The Migratory Complex

Hmm.

I'm an awful blogger.

For a very brief moment in time (about a week) and sort-of/semi/kind-of as a NY resolution, I envisioned myself journaling in this space regularly. I even said to myself, 'You know Edo, this isn't like the paper journals that you always abandon after the fourth entry. This is different.'

Entirely not so, apparently. The only difference online is when I do get a second wind, I don't get to crack open a fresh, new notebook with the spirals still round and springy -- I have to say, it's not quite as invigorating to post over four-month old entries.

Maybe I should start again with a different username.

finally saw The Prestige last night. Loved the dark un-hollywood ending and wonderful reversals; the wild goose chase that actually leads to a very cool McGuffin (although I'm not sure how it worked?).

Anyone read the novel?

Finally took some pictures of the new pieces coming out of the kiln -- here's what we've been working on so far this year:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/momoglass/

"My Name is Red" Orhan Pamuk

I never saw this guy on the bookshelf until he won the Nobel. *great* so far.

The previous owners of the house decided it would be fun to paint the fireplace mantel like theatre curtains. They did a fine job, but it looks ridiculous. And it's too dark to paint over. So we're finally getting around to it...

The word of the day is 'spatula'.

* scrape scrape scrape *

Finished revisions on the Canegirl in Tocon story (now titled 'The Names You Had Before')...it's 500 words longer now :P Hopefully I can cut it back some on small-edit revisions. I haven't read that 10% book but I think I get the gist of it from the title.

If anyone's going to the post office soon, I can paypal you $$ for postage. (I think I'll send it to F&SF first).

Now Reading: The Avram Davidson Treasury (Thanks Kris!), "The Last Temptation of Christ" Nikos Kazantzakis, "Light on Yoga" B.K.S. Iyengar

internet in the house -- weee :) I apologize for being so out of touch, we had a tremendously busy December and moving hemispheres is always a disorienting experience. Things are settling down here, we've been doing work on the house, the workshop is in order with a brand new sound system, today i'm upstairs in my writing bubble and revising the Canegirl story I posted to Miscue a few months ago.

Summer is warm and resplendent here. We made it to the beach last week for a couple days of sun and sand and tennis-football.

Hmm. I'm feeling lazy about it right now but someday soon I'll write a bit more about Tandil and the life here. It's starting to feel like home, at least for part of the year.

Landed in Buenos Aires Dec 26 and swarmed by Rosie´s side of the family ever since. Up to six nephews between all her sisters and brothers and they sure do potentiate each other. Noise Factor 9 for most of seven days around the house, culminating in a lovely NYE family party with all the little kiddies and the mommies and the pappies and the still-withouts dancing to electronic balkan beats and wandering out to the sidewalk after midnight to watch the fireworks blasting and blooming quite randomly and for over twenty minutes across the city blocks. Rosie says it looks as if this year was a good one for everybody, generally speaking, financially. Most everyone is on a tight budget here and fireworks are certainly a caprice. Rosie remembers the NYE following the crisis in 2001, hardly a rocket went up and they were all the cheap kind.

Recovering from serious overdose of children-yelling (am I really going to have one someday?!) by tearing old wallpaper, sanding and painting neglected walls, pruning the garden, and drinking lots of malbec. Happy New Year to everyone and lets make it a good one :-)

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Hmm. Christmas shows started last weekend and I haven't made much headway on this one. Researching the Mexican underworld (for the story) has been fun.

Sales at the show have been steady but slow. The show has long hours, 10 am - 8 pm from Thursday to Sunday. Rosie sent me to the coffee shop today, since two people in the booth all day can make each other edgy and the shoppers nervous.

And here I am, procrastinating :)

Back from Mexico, tanned and relaxed and renewed. Lots to tell, though I feel strangely ambivalent about journaling on it. Too busy working on a new story. It's the first story I've begun since we returned to the US in May, which confirms that work this year has been very good but also very bad.

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