The Michael Canfield Channel

Novel Progress

There has been some. I'm not quite at the point I hoped to be here at the end of June (i.e. -- done) but I am close. So close in fact that I see the solution to one problem. In too add four chapters, and in know exactly where they go.

This is good.

Sleep ...

... didn't happen last night. I did some work this morning in preparation for tomorrow's big free content experience but now I'm about done in. I was thinking about catching "Hot Fuzz" or some other movie, but my limbs feel like rubber now, so I ain't going nowhere. So Plan B is to ...
ahh I forgot Plan B already ...

2007: The Year Green Tea Broke

Funny article in Salon about the newest panacea: green tea. I've noticed racks and racks of new green-tea products filling the supermarket shelves in the past few weeks. I thought GT was big already, but it got bigger. My favorite will probably always be green tea ice cream, which is extraordinarily tasty, though I guess that is not the point.

I'm still in beta

... needing to move all my free read links over to this page, as well as some other stuff. And I keep tweaking the font size daily.

Currently reading Guitar Manby Will Hodgkinson, a memoir of a thirty-five-year-old journalist in London who decides to take up the guitar for the first time with the goal of being able to play in front of an audience within six months. Pretty soon he realizes that's not a well-thought out goal.

Some decent self-deprecating humor in the vein of current light memoirs like, say,Candy Freakor Word Freak. It weaves personal anecdotes with some history of the subject and encounters with whichever contemporary musicians the author can score an interview with. A enjoyable read, and jibes really well with my own attempts to play.

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One more minor thing

that is annoying about Blogger is that post-dated posts appear immediately when they are saved, and not hidden until the date and time they are scheduled to appear. Another awesome thing about Blogger is no annoying drop-down calendars to select dates from. Just type a date in the date field like a sentient with reasonable motor skills and move on.

Oh and one more awesome thing about Blogger? Free.

I need pants

Because I finally switched from cable internet from DSL, I ditched my land line. Because I ditched my land line, my blackberry is my only phone. Because it is bound to warm up outside around here one of these days, I'll need to carry my blackberry (which is further fattened by a maxi-sized battery and a rubber exo-skeleton) somewhere besides my jacket, and because I don't want to have to carry a messenger bag all summer, and because I need pants, I bought a couple pair of cargo pants with giant leg pockets.

If it were practical I'd buy another six pair.

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Bad Blogger

*Sigh*

I'm still being a bad blogger. I set up some tools, now all I need to do is get back in the habit and start typing away again. I believe it was Robert Benchley who said something like: "Anyone can do any amount of work provided it isn't the work he is supposed to be doing at the moment."

Awesome. He also said: "The surest way to make a monkey of a man is to quote him." He fathered Peter Benchley, who wrote Jaws. That book was made into a movie. I read the book and saw the movie. The book was better, though Benchley fils had a little too much fun making up "Kiss Me Deadly" -type titles for boorish secondary characters to read, considering the general condition of his own work. Steven Spielberg made the movie, and the movie made his career. Spielberg took out the sex, smoothed off the rottenness of some characters, added special effects, and just look at what the cinema has become. It was, if not the first, probably the first, "adult best-seller" I read, and the film was the first film to cement the peterpanish holywood blockbuster we still know today. The '70's. Before Jaws: The Godfather. After Jaws: Star Wars. Hollywood has never looked back.


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