Les Semaines

March 28, 2004

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Equinoxial

We've been having an equinoxial storm. We always get them this time of year and I love them: wind and rain. Sadly though it turned to days of gray drizzle, which made everyone cranky and slow. Today, it was sunny and glorious but the slowness held tight onto me. I guess I'm not quite ready for the real turn into spring.

I'm also not really ready for it to be Sunday already and time for me to finish this journal. I'm at a stage right now where there just doesn't seem much to share. Everything is in process, continuing, a progression of the same without much dramatic forward motion though things are still moving forward.

Here's the story of my yesterday, for your entertainment. I slept in. Karen is still away, so I didn't get up to go and meet here and write. Jim made me a mocha and Scottish oatmeal for breakfast. I phoned Tamar and made arrangements for later, then got dressed and raced over to Capitol Hill and the Clarion West office to pick up the applications that had come in since I was last in the office on Tuesday. Swept them up and brought them home. Processed them and was just about finished when Tamar came over. Jim came home shortly thereafter--he'd gone to pick up a new compost bin the City was offering inexpensively.

We had bagels for lunch from our freezer (I'd picked up a couple of dozen on Thursday from our favourite bagel place). Then Tamar put on a dress we'd bought while Christmas shopping in Pike Place Market together a year ago December (!!). I pinned it up, cut off about six inches, then pinned it up again. Tamar looked at in the mirror downstairs and it was incredibly uneven. I pinned it up again and again. Jim did some more yardwork while we were doing all this. Finally it looked about right. So I trimmed the extra fabric, finished the edge, pinned again, and while we were chatting and listening to Patti Smith's Horses (and Tamar had a brief nap), I hand-stitched the hem up. Much to my surprise, I got it done pretty quickly and the ache that threatened my arm when I was starting went away. So Tamar can finally wear the dress.

We gathered ourselves together while Jim did a load of laundry. Then we drove back over to Capitol Hill, right near the Clarion West office (in fact, I got exactly the same parking spot I'd had at about 10:00 in the morning) and we had dinner at one of our favourite Thai restaurants in town, Jamjuree. It was great. Then I dropped Jim off at home so he could have a shower while Tamar and I went back to her place to feed her cat.

Then we came back home and had tea and got utterly caught up in the first half of Angels in America that Karen and Barry had taped off HBO for us. It was over about 11:00, and I'd loved it so much I wanted to watch the rest right then but we were all already too sleepy, and so we made arrangements to watch the rest of it Monday night at Tamar's and Tamar went home, while we went to bed and read for a few minutes then turned our lights out and when to sleep.

That was it, that was a day. And pretty much the whole weekend, as I accomplished very little today other than reading and holding up cats as I was having a slightly under-the-weather day.

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Listening

Deaf School's albums have finally been released on CD! They're a uniquely strange British band from the 80s. The closest comparison is to 10cc. Theatrical, storytelling songs. The theatricality is usually the kind of thing that I wouldn't at all like, but somehow Jim and I have enjoyed our vinyl copy of their first two albums for years. It's great to have them on a more clear-sounding cd than our ancient vinyl or the cdr I'd burned from it.

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Reading

Ian MacLeod's The Light Ages is an industrial fantasy novel, where magic, aether, is industry's power source and it and spells are what holds everything together in society. But just like other forms of power, aether pollutes and corrupts and industrial town are like industrial towns everywhere. This alternate England is ruled by guilds. The world is divided into members of the guilds (highly ranked but still the lowest of the guilds is worlds above those outside them) and marts. This is the story of a young man growing up in the world, starting from when he was a child and was befriended by a guildmaster and through the strange illness of his mother and the magical crone and girl she introduces him to. When Robert runs away to London after his mother's death, the mystery of his connection with these women and with the guilds haunts him. A complex, strange, marvellous and dark tale.

Like The Light Ages Tanith Lee's Mortal Suns creates its own dark and mysterious world. This one bears some relation to the Greek world, though it is not. It is the story of a child born to one of the Sun King's lesser wife's, a daughter born without feet who is left in the temple of the god of death to die. But she survives, and eventually is brought back into her family. She grows up there in a strange world of warrior kings and strife for the throne and internal politics. It's a tale like a hallucinatory drug that you inhale it and it fills your head with vague images and shadows.

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Writing

Picking away, with terrifying slowness, at revisions both prosaic and poetical.

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Retrospective: old journal

I apologize, as I'm still not ready to pick up the threads of this journey. I'm guessing this section of the journal is going to be blank for a while yet.

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