Right now, I'm just about glum enough that not even my plan to sell Dunkin' Donuts® on the Boston Cream Clam Cake® is a bright spot. That's one of the weird spots about these periods when the crazy gets better. There are mornings I wake up, and I just feel bad, and I have to remember, hey, lots of mornings sane fucking people fucking feel bad. That's all it is. The dreams didn't help. The weather isn't helping – 64˚F and overcast. yeah, 64˚F at midday in July. Thank you, Rhode Island. 74% humidity. Oh, but look! The low tonight is forecast for 63˚F!
As for yesterday, a stupid, stupid, stupid crappy day. An evil day. This is yesterday's afterbirth.
I did not write yesterday. I struggled to figure out how one finds the end of a circle. This is the problem that "Ballad of an Echo Whisperer" poses. It's a circle. Or a Möbius strip. It even demonstrates how a train track can function as a Möbius strip. So, it's a haunting, but since the haunting has no perceptible beginning and no conceivable ending, I'm stuck. This isn't to say that I've done anything wrong by the story. Sometimes – many times – language is simply a poor tool.
The Ape's Wife and Other Stories is out of my hair. I just have to finish this story. And write a vignette for Sirenia Digest #90. If I could just finish "Ballad of an Echo Whisperer" today. Or at least by tomorrow.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Especially the copy of Ghosts: Recent Hauntings, which includes the previously ultra-hard-to-find "Apokatastasis," and the Salammbô T-shirt (art by Richard A. Kirk). We had these old-school silk-screened in 2000, when the first edition of Tales of Pain and Wonder was released, and most were sold at DragonCon over the next couple of years. Now, I think maybe four remain. So, super fucking rare.
We finished Season Four of Breaking Bad last night. Those last two episodes are pure fucking brilliance.
Comments not unwelcome,
Aunt Beast
As for yesterday, a stupid, stupid, stupid crappy day. An evil day. This is yesterday's afterbirth.
I did not write yesterday. I struggled to figure out how one finds the end of a circle. This is the problem that "Ballad of an Echo Whisperer" poses. It's a circle. Or a Möbius strip. It even demonstrates how a train track can function as a Möbius strip. So, it's a haunting, but since the haunting has no perceptible beginning and no conceivable ending, I'm stuck. This isn't to say that I've done anything wrong by the story. Sometimes – many times – language is simply a poor tool.
The Ape's Wife and Other Stories is out of my hair. I just have to finish this story. And write a vignette for Sirenia Digest #90. If I could just finish "Ballad of an Echo Whisperer" today. Or at least by tomorrow.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Especially the copy of Ghosts: Recent Hauntings, which includes the previously ultra-hard-to-find "Apokatastasis," and the Salammbô T-shirt (art by Richard A. Kirk). We had these old-school silk-screened in 2000, when the first edition of Tales of Pain and Wonder was released, and most were sold at DragonCon over the next couple of years. Now, I think maybe four remain. So, super fucking rare.
We finished Season Four of Breaking Bad last night. Those last two episodes are pure fucking brilliance.
Comments not unwelcome,
Aunt Beast
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Boston Cream Clam Cake? Sounds like exotic east coast pastry. But now I'm thinking about the possibility of doughnut sushi.
When I suggested the BCCC, I thought Spooky was going to push me out of the car.
Sadly, Krispy Kreme last their way back in the eighties. They were once a fine thing.
Yesterday, I invited one of my classmates to my regular Wednesday k'ung fu session with my sifu, and together, we introduced him to an all new variety of pain. He's a 6ft 9 inch, twenty-year old amateur basketball player for an NCAA team, so I'm sure he's fine today.
I did everything I know in two hours, and when I woke up my hamstrings were screaming at me like I'd just cut them off in traffic. Needless to say, I'm going into class a bit late today. I desperately require some coffee, breakfast, and maybe an hour with Boris Pasternak.
You probably got my entire year's allotment of exercise in a few hours.
Right now, I'm just about glum enough that not even my plan to sell Dunkin' Donuts® on the Boston Cream Clam Cake® is a bright spot.
Well, at least it wasn't a Boston Baked Bean Cream Clam Cake (B3C3).
If the story insists on being recursive, and you've gone around the circle at least once, then the only thing to decide is where to linearize it. And then cut it there. Maybe add in some terminal redundancies to each side of the break to provide homologies so it can more readily recircularize if it wants to. (Homologous recombination to recircularize cut plasmids works best if there's at least a few hundred identical nucleotides on both sides of the break - not sure what that would translate into in terms of letters/words.) Is it "Whisperer Ballad of an Echo Whisperer" or "Ballad of an Echo Whisperer Ballad" or "An Echo Whisperer Ballad of an Echo"?
Well, at least it wasn't a Boston Baked Bean Cream Clam Cake (B3C3).
That comes afterwards. Super-sized.
If the story insists on being recursive, and you've gone around the circle at least once, then the only thing to decide is where to linearize it. And then cut it there. Maybe add in some terminal redundancies to each side of the break to provide homologies so it can more readily recircularize if it wants to. (Homologous recombination to recircularize cut plasmids works best if there's at least a few hundred identical nucleotides on both sides of the break - not sure what that would translate into in terms of letters/words.) Is it "Whisperer Ballad of an Echo Whisperer" or "Ballad of an Echo Whisperer Ballad" or "An Echo Whisperer Ballad of an Echo"?
Okay...maybe if I study this for the next hour I might figure something out. Thank you.
Well, at least it wasn't a Boston Baked Bean Cream Clam Cake (B3C3).
That comes afterwards. Super-sized.
Ah, the Bonanza version.
But then you know they're going to want to add bacon to it. That'll get the purists all upset and there'll be protests against the Boston Baked Bean Cream Clam Cake Bacon Bonanza.
Yup.
Allie's are very, very good.
Krispy Kreme...wow. Back in the late 1960s and the in the 1970s...wow. No HFCS. No billion varieties. No scandals and management shuffles and KK donuts in gas stations. It was a Southern thing, like Buffalo Rock ginger ale and GooGoo Clusters.
I want to go back to before, please.
Edited at 2013-07-25 06:46 pm (UTC)
Couldn't have said it better myself so I won't even try. I'd say that it's the high point of Giancarlo Esposito's career.
BTW I was back at work by 2:15am.
I sent one of the kids off with your book 'Tales of Pain and Wonder,' along with another Ray Bradbury book and one of Neil Gaiman's books of short stories.
My daughter and I, along with two friends, saw Neil Gaiman in Nashville, TN earlier in the month on his "The Ocean at the End of the Lane" book tour. Have you read the book yet? It is one of his best, in my humble opinion. It was a wonderful evening and worth the trials and tribulations of traveling 2 plus hours each way. Neil was delightful and gracious and because there was a thunderstorm raging outside the auditorium, he read the a section from "Ocean" that has involves a thunderstorm. A few times it even seemed as if the storm cooperated with making appropriate sounds for the story. It was a bit surreal at times. I am still babbling about the trip, it was such an unbelievable treat to be able to meet him and hear him speak in person.
I'll have to settle for waiting for The Ape's Wife; that's paid for.