My uber-goth Austrian housemate and I went to Sedona and got entrenched amongst some rocks. Earlier in our lives we hosted a Thanksgiving celebration (turkey pictured below).
Saw Scorsese's Hugo earlier in the same (my only) existence and found it too patchy to recommend. The Melies parts are good, but gawd the rest of it...
Been rifling through old scraps for inspiration and found unfamiliar scribblings clearly in my hand on the reverse of page 7, a page from an essay entitled 'Developing a New Course for Adults'. The first seems to be a half-baked idea for a story: "sibling finds a pen that was meant to be buried with the Dad and says, 'okay let's write for it.' The differences resolved with civility." The second one says, "monkeys with guns...it's hard to overstate who was lost because they were all important."
Been snowing a lot. Finished Love in the Ruins this morning. Was reading it last night at the Escape from NY screening.
"Whatcha reading?" someone asked.
"My life story," I said.
November is a month of bonanzas, to distill it all in a post would be inane. Furthermore it's December.