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averygoodun42Whee. I just wrote over a thousand words for the next chapter of SMHC. It's mostly crap, but it has salvageable bits. And it's progress. I still haven't got through the really difficult bit, though. I stopped just short. =)
It's funny, but as I was writing it, I noticed the tone had shifted to a storybook feel. Or rather, picture book. That's not a good thing. Especially not for this chapter.
Anyway, that's the update.
Otherwise, things are going well for me and mine. Grampa has continued improving, although we still don't know if he's stopped bleeding completely. But he's now happy.
Vancouver is... is. Today is absolutely beautiful. One of those perfect spring days where it is sunny and warm without being hot, everything is in bloom and people are happy. We went to the local playground and Babe ran around happily for about 3/4 of an hour. We had to drag him away (kicking and screaming, although it was only a brief objection), and when we came back he had a nice long nap. Better yet, he woke up cheerful. That hasn't happened in quite a while, him waking from a nap cheerful, that is.
And now I basically have a 1.5 week vacation ahead of me. It's good, but I think I'll be glad to get home to Geoff.
And, as it's vacation, I've found the time and inclination to read. So far I have two books to recommend.
The first is "Change your Brain, Change your Life" by Dr. Daniel G. Amen. It isn't a terribly new book, nor is the information within new, but it is compelling having all that new age, self-help stuff verified independently and scientifically. He proves with empirical evidence that thinking good thoughts, treating yourself and everyone around you with respect and love, and such is good for you. It can cure depression, anxiety, paranoia and just about any number of psychological disorders and their corresponding physical traits. There are all sorts of good "prescriptions" for good health, which range from visualization to Prozac, with the biggest recommendation being killing ANTs.
It's well written and is generally intriguing if you've an interest in psychological matters.
The other book is "They Call Me Naughty Lola" edited by David Rose. This is hilarious. And interesting. And did I mention it's funny? It is a collection of personal ads from the London Review of Books.
Sample: 'I am not an accountant. Box no. 7542
"These ads are all very funny now. But will they be funny in two months' time when you've missed your period? Comprehensive-school sex educationalist (F, 57) seeks man for relationship based on knowing grimaces, OHPs of bearded men, and front-of-class demonstrations involving cucumbers. Syphilis isn't a tow in Eastern Europe, you know. Box no. 6331"
And, to complement that: "Box no. 0408. I missed my period. Box no. 7765"
"Tonight, female LRB readers to 90, I am the hunter and you are my quarry. 117-year-old male Norfolk Viagra bootlegger finally in the mood for a bit of young totty. Which realistically could be any one of you with working hip joints and a minimum 20% lung capacity. Hopeful right through the Complan and Horlicks main course at box no. 3112."
"I always begin the LRB at the personals. Then I drink. Then I weep. Then I move on to the articles. I drink some more. I weep some more. Then I hit the letters page. You can see where I'm heading here? Thats right, it's straight to the claims court and if these personal ads don't get ay better I'm going to sue each and every one of you. Depressed, anxious alcoholic M (41) means business, so too does his legal representation (M, 38, cha-cha enthusiast, and M, 42, bit of a chubster but cute to boot). Box no. 6334."
"Chew your food. It's better for your digestion and improves the facial muscles. Also, it breaks up the signals from the taps government agents place inside potato-based products. Want more tips? Write to South West man (41) with big heart and untraceable phone-line. Box no. 7431"
There are many, many more, and these really aren't the best. Oh, but the title is based on: "They call me naughty Lola. Run-of-the-mill beardy physicist (M, 46). Box no. 4023."
BTW: It's really annoying having blinding insights into my own character. Good, but annoying.
Oh, and I've decided that if Geoff is interested (which I think he will be), I want to write a comic book with him.
It's funny, but as I was writing it, I noticed the tone had shifted to a storybook feel. Or rather, picture book. That's not a good thing. Especially not for this chapter.
Anyway, that's the update.
Otherwise, things are going well for me and mine. Grampa has continued improving, although we still don't know if he's stopped bleeding completely. But he's now happy.
Vancouver is... is. Today is absolutely beautiful. One of those perfect spring days where it is sunny and warm without being hot, everything is in bloom and people are happy. We went to the local playground and Babe ran around happily for about 3/4 of an hour. We had to drag him away (kicking and screaming, although it was only a brief objection), and when we came back he had a nice long nap. Better yet, he woke up cheerful. That hasn't happened in quite a while, him waking from a nap cheerful, that is.
And now I basically have a 1.5 week vacation ahead of me. It's good, but I think I'll be glad to get home to Geoff.
And, as it's vacation, I've found the time and inclination to read. So far I have two books to recommend.
The first is "Change your Brain, Change your Life" by Dr. Daniel G. Amen. It isn't a terribly new book, nor is the information within new, but it is compelling having all that new age, self-help stuff verified independently and scientifically. He proves with empirical evidence that thinking good thoughts, treating yourself and everyone around you with respect and love, and such is good for you. It can cure depression, anxiety, paranoia and just about any number of psychological disorders and their corresponding physical traits. There are all sorts of good "prescriptions" for good health, which range from visualization to Prozac, with the biggest recommendation being killing ANTs.
It's well written and is generally intriguing if you've an interest in psychological matters.
The other book is "They Call Me Naughty Lola" edited by David Rose. This is hilarious. And interesting. And did I mention it's funny? It is a collection of personal ads from the London Review of Books.
Sample: 'I am not an accountant. Box no. 7542
"These ads are all very funny now. But will they be funny in two months' time when you've missed your period? Comprehensive-school sex educationalist (F, 57) seeks man for relationship based on knowing grimaces, OHPs of bearded men, and front-of-class demonstrations involving cucumbers. Syphilis isn't a tow in Eastern Europe, you know. Box no. 6331"
And, to complement that: "Box no. 0408. I missed my period. Box no. 7765"
"Tonight, female LRB readers to 90, I am the hunter and you are my quarry. 117-year-old male Norfolk Viagra bootlegger finally in the mood for a bit of young totty. Which realistically could be any one of you with working hip joints and a minimum 20% lung capacity. Hopeful right through the Complan and Horlicks main course at box no. 3112."
"I always begin the LRB at the personals. Then I drink. Then I weep. Then I move on to the articles. I drink some more. I weep some more. Then I hit the letters page. You can see where I'm heading here? Thats right, it's straight to the claims court and if these personal ads don't get ay better I'm going to sue each and every one of you. Depressed, anxious alcoholic M (41) means business, so too does his legal representation (M, 38, cha-cha enthusiast, and M, 42, bit of a chubster but cute to boot). Box no. 6334."
"Chew your food. It's better for your digestion and improves the facial muscles. Also, it breaks up the signals from the taps government agents place inside potato-based products. Want more tips? Write to South West man (41) with big heart and untraceable phone-line. Box no. 7431"
There are many, many more, and these really aren't the best. Oh, but the title is based on: "They call me naughty Lola. Run-of-the-mill beardy physicist (M, 46). Box no. 4023."
BTW: It's really annoying having blinding insights into my own character. Good, but annoying.
Oh, and I've decided that if Geoff is interested (which I think he will be), I want to write a comic book with him.
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Date: 2007-05-05 07:13 am (UTC)