I finished my Turing story, “The Imitation Game,” and plan to mail it out to a magazine today. It came out good.
Recently I polished two older paintings that I did this summer “en plein air,” that is, outdoors. This one is a hill in Los Gatos. I added a UFO and turned the old vineyard stakes into snails.
Here’s the view from the cliffs at Davenport. Again I added my trademark saucer, also a Saucerian consulting with a giant cephalopod. Happens all the time.
Just yesterday I finished this painting of the Hollow Earth I’ve been working on; it’s derived from a sketch I added to the Second Edition of the Hollow Earth, coming soon from Monkeybrain Books.
Right now I’m working on a story with Bruce Sterling, which will, I believe, involve some very large ants.
Last week Sylvia and I were down at Cruz one rainy day. I love the pelicans. Here’s one stretching his beak.
When the pelicans fly low along the waves they’re like Hells Angels.
Saturday I went for a walk alone at Castle Rock, my first time back since my sixtieth birthday.
Nice and autumnal, with the sun shining through the parasitic mosses. Every plant is a stained glass window in this cathedral of life.
I always dig that misty distance layering.
And this tree with the floppy lips. Everything so perfect, on its own.
You can crawl inside some of these eaten-away rocks.
I’m thinking of writing a story like Kafka’s Metamorphosis, in between working on the story with Bruce. I was reading the original in German today, it’s funnier in German. Kafka’s friend Max Brod claims that when Kafka read this story to him, Kafka started laughing so hard that he fell out of his chair. What a genius he was.