Before entering the music-listening, boxing-tape-watching phase of my day, I internet-surfed for a bit and learned, among other things, the meaning of the word "montane," as in montane forest, and then, while rooting around on IMDB, discovered that the next Michael Gondry project is a Rudy Rucker novel, Master of Time and Space. Hmm. Gondry (Eternal Sunshine, etc.) and Rucker might be a great combination. It's scheduled for 2009. Here's hoping it doesn't go away.
The mail brings two catalogues, no checks, a DVD (Morgan's Ferry) starring Kelly McGillis--I'm something of a McGillis completist--and Ben Peek's new book, Black Sheep (thanks, Ben), a dystopian novel on racism. Sounds fun, though for me that old Star Trek episode about the guys whose faces were half-white half-black said it all. :)
While watching the first boxing tape, I become depressed, because there aren't any fighters around today who could stay in more than a few rounds with guys like Tommy Hearns; then I think about writing again, which implies that writing is an article of depression. What's the longest title of a story? I can't recall--probably something by Harlan. I try to come up with a long title. I recall a line from a song I wrote for my second wife, a anthropologist specializing in Tibetan Studies:
I've Got Those Way Down Below The Himalayas In A Secret Cavern Burns A Flame Brighter Than The Sun Tibetan Blues
If not the longest, at least memorably long. I wonder what the story might be about. Wham. Now I've got three new stories. Maybe I'll dump one of the half-finished novellas.
And so it goes.
Here's some of the music I've been listening to. The Mabuses from their new album, Mabused: