lookingland

last night i wrote three sentences. er, not exactly the fabulous outpouring of words i had hoped for. and one of the sentences doesn't even count since it was a quote from the Bible.

i'm having that "cold and in the garage for too long" problem. can't quite get the engine to turn over.

i'm still having difficulty picking the right place to begin. i actually had a thought yesterday that maybe i oughta use dates, but i really hate dates in books. they go right over my head.

there's something about bassico's Silk in the way he contextualizes the world of the story by presenting a short list of what's happening globally. and i am reminded of the parable quality of his work (as well as fermine's). there was a descriptor to this book that called it a fable. a fable about longing, loss, and the paradoxes of destiny. or some such. i don't necessarily argue with that. except that it's not really fabulous, now is it?

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it's sir arthur conan doyle's b-day today. Google has a cool commemorative logo to celebrate today.

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in other news, i've been watching the barbaro story. i want to preface this by saying that i think horse-racing is barbaric, but i respect the tradition of it in the same way that i respect bull-fighting in spite of my disapproval.

for those of you who are also following, you know they give barbaro a 50-50 for survival. his ankle was shattered so bad that he's now got 23 pins just holding it together. normally you put a horse down if it has this bad an injury.