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I'm just not sticking my neck out the way I did in 1953
1. I am part of a Kickstarter! After fifteen years of paper and cardstock, the speculative poetry mainstay Mythic Delirium—the magazine that published my very first poem in 2001—is changing over to a quarterly publication of short fiction and poetry in a variety of electronic formats. Mike Allen gives the details here. You should give it money. The first year is fully funded, but everything after could use some generosity. I have a poem in the first electronic issue (as well as three of the rare print issues being offered as rewards) and I should like to see this newest incarnation run as long and successfully as its print-and-ink original. It and Not One of Us are dear to my heart.
2. Richard Matheson has died. I never followed him the way I did other authors, but he kept turning up: if it was famous in speculative fiction of a certain period, he'd written it. I wish I had a copy of Duel (1971), but I will rewatch The Legend of Hell House (1973) for him tonight.
Earlier tonight there was a thunderstorm and it is still enthusiastically raining. We ran around the apartment opening windows. The temperature's come down: I can work at the kitchen table without having to keep getting up and running the tap and sticking my head under it every fifteen minutes. I am only very slightly exaggerating.
(It's not an efficient tap for sticking your head under.)
2. Richard Matheson has died. I never followed him the way I did other authors, but he kept turning up: if it was famous in speculative fiction of a certain period, he'd written it. I wish I had a copy of Duel (1971), but I will rewatch The Legend of Hell House (1973) for him tonight.
Earlier tonight there was a thunderstorm and it is still enthusiastically raining. We ran around the apartment opening windows. The temperature's come down: I can work at the kitchen table without having to keep getting up and running the tap and sticking my head under it every fifteen minutes. I am only very slightly exaggerating.
(It's not an efficient tap for sticking your head under.)
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(Send some of that heat up here. I'm kinda worried that it's past the solstice and there hasn't yet been a day over 20C.)
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I love storms. I don't remember being scared of thunder or lightning even as a child. I saw cloud-to-cloud lightning once from an airplane coming in to Denver and that was one of the best electrical shows of my life.
(Send some of that heat up here. I'm kinda worried that it's past the solstice and there hasn't yet been a day over 20C.)
You're welcome to it—I don't want it!
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And it's such a spare movie, I noticed this time around—in a weird way, I always remember there being more of it than there is. It's just got that density of evocation, it feels like much longer in that house, in those people's minds. I wish there had ever been a formal soundtrack release.
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2. Richard Matheson has died.
RIP.
I'm glad you were enjoying the thunderstorm and the temperature having come down. I hope today's been a good day as well.
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Today has been very hot. But it got better.
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It looks awesome on you. You might as well take the excuse.