News Flash: The Sky Stopped Falling
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mallorys_camera“Buy some iodine pills,” I emailed Max.
“The sky isn’t falling,” he emailed back.
Jessi, who was Fellini and Prendergass’ clown while I traveled with that circus, has been working with a circus in Kinoshita, southern Japan, for the past two months. “Everything here is fine,” she FaceBooked the day the earthquake struck.
It's pretty surreal here, she wrote yesterday. The circus is in a mall parking lot. And here people are still out shopping and eating- while a few hundred miles away there is one of the biggest disasters this country has ever seen. It's sort of hard to comprehend.
Same as it ever was. One can but marvel that the Japanese disaster has kept the attention of the 24 hour news cycle as long as it has.
Worked diligently all day long yesterday, actually enjoying the isolation for once. Wore a dress for the first time in four months, and froze my ass off – spring not quite here yet. Cruised into town for my ESL session with Reuben, then picked RTT and his skateboard up from the skate park. Made a mediocre chicken cacciatore for dinner.
At present staring at Chapter 7 of the Steinbeck book, feeling absolutely uninspired. Ben and I have met several times since Jayne LeGro blew her gasket, and I must say I feel so entirely disconnected from him that I’m having a hard time writing with him. At present I’m trying to compose a murder in a Russian bathhouse. Since I’ve never been in a Russian bathhouse – banyas, they’re called – and I’ve never murdered anyone, it requires a lot of imagination, but my imagination is balking at collaborating with Ben. You don’t need him to write, my imagination keeps telling me. He needs you.
“Kelly Miller contacted me about a job yesterday,” he told me on Monday.
“That’s nice,” I said.
“Of course, it’s a job I couldn’t possibly do – as the 24 hour advance man. You really need a van to do that job.”
“Won’t they give you one?”
“No,” he said. “I asked.”
I dutifully reported this conversation to RTT. “But I couldn’t tell if he was telling the truth or lying,” I said.
“Oh, he was probably lying,” Robin said.
If what we've done so far is good, I'll continue -- my motivation will come back at some point or another. But if it's not good, I want to drop it. Problem is I honestly can't tell.
“The sky isn’t falling,” he emailed back.
Jessi, who was Fellini and Prendergass’ clown while I traveled with that circus, has been working with a circus in Kinoshita, southern Japan, for the past two months. “Everything here is fine,” she FaceBooked the day the earthquake struck.
It's pretty surreal here, she wrote yesterday. The circus is in a mall parking lot. And here people are still out shopping and eating- while a few hundred miles away there is one of the biggest disasters this country has ever seen. It's sort of hard to comprehend.
Same as it ever was. One can but marvel that the Japanese disaster has kept the attention of the 24 hour news cycle as long as it has.
Worked diligently all day long yesterday, actually enjoying the isolation for once. Wore a dress for the first time in four months, and froze my ass off – spring not quite here yet. Cruised into town for my ESL session with Reuben, then picked RTT and his skateboard up from the skate park. Made a mediocre chicken cacciatore for dinner.
At present staring at Chapter 7 of the Steinbeck book, feeling absolutely uninspired. Ben and I have met several times since Jayne LeGro blew her gasket, and I must say I feel so entirely disconnected from him that I’m having a hard time writing with him. At present I’m trying to compose a murder in a Russian bathhouse. Since I’ve never been in a Russian bathhouse – banyas, they’re called – and I’ve never murdered anyone, it requires a lot of imagination, but my imagination is balking at collaborating with Ben. You don’t need him to write, my imagination keeps telling me. He needs you.
“Kelly Miller contacted me about a job yesterday,” he told me on Monday.
“That’s nice,” I said.
“Of course, it’s a job I couldn’t possibly do – as the 24 hour advance man. You really need a van to do that job.”
“Won’t they give you one?”
“No,” he said. “I asked.”
I dutifully reported this conversation to RTT. “But I couldn’t tell if he was telling the truth or lying,” I said.
“Oh, he was probably lying,” Robin said.
If what we've done so far is good, I'll continue -- my motivation will come back at some point or another. But if it's not good, I want to drop it. Problem is I honestly can't tell.
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Wherein Jesus visits and smacks down Godzilla
Date: 2011-03-16 02:34 pm (UTC)You think Ben would LIE about a job offer? That's so lame. Just don't talk rather than LIE to me, again, Jesus!
Is the bath house something a friend might know of? I'd think personal info would really make that pop. And that seems like a pre-1984 issue, so you will need to find someone who actually went into them/one. Not that I'm all bath house savvy, but I do know they closed them in Houston and San Antonio about then because they were cruiser locations and thought to be a font of disease.
I went back to the foot dr yesterday... and that cat thinks I'm not driving, and said, "Ok, just about two more weeks and you can drive again!" It was everything I could do to not tell him, look buster, I've been driving for over a week now, so whatev. I'm thinking, seriously? You are barking mad if you think I'm not driving already. He was all kinds of positive about Sad Foot. I'm picturing myself in strappy sandals in time for summer!
You NEED leggings for dresses up there this time of year. Target has really really good ones for like $7 and they come in Tall---say it with me!:Yip Skip Yippee! and colors!
Re: Wherein Jesus visits and smacks down Godzilla
Date: 2011-03-16 02:59 pm (UTC)I was wearing tights yesterday -- I guess they're not as warm as leggings? Anyway, I will definitely swing by Tarjay this very afternoon. I'm feeling a great urge to go girly and wear dresses!!
Viz bathhouses -- actually it's not quite true I've never been in one. I've been in mikvehs, and then long, long ago when I was in Morocco for ten days or so, twice I went to the women's bathhouse there. I guess the thing is this is a men's bathhouse but it's not a gay bathhouse. So I'm thinking utilitarian -- cement walls, cement floors, cement benches. Also my POV character gets slightly disoriented and almost starts hallucinating -- so when he sees the trail of blood, at first he thinks it's a piece of thread. What the hell is a piece of red thread doing in a Russian bathhouse? he thinks. Anyhoo, a difficult scene to pull off with any conviction.
Happy news about Sad Foot. My former brother-in-law -- would that make him now my brother outlaw? -- broke his pelvis in a riding accident last year, and by faithfully following his doctor's orders to stay off it (which his doctor said nobody eve does) was walking around again in 6 weeks. So I am glad you are staying off Sad Foot.
Re: Wherein Jesus visits and smacks down Godzilla
Date: 2011-03-16 05:05 pm (UTC)Yes, leggings are like tight pants. But looks like opaque tights. It is a win win in the cold. Look cute & don't freeze.
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