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p.s. Hey. First, I guess you've noticed that the blog looks kind of different. Long story short, due to a technical mess that has had my blog in a kind of semi-controllable limbo for the past week or so, I was forced to choose a new template in order to get things back to normal. I picked the simplest one Blogger offered, and I guess it's okay, and, although I hate the pale blue color of the post title, I guess it'll become second nature. Second, here's your first nudge to send me entries for the Halloween SPD. Since this SPD is almost an anything goes type of affair, I hope it will be a relatively easy task for you to fulfill, and I'm really hoping that everyone participates. Pretty please, and thanks. ** Oscar B, Hey, Bieb! Well, we had a bunch of fun the other night, right? Shall we meet and confer sometime today? I would be most pleased. ** FreeFox, Hey. Oh, 'Prophecy', I saw that, I'm pretty sure. Walken, angel, check. Unless I'm thinking of 'The Dead Zone' or whatever that was called and adding imaginary wings to the psychic or whatever he played in that. Wow, you have all this new fiction on your blog now. I turn my head away for a couple of days and ... splash. Cool. I'm going to get enough novel work under my belt today to fend of suicidal thoughts, and then I'll catch up with your work over there. Everyone, Freefox has newly displayed some of his fiction on his blog. Let's all go check it out together. What do you say? And, while we're at it, here's a video (Everyone Forever Now 'Stoop Sitting') that Mr. FF considers a nice addendum to Statictick's porch post, so we might want to give it a shot too. Thanks for all the goodies. So, where are you precisely that has such a colorful coffee house tradition? I don't think I know where you are, physically speaking, do I? ** Will Decker, Hey. Thanks for the good wishes re: staying here longer. I might get my courage up enough to broach the topic today when I pay my rent. So, you're okay with the senior center living thing? I mean, why not, but I guess I don't think of you as being a senior in that categorizable way. ** David Ehrenstein, Good morning to you, fine sir. Very fine FaBlog piece re: Tyler Clementi. Everyone, may I urge you to visit David E.'s FaBlog where he has devised an excellent post about Tyler Clementi's demise and its fallout's meaning? ** Pilgarlic, Well, I missed Atlas Sound the last time they played here, so I'm not in a position to wag my finger. Being a good guy to favorite people is always more important, I guess. Nice to see those old, lost band names tumble from your lips or rather text. ** Sypha, Hey. Thanks for the support, James. Maybe I'm being too hard on my novel, I don't know. It's being hard on me. I think when/if I finish it, and when/if my publisher accepts it, and when you read it, you'll know what I mean. It's a weird one, that's for sure. ** Alan, If it weren't for my powers of denial, I'd probably never finish a novel. Denial has its place, and even a rocky peace of mind can make a difference. Hope you're feeling more up today. Text Edit was great for a while, particularly when I was thinking the novel would be a single paragraph, but when I ended up needing to format it a more detailed manner, TE was too simple and got in the way. I moved it into Word in August 2009. I saw your comment yesterday and increased the font size. I hope that helps. ** Plexus, Aw, thanks, G. Bad days ... you know how it is. I outlasted it, I think. I've got some stomp back in my step now. Hey, aren't you back in your real, rightful home in beautiful Buffalo where internet is 24/7 and a punk is at your beck and call? Feel good? I send you love of a most superior nature. ** Empty Frame, Hey, man. Thanks. It was loads of fun. How wicked was your weekend? ** Allesfliesst, Hey. Oh, the font size ... well, I originally had the font at 12 pt., but Alan suggested it was hard on the eyes, and I think it probably was, not that this one isn't visually hard in the opposite way. 13 pt. would be perfect, but, yeah. Hope it becomes old hat soon. So, that vanity press is checking you and yours out right now, so to speak? When will you know? Yury and I get along great in this room. It probably helps that he's away working most days and stays up/ wakes up really late as opposed to the early sleeping/ rising me. But, yeah, we almost never get on each others' nerves. ** Steevee, That's troubling about your ankle's continued problem causing. Yeah, get it sorted properly, and maybe you need to sit a spell too, as boring as that might be. I quite like the new Salem album, yeah. Very weirdly tasty. ** Tomkendall, Hey, T. Glad to hear 'EtV' did a number on you. I think a film like that couldn't exist or work without inherent imperfections or at least without things that one could find imperfect while trying to grasp it. There's no perfect way to reach that far in an original direction. Or something. Very glad your novel's picking up. Yeah, don't worry about length now. I've cut a ton out of mine, no biggie. Thanks for the kind thoughts about my novel. The way it's difficult is different from the way my earlier novels were difficult, and putting it out there feels far more like a crapshoot than usual. Like I said to James, I think you'll see what I mean when/if it comes out. Anyway, thanks a lot, man. ** Scunnard, Hey. As long as you had a great time. I'm okay, basically. Kind of fried and stressed from the novel work, but otherwise looking around for the good and then mostly digging it when I see it. How are you post-trip? What's up? ** Jax, Hey there, Jax! How awesome. Thanks for the commiseration, man. There's no getting around the definition your work is given based on earlier books. In my case, for sure. I'm usually good at forgetting about that. Even though most people don't think so, I think all my novels are very different from each other. I always try to start each new one from scratch. Anyway, I will definitely never write a novel this way again. Nuit Blanche was really good. Sarah Kane: I think I mostly know of her through references on this blog. By you, Chris Goode, ....? I can't remember. I know that feeling that you're feeling about your writing very well. I'm pretty sure it's a mirage, emotionally generated. I don't think one loses one's abilities, one just fights with them a lot. I hope you sail through that quickly, and I'm sure you will. You take care too, pal. ** The Evil Ghost of JW Veldhoen, Hey, John. Rough stuff. Really sorry about your dad and about the complications around that too. And about the love/sex thang. And all else. I'm glad we'll at least intersect. Present? Ah, you shouldn't have. But ... gimme gimme. New blog stuff, nice. I'll see what it holds later on, but ... Everyone, JW Veldhoen's mighty ghost has found it in his see-through heart to add some new content to his former vessel's ultra-charismatic blog Ø, and, well, just go there, basically, and now, basically. ** L@rstonovich, Hey, bud. Oh, I think I remember your mushroom hunting thing from last year. I think I kneejerk assumed it was for the psychedelic kind wrongly. Late November should work for me and Truman Water. Excellent. How's the collab going? ** Bill, The weather did hold up. It even turned vaguely summery. Strange. I thought of you re: several of the Nuit Blanche works, wondering if you'd like them, knowing you could have explained how they worked if you were here. I'll put some video up next week. Oh, yeah, that's really good: the later Tate comparison to the Amelia Gray book. That's really true. It's a pretty terrific tome, right? ** Paul Curran, Yeah, good days, bad days. I'm back to muscling my way through the thing. Thinking about the publishing part is such a bad, bad idea. Luckily, it's abstract enough that its grip on the imagination is kind of slippery. How are you with yours today? ** Colin, Hey, C. Thanks. Oh, got your email, and I'm really looking forward to the read, naturally. ** The Dreadful Flying Glove, I'd like to go back and hear the non-overly familiar Cream again. And the early Jack Bruce albums. Pete Brown's poetry is pretty good, as I recall. That Add N to (X) guy sounds like the guy I knew. Oh, dang, thank you for the Atomic Rooster link. I'd better wait for the p.s. to pass first, but, yeah, thanks. I can feel a private prog revival coming on. Poor Yury. ** Postitbreakup, Hey, J! I'm glad you think the new-look blog is okay. I'm still getting used to it. I think it's great that you're coming off all of those mood pills. I'm proud of you, man. I'm okay, mostly uppish, I guess. Desperate to finish my novel, basically. Really, really ready for it to be out of my life. ** Jose, Hey, new FB friend. That was you, right? Burzum, sure, you bet. Still getting into the new one. Not entirely into it as yet. Getting there. What's new? Tell me. ** Eli Jurgen, Hey. Wow, that is cool about the possible LA trip. Maybe I know the local artist you speak of or have at least met her or something. A bunch of my close LA friends are Cal Arts grads. Yeah, I was born in LA and have lived most of my life there, and I still sort of live there since I pay rent on an apartment there. What did you do with your 300 words? Which artwork did you choose? Man, heavy finger crossing, and if she happens to know me or something, use that connection in any way that helps. ** Statictick, Dude, it was the entirely expectable, deserved hit. An even deeper bow than the one I foisted off on you on Saturday. I'm still only in the early part of 'IB', but I like it a whole lot so far, for what that's worth. Dynomoose! The Moose! I miss her! I'm glad she's doing well. Tell her mega-hello from me. Thanks again, great Nick. ** Inthemostpeculiarway, Hey. I think your friend's burst bubble comparison thing is really beautiful and great. Literary even. Nice. Pleasant weekend all around there. Nice kind of drifting quality to it. I could feel the better weather in it. I'm going to reduce my weekend to maybe three things. First, I got over my misery about my novel and just got back to work, and it's hard and slow, but I'm just doing it, and I did that for a lot of the weekend. Saturday night was Nuit Blanche. Originally, I was going to go with Yury, Oscar, Kiddiepunk, Scott, and Paul. Kiddiepunk was sickish and declined. Scott and Paul decided to be reclusive for some reason. So, it was O, Y, and me. It was a lot better than last year's NB. I think partly because I'm more used to how scaled down it is now due to budget cuts than I was last year. So, we followed a NB route that began at Notre Dame, where an artist sort of took it over, had musicians playing kind of eerily religious-like music and had fierce spotlights trained at the stained glass windows so you could only see them from the outside, which I guess never happens. Then we walked to Isle St. Louis and looked at a bunch of things. The bridge to ISL was overtaken by this crazy sculpture whirling and flashing with bit map animation and music, and it was very LSD/Rave, and that might have been the best thing I saw. Then we toured the Marais stuff, Hotel De Ville, rue St. Martin, the Pompidou. It would take way too long to describe the stuff, the night. I'll put up some video of NB here next week. Anyway, it was great. The only other really notable thing that happened was yesterday early evening around 6 pm when I went out to smoke, I saw this woman standing in the hall dressed in what looked to be her underwear looking out a window. It was sort of strange. She was still there when I smoked my next cigarette about 90 minutes later. And when Yury went out jogging about three hours later and returned from jogging about an hour and a half hour after that, she was still there, still standing at the window looking out, which was really weird. When I went out to smoke the next time, she was still there, and she was shivering and obviously cold. So I asked her if she was okay. She didn't speak English, so I brought Yury out to talk to her, and I guess she'd accidentally locked herself out of her room and was waiting until her husband got home to let her in because on Sundays there is no one working at the Recollets to help us do anything. She declined our offer to come into our room, so Yury gave her a jacket, some magazines to read, and a chair. By then it was my bedtime, and I crashed, thinking her husband would be home any minute. Yury woke me up in the middle of the night and said she was still sitting in the hall and that he'd given her a drink and a little food. I woke up today kind of late, around 9 am, and went out to smoke, and she was still there. She was a total, exhausted wreck, and it was just awful. I don't know what happened to her husband. So, I went down and looked around until I finally found a cleaning person and dragged her upstairs to the woman, and she finally unlocked the door for the woman around 10 am. So she had been out there in her underwear stranded from 6 pm Sunday to 10 am today. Really weird and sad and all that. So, those were the memorable aspects of my weekend. How's Monday? ** Nb, I'm thinking you hit Halloween's nail on the head with that costume. You're thinking with the beer belly, right? 'Cos that's kind of the outfit's crowning achievement, don't you think? ** Creative Massacre, Hey, pal. The link didn't work. But I want to see your tattoo. Can you try it again? Do you mind? ** Frank Jaffe, Hey, Frank! Thanks for the post props, man. Sounds like things are pretty splendid on your end. That's awesome about the big turn out for your screening. Yeah, I mean, one sided or not, you did a very good deed there, sir. 'Undertow' ... sounds familiar. Hm. I'll watch for it. I'm starting to make my NYC plans too, or, well, they're being made for me by the powers that be. Good Monday. ** Misanthrope, No porn? Drastic. Not to encourage you, but if you don't search too far afield, you should be safe. I was going to say I occasionally, ha ha, look at a fair amount, ha ha, of porn without virus-related punishment, but, ha ha, I have a Mac. There's no gut I trust more than yours. Okay, that settles it. Novel, here I come. ** Bollo, It's the unfanciest new face I could find. But I'll always miss the days when my blog looked like an X-rated term paper, sigh. My weekend was weird, but it had veins of greatness in it, and the Wolf Eyes was a fucking artery, man, so thanks again for that! ** That's that. You can't have too many monster masks. That's what I think. See what you think. See you tomorrow.
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