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Oh my fucking dog, I am sick of the motherfucking weather in motherfucking Rhode Island. Were you in the northeast yesterday, and did you get rained upon? Probably. But we were threatened all day with thunderstorms of near apocalyptic proportions and received nary a drop of rain. Not one. Oh, I watched doppler as the great swatch of green raced towards Providence. And I also watched as it....just went away...before reaching us. So, I did not go swimming yesterday, because there was a 100% chance that it might rain. Same thing today. I also didn't get any work done yesterday (or very little), because I am so weary of this goddamn desk and this goddamn computer.

You know what? If you're actually reading this, you deserve a break. Go read this marvelous article on the history of Tim Buckley's "Song to the Siren" – which is of obvious importance to The Drowning Girl: A Memoir – and, if after having read it, you can stand any more of my ranting, please feel free to come back. I won't have my feelings hurt if you don't. Also, my sincere thanks to Craig Gidney for (inadvertently) alerting me to the article.


Jesus motherfucking tapdancing Christ on a pogo stick.

Okay, forget the inexplicable weather. Forget my reclusive bullshit. Forget my need to swim. All that crap. Last night, as I was struggling to get to sleep and stay asleep, there came from...somewhere...a sound that likely scared the shit out of Moses. It was an essentially indescribable sound. Sort of like someone had dropped Santa and his sleigh and all those reindeer on the roof of the house. It was sort of like that. Spooky and I both sat up, pretty much terrified. To make a not-so-long story very short, Hubero had knocked my collection of bottle caps – stored in glass jars – off the top of the shelf between the stove and the fridge. There was glass everywhere, and about a thousand bottle caps. At least a thousand. Which I have been obsessively saving since June 2008. And the order they'd gone into the jars, that was extremely important, and now I can never, ever get them back in that way, and I swear to dog I almost murdered the little shit.

Yes, I know. I take the pills my doctor prescribes, and at least it wasn't finger- and toenail clippings, and at least I will not now be forced to spend every waking hour of the next week sorting said clippings by hand and foot, left and right. So, it could have been worse.

Hubero's still on my shit list, though. Then again, my shit list is longer than the OED, so it's essentially a meaningless document, carrying about as much menace as the threat displays of Heterodon platirhinos. I'll just buy new jars.


I'm not even sure what I did do yesterday. There was some email. Oh, Bill Schaffer at Subterranean Press sent me the first two volumes of The Complete Stories of Philip K. Dick (both of which I think are sold out, so thank you, Bill). That very much didn't suck. I read "A giant crocodile from the Plio-Pleistocene of Kenya, the phylogenetic relationships of Neogene African crocodylines, and the antiquity of Crocodylus in Africa." The new giant crocodile in question, Crocodylus thorbjarnarsoni, was a giant, indeed. Very closely related to the living Nile crocodile (Crocodylus niloticus), fossils indicate that it like reached lengths of 25-27 feet, and may have been one of the greatest threats to early Homo.

Okay. I can talk about crocodiles without getting pissed.

More pissed.

Ah, and I've also continued reworking the plot of Fay Grimmer. In my head. My editor will likely not even recognize it, relative to the proposal that sold the book. This cannot be helped. The book will be the book the book will be.

Also, I didn't realize until this morning it's an Olympic summer. And I love the Olympics. Obviously, I love the Olympics more than do a lot of Brits, and yet, I didn't know it was an Olympic summer.

Fuck, it's sunny...

Aunt Beast


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Jul. 27th, 2012 07:06 pm (UTC)
You're welcome (vis a vas the Song to the Siren link). Fraser's version is so unearthly, and I loved how you layered that piece into TDG.
Jul. 27th, 2012 07:20 pm (UTC)

Fraser's version is so unearthly, and I loved how you layered that piece into TDG.

Thank you. That was actually added during the page-proof stage of editing.
Jul. 28th, 2012 02:38 am (UTC)
I really need to know this more than I do. Sorry about the bottle-caps.

I'm maybe one of a dozen folk over here who has no interest in the Olympics. Lead-lined room time.
Jul. 28th, 2012 04:55 am (UTC)
Re: "Song to the Siren"
I absolutely love this song. I have ever since Lost Highway back in '97. I can never decide if I prefer Buckley's folky original live performance with the oyster bit (this is on Morning Glory: The Tim Buckley Anthology, if anyone didn't know. There is also an early recording/demo that was released on Works in Progress and on The Dream Belongs To Me that also contains the oyster line), the lush studio version on Starsailor, or This Mortal Coil's gorgeous cover.

I'm very surprised that the lyrics used in The Drowning Girl: A Memoir were something of an afterthought, if I'm reading the above comment correctly. Those lyrics are so important to the story, and they fit so well with your own words, that it never occurred to me that they weren't planned and there from the start. Very interesting! I definitely wouldn't mind if, in Centipede Press's forthcoming edition, you were to include a short essay or interview detailing the more behind the scenes kind of stuff that went into writing the novel. Just a thought.

Thanks for reading all of this!
Jul. 28th, 2012 05:12 am (UTC)
Re: "Song to the Siren"

Truly. Little bits were inserted at strategic points after the book was actually written. Glad it worked.
Jul. 27th, 2012 07:48 pm (UTC)
I have all my classical CDs in the huge CD towers from Ikea. One night, during the blasted Arizona monsoon season where sleep was hard to come by, I heard a similar such noise and woke to investigate. My cat immediately came to me and started to rub against my legs, guiltily.

Two of four tall towers had fallen, scattering the contents all over my office, shattering a case here and there, but breaking no CDs. When I tried to right one, it fell again and bruised the bejeezus out of my leg.

Good luck in the sorting. I now take consolation that I had an alphabetical system to work with.
Jul. 27th, 2012 09:03 pm (UTC)

Two of four tall towers had fallen, scattering the contents all over my office, shattering a case here and there, but breaking no CDs. When I tried to right one, it fell again and bruised the bejeezus out of my leg.

And yet, and still, we seem about to acquire a second one of the things. Cats, I mean.
Jul. 31st, 2012 10:07 pm (UTC)
"No thank you."
"No, I mean are you here for cats?"
"No. What are you here for?"

Jul. 27th, 2012 08:01 pm (UTC)
Any news on the Confessions of a five chambered heart front? Can not wait to get my copy..
Jul. 27th, 2012 09:03 pm (UTC)

Any news on the Confessions of a five chambered heart front?

July 31st, 2012.
Jul. 28th, 2012 12:08 am (UTC)
#1. I am sorry about the bottle caps, but I was laughing hysterically when I read that! I do feel your pain, on the cat front, at least.

#2. I had to look up "tourons." At first I thought you meant Naegleria fowleri, cause those scare the shit out of me when it comes to water (though I think you swim in salt water, so...). I learned another new word because of you! Danke!
Jul. 28th, 2012 12:33 am (UTC)

Bottle caps: Truly wasn't funny. Even though I am very capable of laughing at my crazy.

And I'm always glad to teach new words.
Jul. 28th, 2012 03:58 am (UTC)
At our place we call it the "We can't have nice (read: fragile) things" effect. I have one furball eating on an aloe plant next to me as I type.
Jul. 28th, 2012 12:30 am (UTC)
I'll just buy new jars.

dont suppose you might consider containers other than those made out of glass? or coating them in bubble wrap?

Nothing like a cat making a statement, and then figuring out that the list of suspects is as short as they are.
Jul. 28th, 2012 12:34 am (UTC)

dont suppose you might consider containers other than those made out of glass? or coating them in bubble wrap?

Wish I could. But I can't.
Jul. 28th, 2012 12:42 am (UTC)
yeah, kinda figured that would be it, I have the same thing with pennies, they have to go in a glass jar or a glass container.

And yes, I have broken the penny jars by accident too.
Jul. 28th, 2012 04:51 pm (UTC)
I guess I should be grateful that dogs must limit their destruction to mostly ground-level things (though I can very easily relate to the urge to throttle them occasionally).

May I suggest Quake Wax (aka Museum Wax)? I've waxed down many, many things in the house to prevent breakage not only by errant dogs but stupid humans as well. It's easy to pick up the waxed item with a bit of a twist but if you push it or bump it, it stays put. It also re-sticks easily.

Rain. I remember that stuff. We've had 1/4 of an inch since June 4th and currently are in the midst of our Worst Drought Ever according to the weather records people. I can sit outside and watch the trees die bit-by-bit every day (even with watering, there are too many trees and not enough water).
Sandra Ann Garcia
Jul. 28th, 2012 07:36 pm (UTC)
"Jesus motherfucking tapdancing Christ on a pogo stick."

I can't wait to use that one. It will make my partner's head spin like Linda Blair's.
Jul. 29th, 2012 04:28 am (UTC)
Please be patient with- Hubertus? Sorry about your feline-related destruction. Here's how this makes sense- I have two cats, brothers, twins, technically, they are 15 and 18 lbs, and they are utterly graceless. My previous cat, Domoi, wove around like a shadow, touching nothing, a graceful ninja of the night. These guys just fucking shoulder aside whatever is in their path. You see, my home space is filled to brimming with sculptures of prehistoric life, delicate creations of resin that are breakable- my Daspletosaur juvenile, in full running pose, delicately balanced on one foot, I have repaired THREE times because of the damn cats. It pisses me off. Not intentional. I am a geek. But bottle caps... ! !
In your last response to one of my comments you said readership to LJ was down 85%- I concede, despite my protestations, that is significat. What the fuck do people read anymore? I like a book with totally unpc ground-up plant material pages that you can turn manually while sitting in the shade next to a creek smoking a Winston and drinking a diet Coke. I like reading Aunt Beast's rantings online while stoned and drinking a Saranac IPA. Awesome post today, you should flex that wicked sense of humor more.
I'm not sure, literally, if I remember the last time I went swimming. Maybe the San Diego days,in the Pacific. Yup. 20 yrs ago. 20. I used to like being naked in Nature...
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