Nov. 10th, 2005

aadler: (ck4)
11:00PM Central Afghan Time

Several days when I keyed in prior writing, got other stuff done, but didn’t turn out any actual new copy on “Glass Ceiling”. Three days, actually, which is substantially longer than I should have gone, but I suppose everyone needs a break every now and then. I’m back on the move now — little over 1,000 words today, almost to 15,000 total — with nothing happening tomorrow that should prevent me from playing some catch-up.

Other news:

I got a letter yesterday (with a birthday card included), that was from  1)  a woman, who was  2) neither a daughter nor a niece, and  3) not previously married to me. Three good things in one envelope. Okay, this is not an uproariously dramatic event, but it doesn’t feel bad. Letters are precious here; letters from not-otherwise-disqualified members of the opposite gender, more so.

I’ve gone back to working out in the gym in this compound on a daily basis. My goals are modest; I just want to be in decent shape. My largest problem on the Army physical fitness test (which is given at least once a year, or as often as anybody with the power to require it, does so) has always been the two-mile run. I can run just about forever, at my own pace, but the specified time is just a hair faster than is comfortable for me, so I always have to train up to it. I’m doing it right now, on a treadmill; when I can do a minute better than the required time, I’ll feel confident of my ability to pass the for-real test if it’s sprung on me as a surprise. I’ve lost eleven pounds since I arrived in Afghanistan; I need to drop at least fifteen more, and twenty would be better.

I found out, not an hour ago, that we had a rocket attack last night. Complete with sirens. I was totally unconscious of the whole thing. How can a guy brag about something he sleeps through?

Oh, and one of the reasons I let three days go by without writing: I got caught up in finishing out my Firefly DVDs all in a rush, and then watching the copy I’d been holding of Serenity. Thoughts below, including substantial spoilers for the two or three people in the U.S. who haven’t already seen the movie.

Firefly and Serenity )

I’ve been a fan of Buffy since the first episode, and remain one more than two years after the series ended (over a year, if you count Angel as a continuation of the Buffyverse). But I see what’s been done elsewhere, and I think it’s entirely possible that the bar has been raised. I think the time may come when we look back and say, “Remember when we thought Buffy was good? Heck, remember when it actually was the best thing on television?”

It happened with STAR TREK. The original series seems almost like a parody now; but it suffers by comparison because it broke new ground, it got left behind because it opened the way for others to go farther. That’s not the worst fate a work of art can suffer.