I’m certainly doing better than I was yesterday. I ran into a bunch of people I knew, all together, and I really wanted to go out with them, but I was feeling so ill I warned them away, telling them I was sick sick sick and that they’d best stay clear. (Jerome, the French artist I know and see around once in a while, shook hands with me anyway, and I sternly advised him to wash his hand.) It was awful, awful, awfulawful. I took a taxi home though it wasn’t dark yet, and simply lay down and read one …
Author: gordsellar
By the Way
Adam, dude, you are weird. You posted a link to this on your page. Of course, that’s why we all think so highly of you. But you’re still freakin’ weird. (Applause.)
Cold and Smoky and Lightless and But Quite Miserable (And Most Decidedly Not Dead, By Some Strange Stroke of Luck)
It’s been a few days since my last update. On Thursday the power cut out sometime in the afternoon, so I decided to go into town and pass the time. Usually it cuts back in during the evening, so I figured it would be okay. I ran into my Kazakh-American friend and we had some chai and dinner, and then I headed back to the house. Luckily, the power was on that night. Friday was a different story: the power cut out in the morning, but I just stayed in and read some Don Quixote until I was too chilly …
Absent Friends
This week’s F5 question is Morgaine‘s. Well, I’ve been thinking about absent friends – the people you just aren’t in contact with any more, for whatever reason. Maybe it was intentional, on either of your parts, maybe there is something unresolved between you, maybe you just lost a phone number or address and you would be in touch, if only you could! – so: Who are the five people from your past you would most like to be able to see, speak to or simply communicate with, by whatever means? Why did you lost touch? What would you tell them …
I met a religious patriarch, nah nah. But it was anticlimactic.
Hey all. So last night, I had plans to go to a movie, but it was starting late so I went to a nice little cafe for masala chai and banana bread. It was cool, I had this long conversation with a couple of Tibetan kids, children of the owners of the restaurant. The older boy, I think his name was Denzin Lagba, was quite bright, and asked me many questions about Korea; we had a fairly interesting discussion of cultural differences. I actually found it very interesting, and that’s saying something when it’s about a conversation with an eleven-year-old …
A Day Out
I spent the morning writing, and once again Sala, the woman who comes to clean every once in a while, interrupted my reverie in Neil’s past. So I wrote a little more, and decided to have a day out of the house. I’m still working on how to start showing one major element of the plot early on, so that it’s not just banging the reader on the head, and there are some obvious PLACES to do that, but not obvious methods. So I’m going to think that over, look around me here and see what I can find, and …
I love the way Adam puts a perspective on things…
Like this link on his site: Senile eunuch-by-choice bothered by media portrayal of sex, contraception and homosexuality. Actually, his link is different, I used his text to link to his page. It’s a lovely point he makes. He also turned us on to another mad quiz: . Tired of being underappreciated and manipulated by powerful “others,” you fight back. Though possesssing a cold, violent outside, you have a soft, scentimental inside. You love your partner, you cherish family heirlooms, and you want nothing more than to be geniunely happy — but you don’t mind having to kill a couple of …
Not much to report…
…except that I’ve surpassed 123,400 words. If this were a romance novel it’d eb long enough to publish. But I have higher standards, like rounding out the plot, for example. Anyway, I think I’m either 2/5 or 3/5 finished. I just needed some time away from the PC to figure out how to fit two major areas of plot together. It’s all coming along well except the presence of one major thing needs to be more distributed all the way along in my book. Happily, that’s doable. So I’ve got some real work ahead of me, but I think I …
No Monkeys, But I Saw A Goatherd…
…and a flock of goats, too. Is flock the right word? I don’t know. It was quite the sight, actually… old fellow crouched on the top of a gorge, tying on his turban and calling out every once in a while to the goats so they wouldn’t run off too far. I was also paying very close attention to a lot of the plants as I walked into town today. I keep seeing leaves in shapes I’ve never seen before. I think I shall steal some leaves to make a lamp; I know a place I can go to get …
Still quite worth it…
… but I wish they hadn’t run off… I was looking for an earring for my buddy Seong Hwan when I heard a couple of girls talking Korean in the shop I was in. They were trying to get the shop owner to tell them about pricing for shawls, related to percentge of wool, silk, and cashmere. One of them spoke pretty good English, but the other was having trouble, so I asked them if they were from Korea. We ended up spending 3 hours trying that shop and then another shop, where the taller girl had “befriended” the shopowner. …