Rob and I recorded Chapter 7 today. We started into Chapter 8, but I realized that because of travel I hadn’t spent enough time with the text and was stripping the meaning from the narrative. Nice. So, Rob trotted off to get us some lunch and I read the chapter aloud to get it more settled. We’ll record 8 and 9 on Saturday.
I got some work done at home and my nephew came online and wanted to chat again. I’m not quite sure what to make of this. He’s writing what I can only describe as Dadaist Science-Fiction.
Then it was off to have dinner with the witty Mr. Lake. He has a shiny red convertible and the weather was perfect.
Rob and I saw Children of Men tonight. Oh, that’s a good film. While I had a very nice date, I can’t recommend this as a date film. It’s very moving, but pretty bleak.
You have such a wonderful concentration of genre writers up there in Portland. I’m jealous.
It reminds me a lot of the concentration in Southern California from the last generation. That one includes Larry Niven, Jerry Pournelle, David Gerrold, Harlan Ellison, D.C. Fontana, and many others.
It’s been really great, but I haven’t been able to take advantage of it much, since I spend most of my time out of town.
Dadaist Science-Fiction
???? what is that? sort of like TaxiPunk?
Heh. No, but that’s a bizarre and interesting movement.
It’s SF that is deliberately nonsensical. My nephew is experimenting with narrative gibberish. All of the sentences make sense, the story is even evident, but it still manages to be anti-story and gibberish. And he’s doing it on purpose, since he introduced me to it with, “I like this one. It’s complete gibberish.”
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I’d recommend he read James Joyce then.
TaxiPunk – lol! I wish I could remember where I saw the blog, it was hilarious. I particularly liked Taxidriver from Pompeii -there are only so many he can save…
I’ll suggest that, although since he’s only 13, I don’t know if I want to scar him for life.
I had a Irish professor in grad school who, when asked about a certain problem, said in his thick Irish accent, “It’s like reading Finnegan’s Wake–a complete waste of time.”
He denied saying it afterwards, but I wouldn’t have imagined something that made me laugh that hard.
I liked that film a lot.
I saw Bobby today, did you see that?
I haven’t yet. Did you like it?
I really did… lots of people haven’t, I heard, but I did. They used old footage of Bobby, and then wrote a story around it that (in my opinion) created characters out of various aspects of his personality… it was good.