2008/6/6
just like in a movie...
You know those plots – a world is built up, then suddenly it’s all confusing and bad, and then you discover what you are sure is the context, the explanation… only to discover that while the context is true, the bad-confusion continues, so it’s not so much causal as accidental, and the author is sitting there, snickering into hir fist?
Yeah, Author? I’d like to request less misleading like that, please. If you would. (0)
2008/3/30
curiouser and curiouser...
…and not necessarily in a good way. Spring is definitely springing; everything is happening all at once. Some of it is very, very good (more on that soon). Some is… not. My heart aches for its attendant body-and-mind, and – in a different way – for a loved one. My mind reels. My body is a bit shell-shocked by all the house-painting and weight lifting and weather changes, but this part is good, it reminds me I’m still alive and not suspended in some alternate universe, flailing a bit and effecting change whose ramifications won’t become clear for months to years hence. And so we walk on. (0)
Toasted fennel seeds, left over from yesterday because what you actually meant to toast was cumin. By themselves, nothing else.
Big blog updates, what? So many things I keep meaning to write about, and they just never get written down. Have to start again somewhere.
Oh, all right. Here’s some content: Y: The Last Man is a great graphic-novel (you know, comic book) series. Well written, intriguing in its treatment of gender, beautifully drawn.
