Saturday, January 10, 2004
I awoke this morning to a light dusting of snow.
The cold, and other things of which I shall not speak, has my mood in a black place.
Spooky and I have been trying to get out of Atlanta for a few days in Jacksonville, Florida and points south. I spent part of my childhood in Jacksonville and wanted to revisit a few places. See how much things have changed in twenty-five years. I just heard, yesterday or the day before, that the old pier at Jacksonville Beach went down in Hurricane Floyd. I learned to play pool on that pier. Anyway, this vile weather has made the thought of travel even more unappealing than usual. It's not much warmer in Jacksonville than it is here.
Spooky and I binged on John Hughes films last night. Planes, Trains and Automobiles, Some Kind of Wonderful, and Ferris Bueller's Day Off. And we read the new Courtney Crumrin, which was very fine, as expected.
I did something yesterday that I very rarely do. I hardly ever read one of my stories in printed form, but yesterday I sat down and read through "Riding the White Bull" in Argosy. I guess my aversion to reading myself in print is sort of like actors who won't watch themselves on the screen. But I read all the way through the story. Argosy really is a very fine and unusual magazine and I strongly recommend it
This entry is almost as blah as the weather.
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