Tanjit. I wanted to get into the habit of writing journal entries that aren’t responses to other journal entries, but I read this bleat from Lileks and was desperate to post a link. It deals with several wonderful magical facets of music.
Anyvay. I spent most of last night watching a tape of Eddie Izzard, a transvestite British comedian who manages to weave a hilarious
I suppose I was surprised at this because I’m used to modern
…And tanjit again. I’m ranting. I really didn’t want to rant.
I think I’ll stop now until I have something more constructive to write.
I wrote a bit last night. Nothing much, just for half an hour or so. But so far I’ve written almost two full pages,
The title for either the series as a whole or this bit of it (I haven’t decided which yet) is Seeing Things Invisible, from a quote by Jonathan Swift: “Vision is the art of seeing things invisible.” It’s a good metaphor for the mindset of these characters, all politicians of various sorts. They see the things invisible every day.
This bit I’ve written is a simple introduction, a description of one character’s entrance to the city and introduction to his new home, as an Ambassador to the High Court of Suranta. The whole passage is dramatically uninteresting, as it’s all