A list of things we have accomplished in the past five weeks:
1. Son’s First Communion
2. Daughter’s concert
3. Mother’s Day
4. Two parties of LI for neices’ Communions, different weekends.
5. Saw The Avengers - and LOVED it in 2D.
6. Print edition deadline - Top Quant Schools, yo.
7. Daughter’s Confirmation & party. Also celebrated son’s 8th birthday,
8. And a kidney stone - 4mm!
Over. Done. Complete.
What’s next? daughter’s graduation, nephew’s doctorate graduation from Dartmouth and then a retirement party for my sister-in-law. And then done!
True love.
You have an odd-looking word processor. Why not write on a computer?
This is an IBM Lexmark Wheelwriter. It’s a very different activity to hit the “g” key and have the “g” appear on the paper after the key has been hit. I like it so much I have a bunch of them. I stockpile them for parts. I do have to clean them with Q-tips and alcohol, where all you do with a computer is run a rag over it.
Do you sit down to write only when the spirit moves you?
Six days a week I’m out here at 7:30. I’ve got to do my two pages a day. For me that’s about 700 words. Hemingway said do 1,000 or 500 words a day—whatever he said, he’s always right—and stop only when you know what comes next. It works for me. When my two pages are done, I’m done.
- The Wall Street Journal interviews Alan Furst on his new thriller Mission to Paris.
“Yet another mass shooting incident, this time in Seattle. Why do these sad sack white guys - they’re almost always white men - kill others because their lives suck? What happened to walking into the woods or up into your attic and blowing your brains out?”
Amazing episode - this is the one that will be nominated come Emmy time.
(Source: madmendaily)
[video]
… above the gray land and the spasms of bleak dust which drift endlessly over it, you perceive, after a moment, the eyes of Dr. T.J. Eckleburg. The eyes of Dr. T.J. Eckleburg are blue and gigantic – their retinas are one yard high. They look out of no face but, instead, from a pair of enormous yellow spectacles which pass over a nonexistent nose … But his eyes, dimmed a little by many paintless days under sun and rain, brood on over the solemn dumping ground.
(Source: bannner, via theronweasleygeneration)
[video]
Stacked!
(Source: addictedtomarilyn, via fascinationdreams)