Now Playing: David Bowie--"A New Career In A New Town"
More activity means a lot less blogging, apparently. Michigan has been hit by a wave of freak weather which has brought the temperature up to 60 degrees Fahrenheit, and I think it's made everyone a little loopier than usual, myself included. I may very well be seeing someone again (after last time, I really don't want to jump the gun), the dreams have been getting a lot weirder and narratively richer, and I'm being published again, probably later this year, in The Third BHF Anthology of Horror Stories. I've hardly seen any movies or done any cooking apart from chicken paprikash (still working through my store of sauce from Christmas, as it lives quite comfortably in my freezer), sauteed brussel sprouts and roasted asparagus. Whereas last month was--apart from the engrossing and inspiring national drama--conventionally terrific, February looks to be a much more interestingly and unusually great time. This despite its hosting Valentine's Day, not that anyone should care about that.