Author: paulattinello
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Wicked, wicked boy
So work on articles and book has dribbled to – not quite nothing, but very little. And, caught on the prongs of guilt over not keeping up with my energetic co-editor, I find myself reading pointless comics (Hellblazer) and light books… in between bits of Improving Literature, such as Jungians on dream work and Boice…
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Symptomatic
Sorry I'm not blogging very often; still feeling a bit distant/reserved from the blog after the messes with TypePad; and still a bit uncomfortable with its new interface, which is technically better but more complicated (which is of course distracting from the business of actually writing). An interesting discovery, an uncovering, at my doctor's appointment…
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Irritable today… after spending too much money on things I don't really want, while feeling pushed from one thing to another – £750 for the privilege of staying in the UK, £440 for new glasses with frames I don't quite like. Phone calls to government agencies and chain stores, lots of voicemail and people apologizing…
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To the London Lesbian & Gay Film Festival
[A grumpy letter to the festival. Perhaps I should sign myself Brigadier-General, as in those parody Monty Python letters to the Times.] Dear LLGFF, So the 22nd London Lesbian & Gay Film Festival is on tour; and just three movies from its series will come to Newcastle, at the Tyneside Cinema, in mid-August, with about…
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Mamma mia
Well, well, two summer blockbuster films in one week: quite bizarre for me. David C. and David R. wanted to go; I argued that I didn’t really want to see Mamma Mia, but they wanted to, and it sounded pleasant to spend the time with them, so I went. Well. I suppose there are a…
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Too dark a knight
Today, a day of seeing the doctor, prescriptions, correcting paperwork, getting things done: a decent enough day, though there was no Writing of the Book in it. (And I can’t help thinking that those are the dangerous days: when you really are busy but don’t get any of the big stuff done. However, admittedly, there…
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Stunning
Tonight, exasperated with my rather unsuccessful cooking and eating over the past week, I went out – fairly late, at 9 pm – to the Italian restaurant up the road. As with several Italian restaurants in the area, since I’ve made a point of telling them I’m Italian, and often sit alone with a book,…
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Fragments read
As spurious has started blogging again (he’s been busy – and he’ll get busier now for a few weeks, he’s marrying a lovely woman, a faintly more conservative philosopher than he but a charming colleen, in September), at a time when I’m getting back to it myself, I’m impelled to echo some of the author’s…
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On the way to living
The past few days have seen some work, and a great deal of not working: in the midst of some lovely weather, much quiet, much space. Today I followed several patterns familiar from this summer: up at 6, surfing the web unimportantly; then slept another hour or two; then… but here the patterns broke a…
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Hildes Reise
It is rather wearing to see all of these films about AIDS. (Have I perhaps mentioned that already?…) This one was well-made; coolly done – a lovely, simple ending. But the most disturbing part was the rich Swiss family, homophobic and controlling: ick – we may all be glad we’re not rich Swiss people. Of…
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