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        Saturday, July 02, 2005

        I did a decent enough 1,336 words on Chapter Six of Daughter of Hounds yesterday. And then, at just past 4:30, the afternoon grew dark, and we had a wonderful, violent thunderstorm that managed to both cool off the date and knock our power out for over an hour. Nice gum-ball sized hail, though, and some of it made it down the chimney in the living room. As the storm wound down, we proofed To Charles Fort, With Love, pages 35-81, which includes "Spindleshanks (New Orleans, 1956)," "So Runs the World Away," and "Standing Water" (plus three afterwords). By the time we were done, the power still hadn't come back on, and I was exhausted and just wanted to go to sleep, anyway.

        Kid night got a late start, thanks to all the electrical shinanigans, but we did see Higuchinsky's unevenly effective Uzumaki (which, somehow, I'd yet to see), There are some superbly weird moments, such as the vortex of ash from the crematorium descending into Dragonfly Pond, but I think it falls flat as a whole. Oh, and I see that Roger Ebert isn't happy with Speilberg's War of the Worlds, either. Well, this is the man who liked Congo, after all.

        There's a toothsome new chapter of Boschen and Nesuko (Ch. 23). That's been the best thing about my morning thus far.

        I've been trying hard to stay clear of things political in the blog, just because, but I snurched this link yesterday: "What Iraq needs is a Walter Cronkite", from a USAToday Founder, Al Neuharth. I liked this bit particularly:

        The crucial difference between Vietnam and Iraq is that there is no Cronkite to call Bush's bluff. Without a strong, trusted, non-political voice, too many of us remain Bush-blinded. Bush tried keeping the wool over our eyes again Tuesday on national TV by repeatedly tying Iraq to 9/11. That charge is as phony as his discredited prewar claim that Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction.

        And while I'm at it, one I found on my own: Yes, globe is warming, even if Bush denies it. After oil, I think denial may have become America's chief fetish...


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