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further notes from West Coyoteville
Jul. 9th, 2003 07:26 pmMood still very much in flux today, which is annoying me no end; I suspect heat, mild illness, and vagaries of diet are all playing their nefarious parts, as is lack of exercise (although my legs are aching rather pleasantly today, from a late-night ride from Williamsburg up to my old stomping grounds in Astoria). Had a lunch date today with a friend; was contemplating asking her if we could reschedule when she called; I was so entranced by the way she pronounced "Caffe Pane e Cioccolato," a place to which I'd never been, that I stuck to the script. I'm glad I did; we had the pleasant flirtatious charge we have whenever we're together, and she told me something that makes August look even more interesting than it did previously. Quite nice to catch up on the last several months.
After that, to Union Square B&N to pick up Dan Bruce's The Thru-Hiker's Handbook, a manual on hiking the Appalachian Trail; then, to work. My oddly plangent mood of yesterday returned somewhat as the afternoon progressed; decided to give myself a writing project to stave it off. When a friend of mine passed away recently, I wrote her a poem, then scattered the paper's ashes on the winds; although those specific words are private, I'm going to experiment with converting them to the sestina form- just enough of a disguise to make the words shareable, at least in my eyes. (If you're not familiar, a precis on the sestina form can be found here; it's enough of a technical challenge that I should be able to drag myself out of this benighted funk.)
With that, and certain new rules on food intake, and my camera out of the shop, and bike riding awaiting me, things should be better. (And, those who commented on my previous entry- thank you. My computer doesn't seem to be allowing me to reply to comments today- perhaps today should have been a red pill day- but your words were read, and felt, and appreciated.
(Also, does anyone know where I could find a book on 1920s-specific slang, for an unrelated writing project? I have a few lexicons of slang of various periods, but none which are 1920s-specific. There's a book by Eric Partridge, but it's out of print, alas.)
After that, to Union Square B&N to pick up Dan Bruce's The Thru-Hiker's Handbook, a manual on hiking the Appalachian Trail; then, to work. My oddly plangent mood of yesterday returned somewhat as the afternoon progressed; decided to give myself a writing project to stave it off. When a friend of mine passed away recently, I wrote her a poem, then scattered the paper's ashes on the winds; although those specific words are private, I'm going to experiment with converting them to the sestina form- just enough of a disguise to make the words shareable, at least in my eyes. (If you're not familiar, a precis on the sestina form can be found here; it's enough of a technical challenge that I should be able to drag myself out of this benighted funk.)
With that, and certain new rules on food intake, and my camera out of the shop, and bike riding awaiting me, things should be better. (And, those who commented on my previous entry- thank you. My computer doesn't seem to be allowing me to reply to comments today- perhaps today should have been a red pill day- but your words were read, and felt, and appreciated.
(Also, does anyone know where I could find a book on 1920s-specific slang, for an unrelated writing project? I have a few lexicons of slang of various periods, but none which are 1920s-specific. There's a book by Eric Partridge, but it's out of print, alas.)
