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Last night the Spouse and I went up to Marin to see the Firesign Theatre.

Yes, you heard me right. We'd seen them ::mumble:: years ago (15?) at the Beacon Theatre in NYC; even then they were wonderful. But the thing that really stood out last night was how much these guys love 1) language, 2) old radio and early film, and 3) politics. As usual much of the first act was a sort of dial-turning excursion through various "shows," including a Nick Danger mystery ("Rocky Rococco! But you're dead!" "Not anymore!") and (I thought of you, [livejournal.com profile] nineweaving) excerpts from a little performed Shakespeare play which presages the recent oil spills, called Anythinge You Want To. They all seem to love the material and like working together which, I suppose, is a good thing 35 years in.


Also: on an entirely different note, I just found out that my book The Stone War is cited in a 2008 book called The city's end: two centuries of fantasies, fears, and premonitions of New York's destruction. The author seems to think it's an example of pre-millennial anxiety, but I don't know that I was worried about the millennium when I wrote it--that it came out in 1999 was an accident of publishing timing. Still, cool. That, and the fact that one of my early short stories is on the syllabus for a college course somewhere, chuff me ridiculously.