News Flash: The Sky Stopped Falling
Mar. 16th, 2011 09:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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.
