that may not stop me from swimming. Fuck the chill.

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Yesterday, I did, in fact, begin Fay Grimmer, and Spooky likes what I wrote. I'm not so sure. And it was so hot in my office, I only managed a measly 452 words. I need to be doing at least 1,100 a day. At least. But Chapter One, "Underhill," is begun. I'm having trouble keeping Dancy's voice separate from that of Siobhan Quinn, the "werepire." papersteven asked yesterday if I'll be writing this novel as quickly as I wrote Blood Oranges last summer (45 days). My reply was simply, "If I don't, I'm screwed." True fact. I also began an email interview on Alabaster: Wolves with Comic Review.

And if you haven't, please order Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart. We needs the sales, kittens. And you needs the book!

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Yesterday evening, Spooky and I escaped the heat and had dinner at Tortilla Flats. Nothing helps with hot weather like spicy food, and the burger I had (the name of it is escaping me), with habañero relish. Then, since it was Third Thursday night at the RISD museum, we went to a 6:30 p.m. showing of a biography of the lives of Charles and Ray Eames, The Architect and the Painter. I'd actually seen a slightly different cut on PBS Tuesday morning, during that bout of insomnia.

And that was yesterday.

Today,
Aunt Beast
Tags: 5chambered, alabaster, beavertail, fay grimmer, food, interviews, museums, prometheus, summer, the sea, too much work, tourism
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