![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
During the weekend I watched From the Terrace, part of my "catch-up watching Paul Newman movies" plan since he died. Lousy movie but joy in watching Newman--gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous--and Joanne Woodward, who also is beautiful in this one (in many of her movies--even with Newman-- she was made to look dowdy). Young man home from WWII doesn't want to join his dad in his biz and goes to NYC with a buddy to start an aircraft design company. Meets socialite Joanne Woodward and steals her away from her fiance, Patrick O'Neal. Marries her and things go downhill for the two of them from there.
And more Carnivale-started the second season.
Dinner with friends at a very loud, only so-so Mexican restaurant on W 4th street called Burrito Loco--not cheap enough to go again but caught one friend up on the leg saga (haven't talked to her since before I went to London and didn't want to email it all to her). Brunch on the upper west side Sunday then down down to Flatbush, Brooklyn for a lovely book party to celebrate three new tarot related books by Rachel Pollack.
Doc today--he thinks next Monday may be my last visit (despite the fact that I slightly "burned" my leg an inch down from "the wound" with the silver nitrate I applied last Thursday --I think the Band-aid must have slipped and smeared it a wee bit). Wound is half the size it was last Monday --about the size of a nickel (although not really round -more oblongish). I told him I'd miss our Monday late afternoon meetings :-). He's a nice guy.
This evening I've been rereading for Best Horror of the Year#1 --Jeremy needs to put something on the cover!!!! I need to make more final decisions. So far I've committed to 8 stories--more tonight, even as I continue to read some things for the first time. Ash-Tree had several collections of contemporary writers with original stories in each book.
And in between reading, adding to basic bios I have of those in the Tachyon reprint antho.
Also, to my horror, I discovered walking down Bleecker street that Miracle Grill with my favorite hamburgers, home made potato chips, and grapefruit soda is GONE!!! (it must have closed around Valentine's Day as there are hearts on the window). But to my joy, I just discovered (thank you CNN.COM) that the Garage fleamarket in Chelsea has NOT closed. Whoopie!
And one more thing--all books for blogging have gone out as of today. If anyone doesn't get what they're supposed to in a week or so, let me know.
And more Carnivale-started the second season.
Dinner with friends at a very loud, only so-so Mexican restaurant on W 4th street called Burrito Loco--not cheap enough to go again but caught one friend up on the leg saga (haven't talked to her since before I went to London and didn't want to email it all to her). Brunch on the upper west side Sunday then down down to Flatbush, Brooklyn for a lovely book party to celebrate three new tarot related books by Rachel Pollack.
Doc today--he thinks next Monday may be my last visit (despite the fact that I slightly "burned" my leg an inch down from "the wound" with the silver nitrate I applied last Thursday --I think the Band-aid must have slipped and smeared it a wee bit). Wound is half the size it was last Monday --about the size of a nickel (although not really round -more oblongish). I told him I'd miss our Monday late afternoon meetings :-). He's a nice guy.
This evening I've been rereading for Best Horror of the Year#1 --Jeremy needs to put something on the cover!!!! I need to make more final decisions. So far I've committed to 8 stories--more tonight, even as I continue to read some things for the first time. Ash-Tree had several collections of contemporary writers with original stories in each book.
And in between reading, adding to basic bios I have of those in the Tachyon reprint antho.
Also, to my horror, I discovered walking down Bleecker street that Miracle Grill with my favorite hamburgers, home made potato chips, and grapefruit soda is GONE!!! (it must have closed around Valentine's Day as there are hearts on the window). But to my joy, I just discovered (thank you CNN.COM) that the Garage fleamarket in Chelsea has NOT closed. Whoopie!
And one more thing--all books for blogging have gone out as of today. If anyone doesn't get what they're supposed to in a week or so, let me know.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
From:
no subject
And sadness on the Miracle Grill. =( Good food is always hard to find, or so I hear.
From:
no subject
Yeah. Especially when one rarely cooks ;-)
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
A skeleton. A skeleton LAUGHING AND DRIVING A BUS. Fucking CLASS, that's what it says. :D
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
What was Harlan screaming about?
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
Wasn't Newman such a dignified man? I imagine Brad Pitt will have that same poise.
From:
no subject
Yes. He did a lot of good in his life, in addition to leaving an indelible mark in the movies. Pitt could...
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
I'm very sad it never got further than two seasons.
Sort of like Twin Peaks. Makes me think there may not be sufficient market for fantasy of this type in TV format. Printed fiction, yes. The occasional movie, yes. But TV shows, apparently not.
From:
no subject
Not just fantasy: Deadwood wasn't allowed to play itself out either.
From:
no subject
A colleague and I tried to get IB Tauris interested in an academic anthology on the show, but the sales dept. didn't think it would sell. We may feature it in an issue of a new online journal we're putting together, if we can;t find a home for it elsewhere.
From:
no subject
Glad to hear the leg continues to get better!
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject