The Turner Prize; it felt like cozy outrageousness, nothing so safe as a happily married father of two who likes to wear dresses. It was Anya Gallaccio who lingered, because what she did left me looking differently at the world, seeing the scrapes left ivy in the pollutant veneer on overpasses, the tide-marks left by roadsweepers along the inner limits of the pavements on Cowley Road, the fallen leaves pressed into the grit of bus-lanes, all those marks left on permenance by things that are supposed to be momentary. The stains on my wall from all the mosquitos I killed. And the Chapman Brothers who should have won, of course. Want to greaten your genitals? I finally got sick of losing my breath whenever I had long conversations with my boss and took my deep, painful coughs and aching throat to the Doctors. I have a virus. I need to rest. No time to rest. Buy a home the for the Birds Keep thinking about words but only producing fragments (farraginous nonsense that passes for good practice need more space for progressive distraction that will actually advance my progress towards adequation). Looking through beautiful story books for gifts for neices and nephews; in the end decide they're too tiny for anything except Seuss board books. The only thing we had in common was tove jannsson and gin. So. Eventually I get onto publicising the Picky Picky Game, cue confused and critical comments from people who don't understand why it doesn't have a 100% logical narrative. trucks have plans, you should too Sigh. I want to work for this company.
All week noting odd bits down while I panic more and more about the muck and dust in my house I just don't seem to be able to get rid of. Wisdom from the piles of spam: Microsoft windows necessity control your PC. I probably need to just throw away more stuff, but even throwing things away takes time. i know u sick, i have drug that can cure ur sickness. Against my expectations was rather angry that Grayson Perry won - Current Mood:queer
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Well, it worked for my kitchen:-)
(he's like a brownie, you know - just leave out a plate of organic rice, and...)
(Jamie was in town? Pants!)
Language is so ambivalent.
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> what happened to 3 in a bed?
the wallpaper cover ... that's going back a bit. Minute Steaks era. I collected all the bits from Minute Steaks into a squarebound volume called Closets and Cloisters -- finally finishing off the Alex/Kate storyline for good. The Kate/Mirriam storyline expanded into a story called "My Summer in Hell" but there was so little interest in the ashcan I never printed it up. It was a pretty miserable story ... By that time I'd rather lost interest in students and yanked everyone forward a few years to a house share, for RENT -- but all I did was an introductory six-pager and a Christmas special.
I think I stopped because I just couldn't maintain it as a light-hearted sex comedy and didn't want the be always writing about miserable people. And then there was Sutton (a new character) who was too close to the bone with some stuff going on in my life ... but then, nothing lasts forever.
Glad you're enjoying TWS.
P.S. I think everything I mentioned above is available in grubby photocopied whatsit form. Except for the book, they sold out. I'll send it over if you want, it's just gathering dust under my computer table.