Saturday, March 13, 2004
We made it through another 58 pp. of The Dry Salvages yesterday, despite my headache (which finally faded away around sunset). I figured I had to do at least 58, since I'd done 58 on Thursday. We'll finish with it today. I can't believe I actually thought this ms. was ready. It is fairly awash in typos.
We also did some updates on my homepage and on Nebari.net. As for the latter, we added Leh'agvoi's "Sailor Nar'eth" to the pinups, and it's been the source of much discussion on the phorum.
Spooky came home yesterday from her morning walk with a copy of The Living Body (Best and Taylor, 4th ed., 1958), a physiology text book she'd found in a cardboard box at the side of the road. It's marvelously out-of-date, and seems obsessed with unusual pathologies, such as "internal hydrocephalus," Cushing's disease, and polyneuritis. It's brimming with grisy line drawings.
Last night, we watched a South Korean sf film, Natural City (2003). On the one hand, it's a perfectly shameless reworking of Blade Runner as seen through the lens of The Matrix. On the other hand, it's an incredibly gorgeous, accomplished film in its own right and I strongly urge you to see it. The visuals are truly breathtaking, the direction and acting are good, and the soundtrack is only mildly irritating. Afterwards, we watched George Pal's When World's Collide, which remains one of my all-time fave sf films. I fell asleep to The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms. It was that sort of Friday night.
Jennifer has taped a sign to her bedroom door which reads, "Writing's No Damn Fun." Glad to see that someone else has figured that out. She emerges only rarely, to scowl and mutter something about The Waste Land or Anne Radcliffe, and then she vanishes again.
Okay. I go write now. But remember — it's no damn fun.
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