Stayed over at the Lake House. Woke early. Made coffee. Fed Max.
Two sets of novel notes arrived yesterday…both were extremely promising. One from the publisher in London and the other from my friend who teaches at NYU. Very positive. I am still undecided about the end. Wish I could write about it without spoiling it. Something good is finally emerging from my time with him.
That pustulent, suppurating, festering, odious, limited…ugly little man.
Something beautiful is being born. From out of the shadows I will make something glorious! Eh up lad. Where there’s muck there’s brass.
Today I am in pursuit of beauty! In all its many forms. A row of freshly planted melons. A perfect cup of tea. A beautiful penis.
I have a friend on FB who takes the most beautiful photographs and yesterday he shared a picture of Thomas Heatherwick‘s Beach Cafe at dusk. Too perfect. This man Heatherwick is a genius. This is exactly what Whitstable needs. A fantastically bold architectural something.
I met a boy yesterday. A brief assignation with a 22-year-old from Maryland. A hotel room in Santa Monica. He was on vacation with his parents. He was my height, muscular, masculine. He had the most enormous penis. Incredible shape, thick. He wanted to ‘role play‘ but I refused. He was deaf. I did not want to know his name.
Robby waited outside until we had finished.
Spent the rest of the day planting neat rows of cantaloupe, honeydew and water melons..we planted far too many. We also planted far too many ‘heirloom’ tomatoes. There are other bits and pieces in the raised beds in front of the house. Squash, pumpkin etc.
I am perplexed. There is a bare patch of land where the huge Bougainvillea used to be. Needs filling. Needs something. What?
We weeded and watered and dug compost into the dry earth. We trimmed the grape vines. The sun began to set.
Joined the Piettes at The Malibu Community theatre for Hannah’s performance of Tweedle Dee in Alice in Wonderland. The play was great fun. The girl who played The Mad Hatter (Sage?) was not only very beautiful but incredibly talented. Ate pizza during the interval.
We stayed until 10pm. Hopped straight into bed when I got home.
Tom suggested that I reprise my stage version of The Baron in The Trees.
- Spun (Coriolis) by Thomas Heatherwick (design-milk.com)
- Building the Seed Cathedral: Thomas Heatherwick on TED.com (ted.com)