Zinc Lincoln turned round Jefferson to Roosevelt in time

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Still sick. Brain AWOL. Sleep a joke. I ran half an hour's worth of errands on foot yesterday afternoon—post office, bank, library—and it wiped me out until the evening. Long after it had gotten light out, the temperature finally started to drop and I dreamed of introducing a recently restored film from the early 1930's, a pre-Code proto-noir adapted from a now totally obscure mystery novel whose importance to film history was the unusual combination of a female author, a female screenwriter, and a female director who must have been fictional because she wasn't Dorothy Arzner. I can't remember anything about the cast. The plot had something to do with stolen jewels and phony jewels and at least one body, of course. By the end of the dream, it had bled through its own metafiction until I was in the position of the director, introducing the film at its premiere. On waking, I had to double-check with the internet that there really was no such novel as The Ten-Cent Emerald and no such film as—I was really surprised by this one—Nobody's Lady. I appreciate that some part of my brain still understands how creativity works, but I wish it were the one that operates while I'm awake.

I know this article is basically reassuring, but any time public transit is found to be less gross than the human body, I feel it is less of a victory for public transit than a rather serious statement about the human body: "Boston's subway cars hold fewer harmful microbes than our guts."

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[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

I had a very extensive dream that created a little boy/30 ton duck spirit in the inner harbor of Baltimore that challenged the descriptive abilities and appeared as a far more Pacific Northwest sort of duck representation on balloons that turned into the world's most frustrating order of dim sum.

I saved something from Vermont for you to try. I will have to remember to bring it to Readercon.

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I had a very extensive dream that created a little boy/30 ton duck spirit in the inner harbor of Baltimore that challenged the descriptive abilities and appeared as a far more Pacific Northwest sort of duck representation on balloons that turned into the world's most frustrating order of dim sum.

Dude, get Studio Ghibli (or asakiyume) to animate that for you and you've got a hit.

I saved something from Vermont for you to try. I will have to remember to bring it to Readercon.

I look forward. Thank you!

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

That would be lovely...

[moon-custafer.livejournal.com]

Years ago I had so vivid a dream about Maurice Chevalier singing that when I woke I had to check if the radio was on (it wasn't) and then try to find out if there really is a song called "When Vienna and I Were Young." As far as I know there isn't, but the bits I can recall still get stuck in my head sometimes.

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if there really is a song called "When Vienna and I Were Young." As far as I know there isn't, but the bits I can recall still get stuck in my head sometimes.

If we ever meet in person, please remind me to ask you to sing them for me. It's an entirely believable title.

[moon-custafer.livejournal.com]

There's not much to sing. I can remember the opening lines:

It's easy to say I'm not
But I remember Vienna
Its every phrase and thought
When Vienna and I were young

And the final ones:
The streets and the rain
(Something) in vain
When Vienna and I were young.

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The streets and the rain
(Something) in vain
When Vienna and I were young.

That's wonderful.