G A N Z E E R . T O D A Y

It may have been a mistake to work for 10 hours straight today, spine not quite working.

But at least I got 14 pages of PROJECT OLDBOOK done. Will be satisfied if I can push it to 20/day. Not today or this weekend though, I'm on daddy duty.

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As if Israel/Palestine stuff wasn't enough, today's headlines:

On a somewhat lighter note: Entertainment made by North Korea | Five-hour (!) youtube video that is incredibly informative and at times hilarious even.

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7:40 am, another dark stormy morning. Jumping right back into PROJECT OLDBOOK first thing. About 90 pages to go, need to work round the clock if I want to be done with it in the next few days.

Won't be able to slide back into TSG until this is out of the way.

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Dark morning, hard rain. Occasional flash of lightning followed by a loud roar from atmospheric belly. Doesn't look like this storm will let up for the next four days, at least not much.

A wrench in my rhythm when I can hardly tell night from day.

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Sounds like Netanyahu is genuinely worried about the prospect of an ICC arrest warrant issued against him. The problem with such a prospect however is that it would make the US complicit given America's unwavering support and backing of Israel. And the problem with that is the American Service-Members' Protection Act passed in 2002 which defends US officials and military personnel from possible detention or prosecution by the ICC. Informally known as “the Hague Invasion Act”, the law also authorizes the president to use “all means necessary”, including an invasion of The Netherlands where the ICC is located, according to Democracy Now.

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There's a side character in SNOWPIERCER, the movie, who is an artist. Living in the tail-end car, he does depictions of his fellow tailenders and what they go through. I couldn't help but picture a scenario where that same character's art was instead wholly different. Either:

a) Completely abstract line-work, things first-class passengers could precure and display in their car without it looking the slightest bit out of place.

b) Escapist stuff; him and his comrades rescued by mythical space heroes, or perhaps a family of tailenders fighting off all the other tailenders in the car who had for some reason been turned to zombies.

If we, as an audience, were to see that that's the kind of art this character was making, we would most certainly scream: What the fuck are you doing, man?

And that tells you everything you need to know about the state of [most] art today.

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“When I taught creative writing, I would have my students do an exercise where they had to pick one of their close friends and write about the first time they met them. What were the writer’s first impressions of the friend? What was their initial dynamic with the friend? Then I would have them write a couple of scenes set in subsequent years showing how their impressions changed as they got to know the person better. Were their initial impressions correct? What did they learn that deepened their understanding of their friend? Showing that kind of evolution in perception and in the dynamic between two people is one of my favorite things about characterization.”

That's Sarah Stewart Taylor on Crimereads where she and several other writers weigh in on “the writing life”.

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Having failed to meal-prep last night (passed out, thank you very much, spreadsheets), cooking Egyptian moussaka right now, which is pretty identical to Greek moussaka except you do without the bechamel. Somewhat time-consuming, and you want to avoid having to prep time-consuming meals midweek, but I've been craving eggplant and don't know what else to do with it other than baba-ghanoug, but that's a dip and I still have plenty of hummus in the fridge from the weekend bash.

Got a full hour exercise in after not for a whole week, and working my way through PROJECT OLDBOOK which I'm enjoying getting lost in, but I'd also really like to finish by the end of the week if I can, a tall order.

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Nearing 5:00pm, famished, but my day is far from over. Will have to pop something quick and unhealthy out of the freezer and carry on with Accounting, as I'd really like to have the first quarter of 2024 all wrapped up and accounted for.

Will likely be braindead by nightfall but may just reward myself with ice cream. Perhaps some late-night meal prep, a delightful libation, and soft music is also in order. Would like nothing in the way of creative work for the remainder of the week.

Inbox = 1, RSS = 7.

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Finally got around to throwing my first bash at the new place, a rejuvenating experience after not really doing that sort of thing for over a decade now. Towards the end of the evening, it was suggested by some to make it a regular occurrence, perhaps on a monthly cycle. Something along such lines was certainly in the back of my mind when setting the place up, establishing sort of what the kids call a “third place” these days.

A few lifetimes ago, I used to share an apartment with two other artists halfway across the world. Aside from it being where we lived and worked, one of the extra rooms (it was a rather large apartment) was turned into a makeshift art gallery where group exhibitions were held every two months, mostly showcasing the work of other artists around the city. With each exhibition “opening”, a party would naturally ensue, and it generally became one of the defacto artist hangouts in town. Before long, the apartment across from us became the office of a small but feisty indy journalism outfit that grew exceedingly prominent, and the neighbors downstairs had these open-invite weekly brunch gatherings. Pretty soon, another apartment in the building became a multi-artist studio setup, but dare I say it all started with my flat-mates and I moving in.

Utilizing one's residence for happenings that aren't entirely private, “events” that border on the public-facing, don't really happen in America (at least not anymore, it was different back in the 60's-70's, at least as much as I can gather from my readings), but I would argue that it's an integral part of the engine of cultural ontogenesis.

I understand the fear of losing one's solitude, but I think such fears are quite unfounded. The residence never becomes fully public-facing, it becomes something else, something multifaceted and malleable. A place that can be what you want it to be whenever you want.

And that's sort of what's becoming of my new digs; The hermitage, the sanctuary, the art studio, gym, fulfillment center, indy “cinema”, intimate library, writer's study, cafe, eatery, spa, and third place. Hard to fathom given the space's extreme smallness, but it is somehow working and with that a return to myself after almost a decade of largely antithetical existence is also taking place.

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