Susannah Breslin's interview with Ellen Forney. I very nearly bought Forney's book of cartoon-illustrated personal ads, Lust, but I was looking at it when I got the call that we were being locked out, so I put it back on the shelf and walked right out of the store. It's also worth reading Breslin's short-short story, H is for Hardcore, from the online magazine elimae. It's short and sharp, very well written.
I'm listening to David Bowie's Major Tom songs (Space Oddity / Ashes to Ashes / Hallo Spaceboy), trying to figure up some more weird future thinking. since finishing the Future Earth submission, "Timebook," I've been scrambling to start a new project but nothing's really suggesting itself yet. The super-heroes thing is -- interesting -- but I can't quite find the right tack with it.
My second day of full-scale picket duty was fairly boring. Walked back and forth, read Thomas Pynchon on a wooden bench, played sudoku, failed utterly at sudoku, worked on a crossword, failed utterly at a crossword, drank a smoothie, thought about macaroni and cheese, listened to the Writers & Company interview with Carlos Fuentes, and left early to run the sign-in sheets over to the union's offices.