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My flash "Anonymity," otherwise known as Anonymous Annoyed Me So I Wrote Will/Kit, has been accepted by Fantastique Unfettered for their Shakespeare Unfettered special issue. I am rather pleased about this, especially since it was written as a complete in-joke.
I had the very great pleasure this morning of waking a little after six o'clock and seeing the snow on all the roofs and wires, underwater blue (Angela Carter, subaqueous) in the light just before dawn, and going straight back to bed and not moving until after noon. I slept eleven hours. Didn't make as much difference as I'd like, but I'm still catching up on a rocky week. Didn't matter. There was snow and I didn't have to shovel it and I went back to sleep.
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lesser_celery showed me the first two episodes of Peter Gunn (1958–61) tonight. They're wonderful stylish noir shorts; I recognized the music immediately. I just associated it with the Blues Brothers.
DooWee & Rice has made the Globe's Cheap Eats.
What is this about a blizzard?
I had the very great pleasure this morning of waking a little after six o'clock and seeing the snow on all the roofs and wires, underwater blue (Angela Carter, subaqueous) in the light just before dawn, and going straight back to bed and not moving until after noon. I slept eleven hours. Didn't make as much difference as I'd like, but I'm still catching up on a rocky week. Didn't matter. There was snow and I didn't have to shovel it and I went back to sleep.
lesser_celery showed me the first two episodes of Peter Gunn (1958–61) tonight. They're wonderful stylish noir shorts; I recognized the music immediately. I just associated it with the Blues Brothers.DooWee & Rice has made the Globe's Cheap Eats.
What is this about a blizzard?
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Oh, lovely news! Congratulations! I remember that one with great fondness.
I'm glad you were able to get eleven hours' sleep, and didn't have to shovel the snow.
What is this about a blizzard?
I'm hoping it will fizzle, but we'll see. Tomorrow's shopping list includes motor oil, gasoline, and things that can be eaten cold.
Any road, I hope all goes well for you and yours on that front.
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Thank you. Fortunately it was not actually a historical piece, so I didn't have to research anything other than the occasional anachronism of language.
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Fortunately it was not actually a historical piece, so I didn't have to research anything other than the occasional anachronism of language.
I thought the language went very well, which was part of why I liked it. Not a specialist, of course, but I think I have a fairly good feel for Early Modern English.
I hope your nose is feeling better and that you're doing all right in the storm.
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Peter Gunn will always have a place in my heart, and a worm in my ears...
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Thank you!
Peter Gunn will always have a place in my heart, and a worm in my ears...
Uh huh. Also, I have to say, Herschel Bernardi.
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Fabulous! I adore that piece.
Nine
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Thank you. I'm really looking forward to the rest of the ToC! The editor said it had become seriously strange.
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I am a little sad to say that my own submission to them, the short play "A Gross of Nails", about the boy Shakespeare, was declined: the editor wrote, "Thank you for your patience while we took a long time considering your play. It did come close, but ultimately, the fit was just not perfect, it did not mesh well with the other pieces. Thank you again, and I do hope you find a good home for this." Thing is, it grapples with some very tough issues, a topic that is met with almost universal discomfort, including my own. I tried to speak an uncomfortable truth, and believe I succeeded, but I can well understand that the result didn't easily fit in with the other pieces they accepted. The editor's kind hope to the contrary, I have to wonder if the play will ever find any kind of home at all.
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Thank you! You almost certainly were a contributing factor, although I suspect I could blame
The editor's kind hope to the contrary, I have to wonder if the play will ever find any kind of home at all.
Send it to Not One of Us? What's the wordcount?
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Wonderful company to be in!
Send it to Not One of Us? What's the wordcount?
Oh! A lovely thought, thank you. It's 1,806 words. If that's not too long, may I have the honor of submitting it to you directly?
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No, because I'm not the editor, but I'd love to read it anyway!
E-mail submissions go to John Benson here.
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I really think I learned it from Carter: And now—ach! I feel your sharp teeth in the subaqueous depths of your kisses.
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If you get snowed in, I hope it's the snuggly, cozy, tea-and-writing sort.
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Thank you. I suspect it will be the kind that involves shoveling the steps a lot, but there will be other storms.
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I swear they hire these guys for their hyperbole.
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Hey, now I don't have to feel bad about missing the mammoths at the Museum of Science!
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A friend of mine wrote a song called "Subaqueous".
I remember The Art of Noise's cover of the Gunn theme! Never actually seen the show.
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Thank you! It's short, but it does not have line breaks.
A friend of mine wrote a song called "Subaqueous".
Tell your friend I approve.
Never actually seen the show.
It really is like film noir in half-hour installments, fast-forwarded a decade: very atmospheric, wet night streets, docklands in fog, jazz playing everywhere; the protagonist's girlfriend is a singer in a dive called Mother's where the hatchet-faced proprietress looks like she goes back to Prohibition. He has a sometime friend on the force, a weary lieutenant in a rumpled suit. Everyone talks stylized, obliquely. Everybody's deadpan, because this isn't a world where you show you care. It's not realism, but I still appreciate that Gunn walks around with bruises after getting beaten up. It's a full decade earlier, but there are ways in which it reminds me more than anything else of The Prisoner. It's just that slight click off from here.
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