Thursday, December 19, 2002
Yesterday was a terribly frustrating day, during which the chaos tried to reassert itself. First, the DSL annoyances. This place seems to have been wired by Jesuits bent of achieving a new geometry and we were finally, apparently, thwarted by a router box in the hallway. So, for the moment, I remain in the 20th Century, doomed to dial-up; we have someone coming to figure it out who knows a lot about the mathematical machinations of Jesuits. Then the introduction-preface-foreword thing for TFoC. I began reading correspondence relating to the book, dating mostly from 1993-1996, between me and Robert Eighteen-Bisang (former owner of the long-since defunct Transylvania Press) and between me and Poppy. Fascinating, weird, depressing, sad, baffling. I learned a lot about the book that I'd forgotten, but was left in a pretty sorry state for actually getting anything of substance written. I wrote a paragraph. Oh, and Poppy kindly e-mailed me her foreword for the tenth-anniversary edition of Lost Souls, which I'm hoping will provide some much needed inspiration.
Only nine days left until my Rhode Islander arrives, and this time to stay. That's pretty much keeping me going these days.
Last night Jennifer and I had an early dinner with friends, then made an 8 p.m. screening The Two Towers. I won't repeat my comments on the film here (I've already made a long post over in my discussion forum), I'll just say I liked it as much as The Fellowship of the Ring - it's a beautiful, amazing thing that Peter Jackson is doing. If you want to read my comments in the forum, go to:
The Two Towers
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