sovay | I hear you polishing your teeth sometimes

The dentist observed that my front teeth were very sharply angled cutting surfaces, so she filled them in with with composite to a less wedgelike shape that should provide reinforcement against the pressure and torque of biting into things—although I have been cautioned against very hard breads—and prevent any further nectarine-esque disasters. I keep running my tongue over the new edges, which are much duller than I'm used to. I feel oddly defenseless against my natural predators.

I went back to the Harvard Book Store for Aaron Frisch and Gary Kelley's Dark Fiddler (2008), because for God's sake it's a children's picture book about Paganini. There has to be somebody I can warp at an early age with it. I returned home to the limited edition of Caitlín R. Kiernan's The Ammonite Violin & Others, with accompanying chapbook of "Sanderlings" and gorgeous jacket and endpapers by Richard Kirk. For obvious reasons, this is so much better than dentistry.

yhlee set me a music meme right before Readercon; I never posted the results. Have five songs that begin with the letter L. Tell me if you'd like a letter.

My Favorite, "L = P"

Alone in your dorm, you pull the fire alarm
You're scared of the words that you might write
If you stay in again tonight

Elysian Fields, "Lady in the Lake"

But it doesn't matter anyway
I'm on the wrong side of the water

PJ Harvey, "Liverpool Tide"

Shipwrecks above Liverpool's tide
We walk alone against the sky

Less Than Jake, "Look What Happened"

And I swear it's the last time
And I swear it's my last try
And we'll walk in circles around this whole block
Walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks
And we'll talk about leaving town
And we'll talk about leaving

The Secret History, "Love Theme (From the World That Never Was)"

I gave my life to Christ at a discount price
'Cause it was broken

I cannot understand why Peter Greenaway never filmed Angela Carter.

Rosa is winning. He is sending his music to Hollywood producers who believe the public will never tire of the Western. Who believe that guns and deserts, cow-boys, Indians and ranchers are the new and permanent mythology. Silenus is the whisky priest and Hercules is the rancher's saviour. Venus is the saloon vamp, Juno, the cow-boy's wife. Jupiter with a tin star is the good sheriff and Pluto, with the blood-stained whip, is the bad. All are settled on Mount Hollywood instead of Mount Olympus, where Crassus and Midas are Gods too, dealing the money, fingering the gold. Rosa is truly embarked on a lucrative career, writing music scores for assembly-line westerns. Does he think himself to be the Apollo or the Orpheus or the Marsyas of Mount Hollywood music?
—Peter Greenaway, Rosa (1993)

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What are your natural predators, Sovay?

... and in other news, guess what movie is to be delivered to us (so Netflix tells me) tomorrow? Cash on Demand!

What are your natural predators, Sovay?

See conversation below, I think.

... and in other news, guess what movie is to be delivered to us (so Netflix tells me) tomorrow? Cash on Demand!

Enjoy!

You have natural predators?

(Supernatural, more like)

You have natural predators?

All right, I'll worry about my efficacy against my natural prey!

I wasn't disputing, just curious and frightened to know what those predators are.

I wasn't disputing, just curious and frightened to know what those predators are.

I must have them: I cannot be so arrogant as to assume that I am an apex predator.

In the early days of the Little, Big Project, just when we were settling rather firmly on the idea of interweaving details from Peter Milton's art with the novel's text, I received an impassioned query from Richard Kirk seeking to be the artist for our edition. He sent a large print of an original work created with Little, Big in mind, portraying the freshly miniaturized Mrs. Underhill, Lilac, and the Stork they rode swooping around Sophie's bedroom. It was delicate and haunting and arrestingly vivid, full of vitality even as it portrayed a weird listlessness in all of the figures, a pervasive ennui; I found it filled with a despair wholly absent from the paragraphs it sought to portray. I sent it on to Magister Crowley, who was similarly impressed and similarly taken aback. There was never any question of changing our direction, yet we both remarked that there was more than enough room in the world for several "illustrated" editions of Little, Big, suitably spread out over the years, and part of me hopes that some day Mr. Kirk will have a chance to create art for one of them. I've seen very little of his work since, and precious little then; your praise reminds me that I look forward to one day seeing more of his work, though not yet -- not quite yet.

He sent a large print of an original work created with Little, Big in mind, portraying the freshly miniaturized Mrs. Underhill, Lilac, and the Stork they rode swooping around Sophie's bedroom. It was delicate and haunting and arrestingly vivid, full of vitality even as it portrayed a weird listlessness in all of the figures, a pervasive ennui; I found it filled with a despair wholly absent from the paragraphs it sought to portray.

I would like to have seen that. He has illustrated several projects of Caitlín's; I love his work and covet its investigation of her words.

Glad that your teeth are fixed, and that you have joined the ranks of the cyborg jaws! And as to predators, you can throw hard bread at them...

Glad that your teeth are fixed, and that you have joined the ranks of the cyborg jaws!

Yeah. I can just think of them as bionic teeth.

I'd meant to say that this is an awesome icon.

Am I correct in surmising that you're responsible for GBNBoG? In which case, I salute you--you're an inspiration to all of us who parody the planet Bore.

Yes, GBNBoG is my contribution to the modalities of western literature. Glad you like the cover!

Some tasty music there. Thanks!

---L.

Thanks!

Welcome!

Delighted that your teeth are repaired and less likely to be breaking. Mine are fairly dull anyhow, as I grind them in despite of mouth guards, so I'm at less risk already, but nonetheless I managed to take a spall out of one of them with a duck's leg a couple of Christmases ago.

I'm sorry you're feeling defenseless, but I'm sure your natural predators and your natural prey alike (even the hard breads) will still walk in due fear of you.

but nonetheless I managed to take a spall out of one of them with a duck's leg a couple of Christmases ago.

That seems remarkably unfair.

I'm sorry you're feeling defenseless, but I'm sure your natural predators and your natural prey alike (even the hard breads) will still walk in due fear of you.

Thank you. I have reassured myself with the belief that if I ever do need to get my front teeth crowned, I can make cutting edges a condition of the installation.

That seems remarkably unfair.

Thanks, but as such things go, it was fairly well mild. I don't have overmuch trouble with my teeth--never a cavity, nor much of anything beyond cleanings and my wisdom teeth out--so I'll not complain.

Thank you. I have reassured myself with the belief that if I ever do need to get my front teeth crowned, I can make cutting edges a condition of the installation.

You're welcome. I suppose that's not such a bad idea.

Part of me's always wished I had properly fang-like canines, although really I much prefer to see them on others--I'm not exactly a Cute Monster Girl fetishist, but I come close to it, now and again.

I hear you polishing your teeth sometimes

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