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Apparently I have to fill in a leave form, and retrospectively claim for any I have taken. H'mmm. Spot the faulty assumption. I also figure with the evening, weekend and statutory days I end up working it's a bit of a moot point. No way do I take thirty days off a year.
A bit of writing, and going through the database to track down the articles I have on Tiptree, and work out which ones are written about. I think she will be spread through the book, but obviously needs a chunk in the gender/feminism chapter. "The Women Men Don't See" and "The Girl Who Was Plugged In", I suspect. I will try for one story a day over the next couple of weeks. It's a rich brew.
I was also staring in a depressed manner at a pile of William Burroughs volumes. I have a 1980s edition of Blade Runner, but I think it was written in the 1970s, the Port of Saints volume I have is the second edition (although still 1980) and The Wild Boys is dated 1969, but has copyright dates up to about 1973. Only Ah Pook is Here looks unproblematic.
I watched The Mind Snatchers (1972) this morning, and then:
LXXII: Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions, or Goodbye Blue Monday (1973)
Vonnegut's fiftieth birthday present to himself, supposedly setting his stock company of characters free, and featuring an encounter between a man on the edge of a nervous breakdown and Kilgore Trout, although the words of an abstract expressionist steal the show, as does Vonnegut's meeting with Trout. I confess to finding his style a little annoying now - I lapped it up twenty years ago. Tastes change, I guess.
Venus on the Half-Shell next?
And I note I've reached my tag limit on Dreamwidth. Who knew?
A bit of writing, and going through the database to track down the articles I have on Tiptree, and work out which ones are written about. I think she will be spread through the book, but obviously needs a chunk in the gender/feminism chapter. "The Women Men Don't See" and "The Girl Who Was Plugged In", I suspect. I will try for one story a day over the next couple of weeks. It's a rich brew.
I was also staring in a depressed manner at a pile of William Burroughs volumes. I have a 1980s edition of Blade Runner, but I think it was written in the 1970s, the Port of Saints volume I have is the second edition (although still 1980) and The Wild Boys is dated 1969, but has copyright dates up to about 1973. Only Ah Pook is Here looks unproblematic.
I watched The Mind Snatchers (1972) this morning, and then:
LXXII: Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions, or Goodbye Blue Monday (1973)
Vonnegut's fiftieth birthday present to himself, supposedly setting his stock company of characters free, and featuring an encounter between a man on the edge of a nervous breakdown and Kilgore Trout, although the words of an abstract expressionist steal the show, as does Vonnegut's meeting with Trout. I confess to finding his style a little annoying now - I lapped it up twenty years ago. Tastes change, I guess.
Venus on the Half-Shell next?
And I note I've reached my tag limit on Dreamwidth. Who knew?
