Also, I got brought down by the death of DFW, a unique writer, probably a great one, to be remembered for many years to come. I'm not usually affected much by tragedies not touching me personally, but this one really got to me. I won't stop to analyze why. It's pretty obvious when you think about it. But the intensity of my own feelings still caught me by surprise. Such a damn shame.
Other distractions -- busy, busy at work. Busy, busy at home. Wave after wave of pre-school crud. And good stuff: Thing One and I have been checking out model rocketry and model aircraft clubs, special interests of his. And this last weekend, he and I began building a rocket we hope to fly with these guys next weekend.
And I've still managed to get some reading done:
- Elizabeth Moon's The Speed of Dark
- Frank Portman's King Dork
- James Lee Burke's The Neon Rain
- Gregory Mcdonald's Fletch's Fortune
- The Paris Review Interviews, vol II
- Dashiell Hammett's Red Harvest
- Dashiell Hammett's The Dain Curse
- Theodore Sturgeon's More Than Human
