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p.s. Hey. Happy Thanksgiving to those for whom that holiday applies and/or means something. ** Pilgarlic, Hope the trailer and its bounty are treating you right today. ** Tonyoneill, Tony, sir. So, you're doing Thanksgiving. Oh, right, you have a kid. I'd do it if I had a kid. And New York has all those big balloons. Enjoy, man. Awesome that you're into the downhill portion of the novel. I remember when my novel starting tilting southwards. That felt good. If the French were into eggnog, I'd drink eggnog today, but I don't think they're into it, and making it myself sounds gross. Eggnog is one of those 'I don't want to know what I'm swallowing' things as far as I'm concerned. Like chorizo. ** David Ehrenstein, Ah, screeners. You lucky dog. I always seemed to have a friend in LA who was an Oscar voter and generous with his booty. I'm going to so totally avoid 'The Black Swan', whoa. ** Statictick, Yes, that was my first live Xiu Xiu. But I guess I didn't feel like I needed to have seen them to have recommended their shows. And it turns out I was right. Enjoy Jimmy aka Thanksgiving. Nice about KK and DB's mysterious favors. They're like that. Helpful, I mean. Well, I guess they're kind of mysterious too. ** Jheorgge, Blackwell is such a classic UK bookstore name. Oh, your particular job sounds pretty interesting. I guess I thought you might just be ringing up sales and stuff like that. The ghost thing ... well, I don't have camera on my computer, but I could try to take a photo with my shitty digital camera and email it to you. I'm guessing that would work, no? Cool and an honor about the tattoo, man, wow. Do I have your current email address? ** MANCY, Hey, man. Have a good Thanksgiving if you're doing anything today to which that term would apply. ** Adjoun, Wow, hey! How totally good to see you! Question, sure. My address is: dcooperweb @gmail.com. Ask away. Exciting news about the book. I hope you're doing really great. ** Alan, Hey. Enjoy your visit with Noboku. Oh, January 1st. That gives you some packing and weeding time. Not too bad. Agents don't have eyes like you and me. They see the cart before the horse. And if the cart isn't Santa's sleigh, they don't even see it. It's weird. ** Bill, Hey, B. I don't know shit, but it seems to me that the Republicans are really cornered as far the next election. Either they nominate some extremist type to assuage the Tea Party and alienate the voting majority, or they move to the center and piss off the Tea Party types, who then launch their own independent candidate, draining off the Republicans' support. I mean, hard to tell what the Tea Party is going to be in two years, but I think the Republicans are a lot more fucked than their media portrayal at the moment. People have been recommending that Tristan Garcia book to me. A couple of people here did too, I think. Thanks for the semi-warning. I'll try to read a bit of it before I buy or not. ** David, Hi, David. You doing Thanksgiving? Not me, obviously, but if I was in the States, I'd probably watch a parade, I guess. ** Pisycaca, Hi, M. Sure, productivity is good as well as necessary. But I can't wait to have free time again. I haven't taken a decent walk around Paris in months and months. Oh, you're without work right now? I don't why I thought you were weighed down with work. Well, yes, I really hope something comes up for you soon. I did get the package from you, yes! I've only fondled the contents so far because I'm depriving myself of outside stimulus as much as I can until I finish the novel, but that stuff looks great! It's very exciting. I should do a post about your label, shouldn't I? I think I should. If you want, send me some stuff and links or whatever, and I'll build something. ** Don w, Hey, Don! Awesome to see you! It's been way too long. You're in Portland now? That is news. You finally had enough of the Southwest? How's your writing and everything? And Happy Thanksgiving to you, pal. ** Tristam's Mum, Greetings, Madam. It's always a complicated pleasure to have you. I like complicated things. Not that you're a thing. Well, you're thingish. Anyway, oh, me and the ladies go way back. Thank you for reminding me. Well, as people where you come from like to say, Cheers! ** Little foal, Hey. That love was beautiful. Is. I think you're right about love. What you say describes it and how you said it is it. Gosh, don't feel bad about disappearing a little. It's understood. Writing does help you exist, though. I feel that way at least. It can crush unworthiness. Writing and love make a great duo. The former understands you and the latter disperses you. Like others said, I don't understand myself either. I try to trust that others understand part of me, and I let the rest of me relax and fool around. Or I try to. I don't know. Whatever you are, you're not stupid or wrong to write or to love. That's for sure. xxoo ** _Black_Acrylic, As long as he's a spy and not faking it, he won't be mundane. Very curious. I read 'The Secret Agent', but it was ages ago. I remember it was fantastic. I just skimmed the beginning of the Gareth Williams story, but it does look super interesting. I'll read it later. Everyone, courtesy of _Black_Acrylic: 'Who was Gareth Williams?: When the bagged body of an MI6 agent was found in a bathtub, speculation went into overdrive. Was it suicide? Murder? A professional hit, or a sexual game gone wrong?' Find out. ** Chris Cochrane, Hey, Chris. Oh, nice about those BC demos. I'll snag. I don't know if Bradford knows about 'Them'. He reads the blog sometimes, so maybe. I'd been thinking I would talk to him about it when he and I did the Dazed & Confused conversation, but that seems to have vanished or been put off. Last I heard, he was going to be home in Atlanta for the next while. Anyway, if I get in contact with him, I'll spread the news. You doing Thanksgiving? I presume not? ** Syreearmwellion, Cool, thanks much about gathering that stuff for the post. Someone told me that formatting for Kindle is a lot like formatting for a blog. I think they were talking out of the corner of their mouth. There are so many GbV songs I missed that make me want to kill everyone, but since I don't really want the emotional baggage that would come along with killing everyone, I'll pick 'Melted Pat' because there's no way in hell they played that one. ** Sypha, Ha ha, no sooner do I start to decide one of your projects is going to cross the finish line than it gets the axe. I'll never learn. But of course I trust your instincts. I hear you about the sprawl. In my case, maybe I'm lucky that I'm weird enough to love editing my own sprawl. ** Steevee, Have a lovely Thanksgiving and DVD, man. ** Flit, Hey, dude. ** Misanthrope, No, to me, xxBxixexbxsxx isn't cute at all. No appeal. He just seems like an utterly conventional, jockish kid with an up-to-the-minute hairstyle to me. Like I've mentioned, if a technically well made face isn't showing or barely hiding intelligence or emotional complexity or something, my eyes bounce right off it. You could probably pay for a plane ticket to Paris, get your tooth fixed by a French dentist, and pay for it out of your pocket, and you'd still pay less than you would in the States. Sad motherfucking state of affairs right there. ** Inthemostpeculiarway, Hey. So, you're doing the whole Thanksgiving thing today obviously. I hope the food is good at least. I hope you don't have to watch football. I just read something about 'Burlesque' that said it was god awful. Eating cake in a park sounds nice. It's too cold here to sit in a park today. Eating cake in the train station might work. Except it's really cold in train stations here too. Anyway, cake sounds good. My day: Worked on the novel a lot. Went slowish but okay. This final chapter isn't as totally messed up as I'd feared. At the moment, the narrator is walking from his childhood home in the Champs des Mars area of Paris to the Eiffel Tower where something will happen that will start the novel hurling and meandering towards its final sentence. Otherwise, I didn't see the Harry Potter movie, I'm not sure why. During my exile, I bought food and cigarettes and sat around reading The Wire and eating a muffin until my room was ready. Gisele and I talked on the phone about the maze and about the big launch party for our 'Jerk/ Through Their Tears' book/CD that will happen at the Fondation Cartier in April. I think we're going to present a live reading of the 'Jerk' radio play in English and Stephen O'Malley's new side-project band with Attilla Csihar, who's the singer of Sunn0))) and Mayhem, will play. She also said I might get invited along to the 'TIHYWD' gig in Oslo next April, which I'm really hoping for because I really want to see what Oslo is like. I think I talked to a few other people. Oh, I did. Scott Treleaven was one of them. He's leaving the Recollets for good and moving back to Toronto in December. That was sad. Uh, I can't remember what else. I'll try to make something happen today. You get through your holiday with your family today and then give me the scoop, please? ** JW Veldhoen, Hey. I'm glad you finally got those hares to sit still. I want to see what you made out of them. Biking in the freezing cold? Dude, don't end up like a skinny Nico. Oh, yeah, I did write about Nancy Burson for Artforum. Well, about one of her works: 'Etan Patz Update'. Great work. Don't know about my piece on it. I'd forgotten all about it. Dig. ** Right. You holiday-impaired people go have your holiday, and the rest of will do something else. Clocks. That's your input for today. Clocks. See you tomorrow.
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