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Well, I'm still sick from Wiscon, though I am somewhat more confident than I was a few days ago that the sore throat and even the lingering cough may be gone by Fourth Street. I am not attending the playreading on Thursday, just in case.
This is a truly evil virus and has partially eaten my brain. I had a very odd experience a week or two ago. I was reading Cat Valente's The Orphan's Tales and was relieved that my feverish brain was not having any trouble at all with her lovely prose. But several narratives in, I started getting confused about how deep I was and who had done what to whom. I had already devoured The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making. It was perfect for reading while ill, though I expect to find things I missed while foggy when I reread it, which it also seems very well suited to. I really loved the book. The blurbs list influences like James Thurber, which I can very well see, but I think they left out Lewis Carroll. A lot of the peculiarities of my own dialogue come from the Alice books, and I think I know them when I see them. Fairyland is both warmer and darker than the Alice books, containing more humanity and more strangeness.
Anyway, I had finished that, so I reluctantly laid aside The Orphan's Tales and picked up a Kage Baker novel I had gotten at Uncle Hugo's some time ago. The prose is very different, but it, too, is a first-person narrative that begins with a young girl encountering terror and wonder, and for about the first half I kept thinking, "All right, the last tale before this was the grandmother's tale, so I have to remember that we'll back out of this at some point and I wonder when we will get back to the girl with the stories on her eyelids -- oh, wait." I loved the Baker too. I wonder if illness makes me uncritical, but I don't think so. I got very cranky about several other books I read while ill.
I signed up for my Fourth Street panels before I got sick, and am now muzzily looking at the descriptions and wondering if I can remember what I wanted to say.
Today's muzziness, however, I think is not caused by the virus. There were endless thunderstorms and torrential downpours last night. I was finally sleeping around five a.m. when the doorbell rang. I picked up the phone and listened, and heard a couple of voices saying things like, "I don't know if that's their open door there." They sound like the police, I thought, so I said, "Hello?" They were the police. I put some clothes on and for some reason got not just my keys but my cellphone, and went downstairs. Yep. Police. They said they had gotten a hang-up 911 call. I was much too sleepy to either recall their names or to ask what number the call had come from. I hope our house is not going to just suddenly start calling 911 at random. We have an ancient PBX intended for small offices, not readily replaceable except for huge sums. I hope it is not getting frisky in its old age.
I am reading you all, truly.
Pamela
Well, I'm still sick from Wiscon, though I am somewhat more confident than I was a few days ago that the sore throat and even the lingering cough may be gone by Fourth Street. I am not attending the playreading on Thursday, just in case.
This is a truly evil virus and has partially eaten my brain. I had a very odd experience a week or two ago. I was reading Cat Valente's The Orphan's Tales and was relieved that my feverish brain was not having any trouble at all with her lovely prose. But several narratives in, I started getting confused about how deep I was and who had done what to whom. I had already devoured The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making. It was perfect for reading while ill, though I expect to find things I missed while foggy when I reread it, which it also seems very well suited to. I really loved the book. The blurbs list influences like James Thurber, which I can very well see, but I think they left out Lewis Carroll. A lot of the peculiarities of my own dialogue come from the Alice books, and I think I know them when I see them. Fairyland is both warmer and darker than the Alice books, containing more humanity and more strangeness.
Anyway, I had finished that, so I reluctantly laid aside The Orphan's Tales and picked up a Kage Baker novel I had gotten at Uncle Hugo's some time ago. The prose is very different, but it, too, is a first-person narrative that begins with a young girl encountering terror and wonder, and for about the first half I kept thinking, "All right, the last tale before this was the grandmother's tale, so I have to remember that we'll back out of this at some point and I wonder when we will get back to the girl with the stories on her eyelids -- oh, wait." I loved the Baker too. I wonder if illness makes me uncritical, but I don't think so. I got very cranky about several other books I read while ill.
I signed up for my Fourth Street panels before I got sick, and am now muzzily looking at the descriptions and wondering if I can remember what I wanted to say.
Today's muzziness, however, I think is not caused by the virus. There were endless thunderstorms and torrential downpours last night. I was finally sleeping around five a.m. when the doorbell rang. I picked up the phone and listened, and heard a couple of voices saying things like, "I don't know if that's their open door there." They sound like the police, I thought, so I said, "Hello?" They were the police. I put some clothes on and for some reason got not just my keys but my cellphone, and went downstairs. Yep. Police. They said they had gotten a hang-up 911 call. I was much too sleepy to either recall their names or to ask what number the call had come from. I hope our house is not going to just suddenly start calling 911 at random. We have an ancient PBX intended for small offices, not readily replaceable except for huge sums. I hope it is not getting frisky in its old age.
I am reading you all, truly.
Pamela
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Date: 2011-06-22 02:14 am (UTC)(Seriously, your books are quite relevant, but I know you better than that.)
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Date: 2011-06-22 04:33 am (UTC)P.
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Date: 2011-06-22 12:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-22 02:28 am (UTC)I hope you're feeling better soon, and that you've made a complete recovery by Fourth Street. I wish I could be there this year.
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Date: 2011-06-22 04:34 am (UTC)I wish you could be there too, but I do see the problem.
P.
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Date: 2011-06-22 02:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-22 04:34 am (UTC)It's kind of sticky for real soup, but the virtual kind is just the ticket.
P.
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Date: 2011-06-22 02:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-22 04:35 am (UTC)P.
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Date: 2011-06-22 10:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-22 03:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-22 04:36 am (UTC)I have no information on that point (whether Cat ever sleeps), but I am wildly admiring and envious.
P.
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Date: 2011-06-22 05:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-22 04:31 am (UTC)I have no idea just what Alma and the Telstra lady were getting up to or how this happened - Telstra didn't seem to know either - but the affair persisted for about a year before Alma succumbed to old age.
Alma the Second was the recipient of lengthy rants and confidences from a friend of mine, but she did not consort with Telstra's automated messages, which was probably a good thing.
(Alma the Third is still going strong, though she can be a little eccentric about letting us know if someone has actually left a message. I think she likes to hold her secrets for a while.)
I hope you feel better soon.
love
Catherine
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Date: 2011-06-22 04:37 am (UTC)I have to go Google the Telstra lady now.
P.
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Date: 2011-06-22 04:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-22 04:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-22 11:58 am (UTC)Here are some pics of Under in the Mere, which, though it came out in November 2009, was something she began years and years ago. It's Arthuriana in the California desert.
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Date: 2011-06-22 12:16 pm (UTC)I had a friend whose cat once called 911. They were all very confused when the police showed up at the door...and then the police and my friend found the cat still pouncing on the phone.
/irrelevant story
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Date: 2011-06-22 02:30 pm (UTC)(I think you are the only person I know, who has a PBX in their house.)
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Date: 2011-06-22 03:04 pm (UTC)I struggled with a virus that turned into a nasty sinus infection for months - I hope your illness clears up quickly and completely. Damn little bugs.
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Date: 2011-06-22 03:54 pm (UTC)*germ-free hugs*
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Date: 2011-06-23 04:13 pm (UTC)I am impressed that your 22 yr old PBX system is still working. Other than some lamps, I think the only functioning electronics we have that are that old are my clock radio (bought in the early 80s because I had demolished 2 cheaper models by driving the snooze controls into the workings) and a coffee grinder of the same age. Everything else either became obsolete or ceased working.