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Tomorrow, I have to go up to Nelson Bay for the wedding of my cousin. She's having it on a beach, which will hopefully hold nice weather, and not piss down. Yesterday, my grandfather turned ninety, and told me to bring cute girls to Xmas. If it was for him, or for me, I'm not quite sure.

This is a bit of a rambling update, I think.

I've been pleased with the response that Anna and I are getting from Nowhere Near Savannah, in that each week, more people seem to be getting behind it. I figured it'd be a slow burn of a thing, and it still is, but I'm quite satisfied with it's being received so far. Next week things are kicked up a notch, in that the plots begin to get laid down, and it's not just the funny. Of course, it still is. At any rate, we've forty nine weeks left, and Anna is up to week ten, and I'm up to week fifteen, so the pair of us are moving along well. Anna doesn't keep a webpage, by the way, but she's on facebook, and you can leave her messages there if you have the urge. Her page is full of lies, like her very conservative political outlook. Myself, I'm still trying to overcome my dislike for facebook--post content for the post content generation, Cat Sparks (catsparx) called it, and yeah, right? Some guy I went to school with found me the other week. In he's profile he's wearing an akubra, lives out in Dubbo, and is, unlike Anna, conservative in his outlook. Good thing we have that High School connection, otherwise we might have nothing to talk about.

Why doesn't he message me?

Heh.

Anyhow: this week also saw the release of 'Possession', a new Red Sun story, and which B (bluetyson called "Busted and Shafted Return. 3 out of 5." Can't win them all, huh? The story is up and can be read, still, so you should.

Speaking of short fiction, I'm at the point where I have nothing written, and only three pieces in the line for next year.* I've got a couple of ideas, though, and it's really just a matter of getting my shit together and sitting down and writing. Everything is finding it's place since my return, so it shouldn't be so hard. Also, once I've got Across the Seven Continents of the Underworld finished, I'm even going to sit and write a novella, which by the looks of it will be called 'Convicts', and I reckon I'm going to use it to anchor together a collection, and then see if there's interest in that round. If it doesn't happen, you heard it here, first. If you've got some interest in what you'd like to see in it, drop it in the comments, because at this stage, there's nothing set down in ink.

Yesterday I turned in my New York Times piece, which will hopefully go down well. I think I might have to get some sort of decent head shot before the next week is up, which will more than likely involve me messaging L, who is doing the charity thing I mentioned before, and I will likely be able to convince to give me a half decent photograph.

Speaking of L, she sent a group email to the guys she has involved in her charity book this week. At the bottom was a note to one guy who had recently got a haircut. Apparently it was a really good haircut, because he'd just got offered fifteen grand for a modeling gig.

If only I'd been born with beautiful hair, huh?

Still, maybe it's time for me to get a wig and a haircut, and start bring in the cash from those fifty buck dirty porno jobs no one else wants. The glamour, it could be all mine. Incidentally, did you know Lydia Millet had a job at Hustler? This I loved, however:

Every book Millet writes is different from the last, which may be why she's had so many different publishers. The Washington Post has said that she's staked her novelistic reputation on taking chances, but Millet just says that she'd be bored to death if she had to repeat herself. Her books are satirical and political (she calls herself “left of liberal”), but never predictable.


Lydia Millet is my hero.

To end this post, I give you a video of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs 'Date With the Night', which I really dig the energy for.






* 'The Funeral, Ruined', in Paper Cities, 'David Bowie' in 2012, and 'The Nabokov' with Steph Campisi in The Surreal Botany Field Guide, which may or may not be out next year.

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coppervale
Nov. 29th, 2007 02:15 am (UTC)
Yeah - I dig Lydia too. (And am actually a distant relative - my Mom's a Millet).

And the Hustler building is very cool. You can meet up with Flynt's dumbass nephew in the elevator.
benpeek
Nov. 29th, 2007 02:43 am (UTC)
is he working in it?
coppervale
Nov. 29th, 2007 03:30 am (UTC)
"Working'. Heh.

More like mooching.

I have some friends with an office there (one the son of the fashion multimillionaire guy Max Azria). It's across the hall from Rob Zombie.

So at any given time, you can he in the elevator with Rob, or Flynt's idiot nephew, who mostly brags about how he likes to mingle with the 'little people'.
benpeek
Nov. 29th, 2007 04:21 am (UTC)
he sounds like a charmer, he does. i imagine him and zombie are best buds ;)
kathrynlinge
Nov. 29th, 2007 03:42 am (UTC)
I live in Nelson's Bay for about 6 months. A fire truck came to my kindy.

(Also, picked up Pure and radiant Heart on your recc and on sale a couple of months ago. Not got round to reading it yet. too many books!!!)
benpeek
Nov. 29th, 2007 04:22 am (UTC)
you should read it. it's cool.

maybe a fire truck will be at rach's wedding.
ohilya
Nov. 29th, 2007 03:25 pm (UTC)
Gotta admit that Facebook is a good way to keep in touch with people who are either (a) inept at responding by email (i.e. me), (b) not using a chat client, (c) half a world away and therefore too expensive to call every so often.

The rest is either (i) voyeurism or (ii) another way to show off homemade photography. I wanted to say "photocrappy," but that would be disingenuous, as there are some decent photos out there.
benpeek
Nov. 29th, 2007 10:34 pm (UTC)
yeah, well there is that. of course, for people who it's expensive to call, you can just use skype or a program that allows voice...
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