"There is a black sun which is not visible to the human eye. It is our beacon and its fire burns within us." -- Akkadian temple inscription



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Black Sun

Steven Kaye's irregularly updated blog

Back from sunny California - on a whim (and the promise of a party with plentiful alcohol), I flew out Thursday night to see Tim and Lee, newly absorbed into Microsoft. Tim spent most of Friday and Saturday with various family members who were in town, so I helped Lee pack up some of his stuff and move to his new digs in Mountain View. He has a fireplace. I'm not sure why you'd need one in California, but there you go. I'm also not sure why his complex is called "The Shadows," for that matter. I half-expected Ernest Thesiger to offer me a potato. I also tried to return John's copy of Solaris, but he's mostly a DVD man these days, and he's not taking his VCR to France. So beware - lurking in the bowels of Northern Jersey is a man with a Tarkovsky tape, and he's not afraid to use it! Anyway, Saturday evening was filled with drinking, the watching of silent comedies and horror films (and one film, Cave Dwellers, which should have been silent), and catching up some with Laurel (who was celebrating taking the bar). Sunday it was time to wrestle more of Lee's furniture into the U-Haul, and Tim drove me to the airport. Sadly, there was no time for the traditional "Let's try to kill Steve by driving him off a cliff in the Santa Cruz hills," but I understand the Seattle area has its share of lethal vistas as well. And so, back to a week of layoffs, community meetings, and a reminder that I really do need to update my old website. If anyone's really interested in an 1890s CoC game, by the way, I can be bribed surprisingly easily.
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