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99.05.09

what I'm thinking and doing § what I'm listening to § what I'm reading
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Sloth Revisited

After writing last week about sloth I intended this week to throw myself into doing and creating and intended to write about the joys of Getting Things Done. I laid all these plans and thought about all the things I was going to get done and I got all itchy thinking about doing things--itchy to Do Them.

But sloth wins out--even if it has to use vile means to win. Tuesday night I went to bed with feeling that shivery bone-ache that presages a fever, and lo and behold I woke up Wednesday with a fever of 101. Not such a big deal and ibuprofen quickly brought it under control but after a brief trip to work to deal with some things that absolutely couldn't wait, I spent three days in bed, sleeping. I woke up enough to read and watch some mostly stupid tv, slept and slept and slept, pretty much until Saturday when I finally could stand to sit up and read all the accumulated email and start to think about the mess that happens so quickly when I can't keep up with it because of illness. Wow. I shudder to think of the size of my email inbox--and it only holds the messages I really need and want to respond to.

Even today what I want to do most is nap.

Sloth wins.

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Listening

Having mostly slept, I didn't listen so very much, but before I got sick I gave Annika Bentley's see you around, lifeguard a few more listens while I put together her entry in The Ectophiles' Guide to Good Music.

And on Friday I got some great discs in the mail, three of which I'd ordered from a German source, and two new lamb singles for "b line" from their upcoming album. Yay! Both Jim and I have been obsessing with them. What a great song! One of them is an enhanced cd, and the video is a blast, too.

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Reading

Well, at least I've been reading. Began by racing through Louis Sachar's Holes, a children's book that has won major awards and high praise from all over. I can only guess that people were enchanted by the mixture of the tall tale with realistic sections about bad luck and bullies. I dunno--I found it too bleak to be fun as a tall tale and too improbable for the realistic aspects to have any depth. Judging from how easy it was for me to borrow a library copy and how untouched that copy seems, I suspect that it's a book critics more than readers, especially young readers will love, but I could be wrong.

Peg Kerr's The Wild Swans has two parallel stories: one set in 18th-century Britain (and then America) which tells a detailed and charming version of Anderson's fairy tale, and the other set in early 1980s New York when a young gay man finds a world to become part of just as the world was about to fall apart due to AIDS. Both the stories are interesting and the book is beautifully written, but the stories only hint at any conjunction and so their parallel development is a little unsatisfying. I couldn't help but compare it to Jane Yolen's masterful Briar Rose which brings together the tale of Sleeping Beauty with one about the Holocaust, and the two tales are inextricably interwoven. The Wild Swans could have used just a little of that for my tastes. Still admirable, though.

Marie D. Goodwin's Where The Towers Pierce The Sky was a young adult novel about a girl from Indiana (near Notre Dame University) who suddenly has a young man from medieval France land in her house. She ends up by being swept back with him to his time and place and gets caught up in spying against Joan of Arc. Readable, but clunky.

Sharon Shinn's The Alleluia Files is the third in a series of books about a world where a space ship acts as a god above a planet where some of the inhabitants are angels who sing prayers to bring the "god's" blessings. I've found all three of these worth reading, but none of them have totally captivated me. Each of them has lots of political intrigue and there's always a romance between unlikely angels and mortals. The best parts of these for me is how real she makes the world and the angels--she has a good touch with giving just enough description to capture the imagination.

I found Maggie Furey's Aurian a really mixed experience. I'd read mixed reviews of it, so I guess that makes sense. I found it occasionally quite awkward, but overall found the story inventive--a very detailed world--and interesting enough that I'm going to track down the next volume in the series.

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Writing

Well, being sick and all writing wasn't a high priority this week. My two poems in Star*line appeared though, in the May/June issue. It's been a long time since my work has appeared in a photocopied untrimmed booklet. I knew it was a newsletter so I'm not surprised but it feels odd. I've been spoiled. Some of the art in the issue was lovely--unfortunately not the piece that appears on the page with one of my poems.

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Retrospective: The Phonosnout

About the Phonosnout

December 1975 - January 1976

175. Transparencies

Really wow, really f'rout lost in dream words, magic words, no one could see, no one could know, when i go, and go I will. Maybe i'll just slowly go transparent. Sounds really... i wonder how it feels--it probably tickles. Gee, in the past few months, i've sure felt like disappearing--in the past six months i have gone out with a sex maniac, a guy who'd been in a mental institution for seven years, and a Puritan. I've got a great record, eh? <--That's my bit of Canajan for today.

176. Brent say something (intelligible perhaps?)

[dark scribbled-out words in parenthesis, below is one word: omit.]
Brent learnt a long time ago not to say anything because it might be held against him in later years. He did originally say something, but he decided to omit it. He also threw my pen out the library window--it didn't even have time cross its last "t". This pen was borrowed from Mr. Munch. The other one got as far as half the "t" in "not". Brent is mean!!

177. Tammy A. Melnyk

Nancy I won't see you for 2 whole weeks. What beautiful words can I use at this moment? What profundity is at my disposal? Not for vanity, but for sorrow.

178. Returned from vacation

That's just what i've done--returned from vacation. Christmas vacation, had an okay time. Visits from long-lost friends.

1) Timothy--long lost friend from Vancouver. Met him last May at the Symposium. He's a fantastic brother. We've corresponded since May; he's helped me through quite a few hassles. Visited, good talk.
2) Geoff--long lost friend from childhood. Met him when I was two. Freaky guy--belongs in the city. I'm a country person (though I never knew it)1. I can't function in his type of world and he can't function in mine. Neat experience--i think i zapped2 him.

179. Many moons ago

Many moons ago, before the frost, before the leaves turned orange, i escaped. (Oh?) and i wish i could again (yes!) I don't know where this is leading, it's obviously not what i expected (hooray) the unexpected is winning!!! (Yay, exclamation marks). [Quote omitted from Al Stewart's Carol song from Modern Times>]

180. Saturday night

Saturday night's alright for fighting! And that's what we do. Pillow fight, tickle fight, steal shoe fight! Yay! [Quote omitted from Elton John's "Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting" song, a T. Rex quote about being a rabbit fighter, Beatles quotes from "She came in through the bathroom window"] Hello!!! I think I'm getting incoherent.

181. Good morning, Phonosnout

Good morning, Phono. Bad morning. Just got up. Yuck! The sleep is not even out of my eyes. For that matter my eyes aren't even open yet. Whatever. Guess it's time to start fakin' it...[this breaks into quotes from Simon and Garfunkle's "Faking It" song from Bookends.] Good morning, Phono.

182. No time for a title, just words and a tune

No time, i'm feelin' low, no time, just got to go! Poetry for you and me (and anyone else who doesn't want it). January is terrible--it does weird things to your mind. So little time and so much to do!

183. And i wonder

[Quote omitted from Elton John's "I Need You To Turn To" from Tumbleweed Connection.] Isn't that a f'rout type beautiful image? Bernie Taupin, there's something in you, but it's dying. Compare with [a quote from "Yell Help" from Elton John's Rock of The Westies.] I guess my comparison isn't fair. From the same album as the first one there [quote omitted from "The Cage"] and from the same as the second, there's...well...uh, not much. It's dying.

184. One way ticket

I've got a one-way ticket for all of my yesterdays--and this is it--Phono express. Herein are times when i wasn't me, and i will never again be the person i thought it was then. Eternal, internal history of changes, passing myself by, and concentrating on function, leading me to thoughts that might die by the morrow--how much of tomorrow is born in today, a Phono-wonder of history.


NOTES

1. I always thought that. Now I'm not sure certain. The city sure is a fine place.

2. Huh? I wonder what I meant by that?

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