- Missives from the Desk of the Hierophant
- December 10th, 2008
I have begun actually writing the PhD. So far, it seems easy. I assume this is because Fate is lurking behind me in the metaphorical prison shower of my mind with an expectant smile, casually lining up a selection of soaps with an inordinate fondness for gravity. I'll enjoy it while it lasts mind. Like a strawberry bootlace of progress.
In non-academia, plans are starting to take shape for an Indie Games Weekend, which should proceed thusly:
Day 1) Play Games.
Day 1 Evening) Go to restaurant with everyone. Eat massive amounts of fine things. Return to base. Booze/caffeine/1920's zombie movies featuring Bela Lugosi's eyes.
Day 2) Play Moar Games.
If this sounds like the sort of thing you'd be interested in, let me know, and I'll cut you in. If not, how do you know me? Will hopefully be dragging people from outside of Edinburgh, so limited bedspace may be available for them as needs it.
In non-academia, non-geekademia, the book will be copyrighted and up on its own wiki site as of this weekend. Anyone interested in serving as an intermittent proofreader/idea springboard, again drop me a line. Some of you, I will be deliberately hunting down because I know you are prone to saying nice things. This is mainly a device for me to straighten out plot strands prior to writing the last few chapters, but I see no reason not to subject myself to my adoring (lawd) public once again.
Musically, I'm stutter-stepping between Champion Jack Dupree, thanks to the benevolence of Folkways, and Kala, which I still can't get out my skull. $20 remains the best Pixies cover I've ever heard. Leaven it with a bit of P.J. Harvey and Alina Simone, spice with a little Seth Lakeman, and we are cooking. In the kitchen. The Kitchen of Sound.
Lastly, has anyone read the Dark Tower by King. I really, really need to have overly intense wine-fuelled discussions with someone about it. Seriously.
That will be all for now, dear readers.