Sorry for the quiet,…

Sorry for the quiet, folks. Hope you had a good Saturday. I ran out to Skokie in the morning for a brief appearance at SFRA; gave my talk on insterstitial/slipstream/liminal fiction, which surprisingly, they really liked and agitated for it to be turned into a little paper, which I think Farah wants to publish in Foundation. In theory, I even have time to write a very brief academic paper right now, but I don't have any need to; I don't think those are the kind of credits I need at the moment. But perhaps people would find it useful if I did clarify the usage of those terms. Have lots of notes; will ponder.

Sushi lunch with Farah, very nice, the tuna at Sushi Wabe was astounding, absolutely jewel-like. In the evening, Kevin's dad arrived, and after some chatting, we went out to dinner at Marche for French food -- the salmon tartare appetizer was splendid (though oddly reminiscent of my lunch), but the gnocchi were a bit over-rich for me; somehow I didn't realize that they'd really be swimming in butter. My mistake. I ate too much yesterday; ah well. We came back afterwards and watched Tampa Bay beat Calgary -- one more game to go. I was getting pretty sleepy by the start of second overtime, but it was awfully satisfying watching that puck fly in -- clean and smooth and unarguable. All goals should be like that.

Today, make brunch for the boys, then they're going off to a baseball game. I'm going to hang around here, work and read (I'm in the midst of Chabon's Mysteries of Pittsburgh, still enjoying the college sex stuff, though the gangster thread is of less interest to me, and makes me wonder whether my novel needs another thread at all). Possibly go to a dinner at someone's house this evening, but may just stay here and eat with them when they get back. We'll see...

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *