Thud: Sugar, and Owls
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leahbobetFebruary 1, 2009 Progress Notes:
"Sugar"
Words today: 1000.
Words total: 23,850.
Reason for stopping: Round number, and I'm still not getting far enough fast enough on this stupid scene that will not budge. I am going to bash it with a brick like I'm Nick Cave and it's a badly street-proofed blonde in a minute.
Books in progress: Robert Graves, The Long Week-end; Claudia Dey, Stunt.
The glamour: I did yeoman's work on the glamour front today. Despite being out most of the day, vasty depths of slush were read, information was sorted and spreadsheeted (spreadshot?) for a new OWW feature, the March Ideo lineup was finalized and sent to the Deities of Layout, and generally I swabbed the decks of my inboxes almost clean of actionable e-mail. Also, I did dishes. :p
Today I had an Unexpected Change of Plans and, instead of going climbing, went birdwatching on the Leslie Street Spit.
It was a really nice day for this: sunny, bright, about 5 degrees Celcius which is super warm compared to oh, the last month or so. There was also about fifty feet of snow, which I tromped through for about three and a half hours, which means my legs are not talking to me at the moment. But despite never doing the birdwatching thing before I was with someone who knew what they were about, and got to see two Great Horned Owls, one Saw-whet Owl (tiny! like a little fluffy grapefruit!), and some sort of kestrel. Also discovered was the remains of one of the big owls' lunch all over one of the little trails: a perfectly petrified little dead white mousie, some fur bits, some brown balled-up nasty bits, and a whole rabbit spine.
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Owls? Fucking scary.
So this will probably not be a regular thing -- I don't really have the pleasure in taxonomy that I think you need to make this a hobby -- but it was a fun thing to try once. Except for that bit with the spine.
Yes, I am a city girl. And thank you. :p
"Sugar"
Words today: 1000.
Words total: 23,850.
Reason for stopping: Round number, and I'm still not getting far enough fast enough on this stupid scene that will not budge. I am going to bash it with a brick like I'm Nick Cave and it's a badly street-proofed blonde in a minute.
Books in progress: Robert Graves, The Long Week-end; Claudia Dey, Stunt.
The glamour: I did yeoman's work on the glamour front today. Despite being out most of the day, vasty depths of slush were read, information was sorted and spreadsheeted (spreadshot?) for a new OWW feature, the March Ideo lineup was finalized and sent to the Deities of Layout, and generally I swabbed the decks of my inboxes almost clean of actionable e-mail. Also, I did dishes. :p
Today I had an Unexpected Change of Plans and, instead of going climbing, went birdwatching on the Leslie Street Spit.
It was a really nice day for this: sunny, bright, about 5 degrees Celcius which is super warm compared to oh, the last month or so. There was also about fifty feet of snow, which I tromped through for about three and a half hours, which means my legs are not talking to me at the moment. But despite never doing the birdwatching thing before I was with someone who knew what they were about, and got to see two Great Horned Owls, one Saw-whet Owl (tiny! like a little fluffy grapefruit!), and some sort of kestrel. Also discovered was the remains of one of the big owls' lunch all over one of the little trails: a perfectly petrified little dead white mousie, some fur bits, some brown balled-up nasty bits, and a whole rabbit spine.
0.0
Owls? Fucking scary.
So this will probably not be a regular thing -- I don't really have the pleasure in taxonomy that I think you need to make this a hobby -- but it was a fun thing to try once. Except for that bit with the spine.
Yes, I am a city girl. And thank you. :p
