I signed up for a gardening class. Next Saturday, I'll be up in the Santa Cruz mountains, learning how to grow winter veggies. I'm really looking forward to it. I think Grace might come too, which would make it extra-awesome.
My interwebs at home have been spotty, adding to my excuses for not blogging much lately. Today I came home to working interwebs, so I'm trying to take advantage of that fact. I called AT&T customer support yesterday, because all week the "residential gateway", as AT&T calls my router, has been fickle, alternating between the steady green light that I want, a flashing green light, and blinking or solid red lights in the Broadband slot.
The customer service lady tried to fix it over the phone, but couldn't, and scheduled a tech to come by tomorrow evening.
I asked her about the thing that bugged me most - when the gateway is down, I can't access the internet on my laptop, I can't watch television, and I can't even watch shows I've previously recorded. Aren't those just stored on my DVR, I asked? Why would I not be able to watch them?
She explained to me that they're actually not stored locally - she said they're stored online in my account, so if there's no internet, there's no access to my account with its shows. Meh.
Anyway, so I've been especially grateful for the iPhone and the fact that I can still connect to the interwebs through AT&T's cellular network. I really would be lost without the net. The upside is, I've actually been reading a little more; I'm halfway through Richard Yates' Easter Parade. Odd story, I'm not sure what to make of it.
Hey, I read another book this weekend! Playing with my new love has really cut into my reading time - I usually read at night in bed, but I've been making out with my iPhone since I bought it a month ago. But yesterday afternoon, I picked up Light Raid, and read it all in one day. Wheeeee! It's easy reading - I've read another novel co-written by Connie Willis and Cynthia Felice, and it was similar to this: a science fiction screwball comedy. This one had an added dimension of opposing political forces within a family, and I kept waiting and wondering as I read: can there really be a villain in the protagonist's family? And if so, is it the father or the mother? What's really going on? Is there another plot twist coming?
Went down into the moon-bright backyard with my iPhone and checked out the stars with Starmap. Oh, so that was Jupiter, not Venus. And what's this constellation called again? Right, Boötes, the Herdsman. And what's this brightish star next to Boötes? Aha, it's called Alphecca, and is part of the Corona Borealis, the Northern Crown.
Have I told you lately how much in love I am with my iPhone? Starmap is one of my favorite apps. Check out how cool it is. And that movie doesn't even show one of the most wondrous features - I have the new 3GS iPhone, with a built-in compass. I hold up my iPhone to the night sky, and it shows me the stars right in front of me, exactly what I'm looking at. I turn with my iPhone in hand, and the map turns with me, ever so gracefully.
It's so beautifully done, it restores my faith in mankind.
John Crowley: I write in expectation that readers want to participate in a kind of two-sided game: They are trying to guess what I am up to—what the story’s up to—and I’m giving them clues and matter to keep them interested without giving everything away at the start. Even the rules, if any, of the game are for the reader to discover. It’s very important to me that readers win the game: i.e., come to understand what’s at stake, perhaps all in a moment (James Joyce’s “epiphany,” which happens both to the character and the reader) and perhaps in a gradual accumulation. I can’t guarantee readers will win in that sense, or that all of them will; and I of course want to leave some mysterious and unresolved remainder.
The A.V. Club, which always has great interviews, notes that a 25th-anniversary edition of Crowley's Little, Big, with an essay by Bloom and art by Peter Milton, is coming out this fall. Sounds like that would be a great time to read again the story of Smoky Barnable and Daily Alice Drinkwater and their families. But now back to the interview ... if you'll excuse me ...