Tuesday

It rained all day, and I got less work done than I might have liked.

I’m waiting on people to reply to me. One person who did reply, an author I worked with several years back and was hoping to make part of my next required campus visit, said he probably can’t meet and…remind him who I was again? That’s always nice. I was just a lowly editorial assistant at the time, but it’s good to know I make such a lasting impression.

And then my parents and I had dinner out with my aunt and step-uncle, who are in town for some family business.

That was pretty much my Tuesday.

A different class of Monday

I met my parents in the city for dinner this evening. Which is good, because my work computer decided to install nine updates right when I was shutting down for the evening, and if I hadn’t stayed in Manhattan, I would have missed my train anyway.

We just met for a quick bite at a diner not too far from my office. My mother is taking a course for a few weeks, so it’s altogether possible I’ll meet up with her for dinner regularly while that’s going on.

My father and I thought we’d maybe spend the hour-plus at the nearby Harry Potter Exhibit in Times Square, but it seemed really over-priced for what it is — a very crowded, not terribly informative, tour past a bunch of replicas. I’m a fan of the books and the movies, for the most part, but even if every single one was a real, honest-to-goodness, held-by-Daniel-Radcliffe prop, that’s not really the sort of thing that’s every really much interested me. I just caught a slightly later train home.

I wish I could say I spent the evening much more productively, but I mostly just stumbled into re-watching Seven (or Se7en, I suppose) on cable. It’s not a perfect movie, but it’s elevated so far above what it probably ought to have been by some very good acting, direction, and cinematography. I’m not suggesting that Andrew Kevin Walker’s doesn’t deserve some of the credit…even if the rest of his short resume so far isn’t hugely impressive. But it’s so easy to see how this movie could have gone differently if it hadn’t been so well cast and so well shot. Again, it’s not perfect, and sometimes I think it’s grisly just for the sake of being shocking. (But, then again, it’s maybe also a little more visceral and alive than some of David Fincher’s more recent work. Maybe.) But it does so much so well, and none of it should really work, that you just realize that some movies are just a weird kind of alchemy.

So that plus work, lots and lots of work, was pretty much my Monday. I also finally finished reading The Anubis Gates by Tim Powers, which was a lot of fun. Yep, that was a Monday.

But I still don’t like Daylight Savings Time

I’ve been having some issues with WordPress lately, which I thought that I (or maybe just magic elves) had resolved, but which returned again this weekend. That meant the blog, this blog, was difficult to update or even read, with 30-second lags between every new page or refresh. Thirty seconds is a long time in Internetese.

But I contacted my hosting provider (Dreamhost) about it this morning, and they resolved the problem by this evening. Everything seems to be working much faster now, which is good.

I wish I could tell you that I spent the weekend doing something worth writing about here, but that would be a lie. It was an okay weekend, but I mostly just did some cleaning yesterday, which made me a little miserable allergy-wise overnight, and reading of Kaleidotrope submissions. I also watched Safety Not Guaranteed, and while I’m not 100% sure about the ending, I liked the movie in general.

My weekly writing group didn’t happen this week, so that’s about it, really.