muse rumblings
The MGTwitterEngine is available from Matt Gemmell’s public subversion repository.
I have used IBM’s source code management (clearcase), but I haven’t used Subversion.
I’m going to read up about it and and use it on my macbook for new software projects as well as to explore using SCM for novel writing. [NaNoWriMo is coming up in November]
Starting with a junkyard kiss
In the company of birds
bee hives & bird traps released, thousands of cages opened on a cliff face, the flying things are released
Brother kings fighting in the dry fountains at Peterhof
In protest their subjects commit seppaku, and I am the first
the kings watch, I hesitate, then push the tip of the kings’ sword into my stomach
I have the best story ideas while setting up new homes and new beds. I just spent the first full night at my new home.
Its a weird apartment, because people walk by it all day. Its built out of the ground floor of another old Victorian with intimate windows on the street and the alley next door. I can’t tell whether I’m an unseen observer or a goldfish in a bowl. I have decided to sleep in the front room, with street and alley views. Every time someone walks up 8th Ave they are only a few feet away from me and Ella.
I am thinking of research into one-way films, but it may reduce the voyeuristic flair too much
The front gate also opens right onto the street, and if I leave my door open Ella could be happily outside in a moment, tearing down to the corner or barking at passersby. I can drink a glass of wine and read a book in the evening light from the porch.
All of this familiarity with the people passing through and I will live alone here. The last time I lived alone was for a winter in a cabin near the continental divide.
Last night I woke up in a sweat at 3 am. I may have yelled out, after a few moments Jonathan called from nextdoor to see if it was me he had heard screaming a few minutes before.
Its great to be back in Denver
Im trying to check out of the hotel and find a place to write with ella, at the same time… I had an interesting night last night… Got slammed and had no idea where I was until leaving the last place of the night: ‘Oh its only a 2 mile walk back to the hotel!’ ended up walking, freezing Jason. He’ll defrost since its 102 in the daytime in Denver right now.
yesterday I walked out at 10am and got back around 3 I believe. Cheeseman Park, walking Colfax. Walking the tree covered neighborhood called ‘Capitol Hill’. Around the library and the extended new museum, which looks like new museums should, like aluminum shreddings & strange geometries.
I just want to try to write every day. But its hard to get through this … I have got a grievance with this stream I am in.
why are movies so important now?
why am I asking this question?
I am asking this question because of the disconnect between the current high stakes economic and cultural relevance that movies hold and the historical or current relevance of its antecedent, the short story. Although many movies are made from the novel form — in terms of writing the best screenplay is a trifle, a short work where the rule of thumb is 1 minute = 1 page.
Maybe I can accept a new form, not a hybrid or some chemical ratio but a entirely new form that does have elements of photography and the emotionality of sound, wrapped up with the oldest elements of human culture: storytelling.
I Love to ride the Capitol Corridor yuppie/tourist/bureaucrat/townie/homie commute train between Sacramento (California’s capitol) and Emeryville (the other side of the Bay Bridge from San Francisco). I rode it tonight. On this occasion I saw
sweet sallow San Francisco ocean air.