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My first elementary school:

my second elementary school:

I have a third elementary school, two high schools, the San Francisco Art Institute, Cabrillo Community College, and UCSC to go, but it's outrageously late.

You know it's your fault I'm doing this, you know it.

I need a new head (1064 words)

Well, I made my quota, but it took five hours and about four of that spent playing games and futzing around. If I could write steady I could write five-ten thousand words a day. Anyways, the chapter is almost 16800 words and the book is about 23500 words. What is that? Almost 65 pages printed, huh. This chapter has about 3-6K more words in it, and then there's two more chapters about the same size and three more vignettes of 3-5K each and it's done. I've been doing this, what, two months? At this rate it ought to be about four more months. I think this will need only a pass or two of revising/editing before I send it out, which will mean I can start on either Hope Street which is all about the nasty side of the same world as the Chuy Book Esperanza Highway in the throes of Unification, with corrupt everything and some really rough spots and political murder and prison and stuff -- or the Bella and Chain thing which is being very compelling right now and has no title yet but it ought to get a title from something Harry Smith said probably.

Oh dog, yes, that hotel he stayed in in New York -- the Earle Hotel -- my mother was always afraid he was going to burn himself out of it, which I think had already happened at least once. Hmm. The web claims he lived at the Chelsea Hotel all the time. But he was in the Earle (or was it Earl?) when we visited him. Maybe because he had recently burned himself out of the Chelsea? Well, I'm not going to use "Chelsea Hotel" for a title,anyhow. There's something I don't know, pretentious or something, about that. And it's too bad Cat's Cradle has been taken and I wonder if Vonnegut had met Harry Smith and took off from the things Harry would say about string figures? "No damn cat. No damn cradle." No, that's the opposite of what Harry would have said.





There's a book about him. Oi dog, just what I don't want to know about. There's information about the book here.

The weirdest thing just happened. I've been listening to random Bollywood things from http://www.bollywoodmusic.com/, and if the music wasn't strange enough already, somebody just started yodelling. I mean yodelling yodelling, not something like yodelling. It was like the yodelling on the Sims Vacation CD, actually. That's just stranger than necessary.