Fahrenheit! God's Own Temperature Scale
Jan. 21st, 2019 08:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraIt’s zero fuckin’ degrees out. Zero! That’s Fahrenheit, God’s own temperature scale! None of that wimpish, dandified, Frenchified Centigrade shite for moi!
Today, we venerate the King of Kings—Martin Luther Jr.—by staying home and watching Netflix. Though Buff Ken, of course, is out there at six in the morning chiseling his driveway.
(Learn from Buff Ken!)
The eclipse was just WOW.
Though I couldn’t really let myself get hypnotized by it ‘cause you know—frostbite. So, I scampered in and out of the house at five-minute intervals to watch the Serpent devour the Moon. The Serpent was very hungry: The eclipse went fast. Last time I watched an eclipse, it seemed to go on for hours and hours; this one was full about an hour and a half after it started. A little before midnight.
I allowed myself five minutes to watch Artemis naked at her hunt. Stalking the stars whose names I could all identify thanks to the very handy and free-ee! app StarTracker Lite.
Then I went to bed.
Midnight is very late for me. If I don’t have social obligations, I generally go to bed at 9pm. Sleep is one of my very favorite things in the world, but never more so than in the winter when I would sleep 24 hours a day if I could.
I took like a billion pictures with my wonderful new iPhone ‘cause the eclipsing moon was an awe-inspiring sight to behold, so large in the sky! But, of course, the moon’s size is merely an optical illusion. As so many of the things we pay attention to are optical illusions.
It’s good to have these periodic reminders.
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Else?
Most of the stitching the patches together on Chapter 3 is done. Twelve hundred words yesterday!
Chapter 3 is the last of the actual scribbling I did on the Henry-and-June chapters before switching over to June’s post-Henry life: the affair I invented for June with a Hasid who was once a secular Jew but who joins the Movement after a stint in Auschwitz where his entire family is gassed; June’s vagrant life in the transient hotels of upper Broadway; June’s electroshock treatment at Bellvue; June’s discovery of empathy and subsequent career as a social worker.
(The Hasid has an affair with June because he wants to relearn how to please a woman sexually. He’s about to get married!)
Still to write from scratch: the scenes where June and Henry run a bar in the Village; the three-ways with Marion Fish (who is Jean Kronski in Sexus); the Paris scenes with Anais Nin; the all-important death scene in the Arizona desert.
I am not a big fan of Anais Nin, so I am looking forward to writing those scenes and making her as awful as possible. The Henry-and-June-Open-a-Bar-Together! scenes are a bit more problematic.
The Henry and June stuff has to be good because they’re the only reason why anyone would buy this novel.
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Plus I need to take the certification exam tonight so I can be a Tax Bwana this year.
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Tomorrow I start preparing for the Cruise. What to pack? My usual bag lady costumes simply will not do.
Today, we venerate the King of Kings—Martin Luther Jr.—by staying home and watching Netflix. Though Buff Ken, of course, is out there at six in the morning chiseling his driveway.
(Learn from Buff Ken!)
The eclipse was just WOW.
Though I couldn’t really let myself get hypnotized by it ‘cause you know—frostbite. So, I scampered in and out of the house at five-minute intervals to watch the Serpent devour the Moon. The Serpent was very hungry: The eclipse went fast. Last time I watched an eclipse, it seemed to go on for hours and hours; this one was full about an hour and a half after it started. A little before midnight.
I allowed myself five minutes to watch Artemis naked at her hunt. Stalking the stars whose names I could all identify thanks to the very handy and free-ee! app StarTracker Lite.
Then I went to bed.
Midnight is very late for me. If I don’t have social obligations, I generally go to bed at 9pm. Sleep is one of my very favorite things in the world, but never more so than in the winter when I would sleep 24 hours a day if I could.
I took like a billion pictures with my wonderful new iPhone ‘cause the eclipsing moon was an awe-inspiring sight to behold, so large in the sky! But, of course, the moon’s size is merely an optical illusion. As so many of the things we pay attention to are optical illusions.
It’s good to have these periodic reminders.
###
Else?
Most of the stitching the patches together on Chapter 3 is done. Twelve hundred words yesterday!
Chapter 3 is the last of the actual scribbling I did on the Henry-and-June chapters before switching over to June’s post-Henry life: the affair I invented for June with a Hasid who was once a secular Jew but who joins the Movement after a stint in Auschwitz where his entire family is gassed; June’s vagrant life in the transient hotels of upper Broadway; June’s electroshock treatment at Bellvue; June’s discovery of empathy and subsequent career as a social worker.
(The Hasid has an affair with June because he wants to relearn how to please a woman sexually. He’s about to get married!)
Still to write from scratch: the scenes where June and Henry run a bar in the Village; the three-ways with Marion Fish (who is Jean Kronski in Sexus); the Paris scenes with Anais Nin; the all-important death scene in the Arizona desert.
I am not a big fan of Anais Nin, so I am looking forward to writing those scenes and making her as awful as possible. The Henry-and-June-Open-a-Bar-Together! scenes are a bit more problematic.
The Henry and June stuff has to be good because they’re the only reason why anyone would buy this novel.
###
Plus I need to take the certification exam tonight so I can be a Tax Bwana this year.
###
Tomorrow I start preparing for the Cruise. What to pack? My usual bag lady costumes simply will not do.
