Second, happy 86th birthday, Pete Seeger, may he live forever. The very first concert I remember seeing, as a wee bairn (and I do mean wee), was Pete Seeger and Arlo Guthrie, at Tanglewood.
I was fascinated. Beginning of a lifelong addiction, really.
everything's better with sea otters (via truepenny)
hernewshoes on finding time to write
deborahb on the death of genre:
If most people were to be born twice they'd probably call it dying - you and I are not snobs.
We can never be born enough.
Progress notes for 3 May 2005:
Whiskey & Water
New Words: 2,617
Total Words: 62,113
Pages: 280 (There's seven pages of making ratatouille in there. No, I don't know exactly what my narrator thinks she's doing, but hopefully it's interesting.)
Reason for stopping: end of scene, tired.
Mammalian Assistance: none
Exercise: gothercise now, if I can do it without further bunging my knee
Today's words Word don't know: conjury, aubergines, scry, lenticular, Woonsocket
Tyop du jour: He started with one hand, heavy-bottomed and well-oiled, not cast iron because of the acid in the tomatoes. (or) With both hands, Gypsy shoveled the sliced white unions in.
Darling du jour: Olive oil floated in rose-tinted lenticular dots on the lightly simmering surface as the tomatoes melted.
Books in progress, but not at all quickly: Ed Sanders, Tales of Beatnik Glory; Neal Stephenson, Quicksilver
Interesting research tidbits of the day: thaumaturgy. Also, the Wikipedia entry on olive trees is a masterpiece of atavistic style.
At what remote period of human progress the wild olive passed under the care of the husbandman and became the fruitful garden olive it is impossible to conjecture.
Other writing-related work: n/a. Maybe tonight I'll start hacking on a short story that needs a rewrite.