Friday, April 07, 2006
Dusk / rain
Just got John Picacio's artbook COVER STORY and it looks fabulous. He did a really nice job with it. Rush out and get one right away.
Got home around 7pm after dropping off my coworker, and the sun was still up. Gotta love daylight savings. Took my new mp3 player, freshly loaded with CDs I haven't listened to in years, and took the girls for a walk in the rain. It's a beautiful time: dusk, when it's raining. No one is out. The world's mine alone.
Of course half the neighborhood thinks I'm nuts now cos I was singing along with the music. The upside of not having listened to most of my CDs lately is getting to rediscover a bunch of music that has already been screened. By my past self.
Listening: 20 Minute Loop
Sunday, April 02, 2006
April showers
Wow, the rain is just thumpin' down today. It's been going pretty solidly for a couple weeks now. My plants are happy, but I wish our backyard was put together already so we could use this free watering to establish the garden. Soon. If it ever stops pouring.
The dogs are getting fat and lazy.
Went to a reading by Robert Silverberg and Kim Stanley Robinson with Z'boss and Mzmelia in San Francisco the other night. Talked to Jeremy from Nightshade about typesetting books. Had tapas. All good. Bob's piece was from 1971, with a slightly hypnotic psychedelic rhythm to it which came across really well in the reading.
The wake for my friend Jess was a really sad but special experience. I think it was everything she would have hoped for: friends coming together and drinking, eating, and dancing in her honor. Brought everyone a little closer again.
Of tea and candles I have no fear.
But your glance, without love
to temper its edge,
is a terrible thing.
The dogs are getting fat and lazy.
Went to a reading by Robert Silverberg and Kim Stanley Robinson with Z'boss and Mzmelia in San Francisco the other night. Talked to Jeremy from Nightshade about typesetting books. Had tapas. All good. Bob's piece was from 1971, with a slightly hypnotic psychedelic rhythm to it which came across really well in the reading.
The wake for my friend Jess was a really sad but special experience. I think it was everything she would have hoped for: friends coming together and drinking, eating, and dancing in her honor. Brought everyone a little closer again.
Of tea and candles I have no fear.
But your glance, without love
to temper its edge,
is a terrible thing.
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