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Part 27 | The End

Part 26 | Meanwhile, Across Town

Part 25 | Just Because the Sun Want a Place in the Sky

Part 24 | Pleasant to Look at the Ocean

Part 23 | The Purple Light of a Summer Night in Spain

Part 22 | But You, My Sweet, are Different

Part 21 | If I Wanted Two, I'd Ask For It

Part 20 | With six you get, etc

Part 19 | Waitin' for my man

Part 18 | Show Me the Way

Part 17 | Sometimes a Cigar is Just a Cigar

Part 16 | White City

Part 15 | Digerati and the End of the World Excerpt OR / Eric Clapton Versus my 25 Cents

Part 14 | Can Write Music; Play Tennis

Part 13 | People Who Have Just Met and Sound the Same Must Have Ulterior Motives

Part 12 | Never Trust a Man in a Blue Trench Coat

Part 11 | Voluntary Quicksand

Part 10 | The Bodies, The Voices

Part 9 | Centrepiece

Part 8 | Where are You From?

Part 7 | The Correct Attitude

Part 6 | Postmodern Declaration

Part 5 | "They Always Said He Would Be Nothing but a Fish Head"

Part 4 | The Wind and the Bass

Part 3 | Burma Shave

Part 2 | Just Watch Me

Part 1 | Someone We Can Dream On

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Gabrielle Taylor's "Cockluck"

January 24, 2002

Part 6 | Postmodern Declaration


"Hi Fort, it's me..."


"...?"


"Oh I'm sorry, I always forget the time difference. I usually just, you know, type to people in other countries. Not phone."


"..."


"I was worried. I know you're nowhere near New York or DC but... I miss you so much. I like that shirt. When are you coming home?"


"..."


"Oh come on! Seriously? He made you be three months late already!"


"...!"


"But that's longer than the whole movie was supposed to take!"


"..."


"What?"


"..."


"But... why shouldn't I call?"


"..."


"But you're just making a movie! How can there suddenly be a security risk in you talking to the phone to someone in Canada?"


"...?"


"I guess."


"..."


"So you really don't know when you're coming home? Not next week though."


"..."


"Yeah, I know. Planes are grounded all over. Newfoundland is really packed. I don't know what they're all going to eat."


"...?"


"It's not like anyone's going to attack Ottawa, you know, but I'm still upset. Which is the idea I guess."


"...?"


"I don't know. Partly I feel like they got what was coming to them."


"..."


"Yes, I know--"


"..."


"I don't mean even stockbrokers should be turned into plane-concrete sandwiches. I mean that when you fool with as many things as their government fools with that eventually one of them's going to fool back. I don't know. I'm sympathetic but I don't understand how they can be so amazed."


"...?"


"Bourque said the Palestinians said they did it, then they said they didn't do it, but now everybody pretty much figures Osama bin Laden."


"...?"


"He tried to blow up the Trade Center a few years ago."


"...?"


"Yeah, exactly."


"...?"


"I would be a lot more upset if I was alone. Since you're going to be gone so long Auntie might as well stay in your room."


"...?"


"Auntie Dynamite."


"I hired Bertram to find her."


"...?"


"Maybe I'm having one of those quarterlife crises."


"...?"


"A monastery near Quebec City."


"...?"


"No idea."


"...?"


"Today, actually. Bertram found her yesterday and I drove up today. I must have left about an hour before the planes crashed. Missed most of the teevee eroticizing it. I was going to put her in your room, but she's asleep on the living room futon right now. Went to sleep in her clothes. She said they didn't have cable in the monastery and she wanted to watch Letterman. Not that he was on. I had almost forgotten about what happened this morning until I turned on the television and the planes were crashing. The Pentagon is still burning."


"...?"


"A little, but it's better than being alone right now."


"...?"


"Probably. The media was saying just this year that Canada's a big terrorist hotspot. The government says we didn't have anything to do with it but I have trouble believing anything Chretien says since I saw the four lane highway to Shawinigan last year."


"..."


"I don't know. I could be dead. You could be dead. What difference does it make?"


"..."


"Well, exactly."


"..."


"Do you think you'll have to stop production?"


"..."


"Right... How long will that take?"


"..."


"But... why won't they let you come home while the script's being revised?"


"..."


"They won't be grounded forever. I imagine coming up with a non-terrorist villain will involve quite a bit of script surgery -- maybe they'd let you just for a weekend? I haven't seen you since June!"


"...?"


"Would I have net access?"


"..."


"It's not like I have to be here to get the work, but I do have to be able to get it and turn it around in the time I'm contracted, that's why. I'm perfectly capable of logging off otherwise."


"..."


"Yes, but they can't keep the planes grounded indefinitely, and then the airfares will be really cheap because everyone will be afraid to fly, so I could get a really good deal. Maybe tool around Europe after I see you."


"..."


"If you're still waiting for the script."


"..."


"True, but I wasn't about to say that."


"...?"


"Because you enjoy your work, even if the scripts are lousy, and I'm happy you're happy, because I love you. Silly."


"..."


"I miss you too. Did they get you a new assistant yet?"


"..."


"Can hardly be worse than the last one. When's the court date?"


"..."


"You are getting everything back after the trial?"


"..."


"I should hope so. It's not like you can replace the watch. Well, I suppose I could get another, but--"


"...?"


"You did. You said the watch I gave you for your birthday last year, your wallet, some of the cameras, and then they caught him in Willa's trailer."


"...?"


"Well you must have, how else would I know?"


"..."


"Maybe. I haven't decided yet. There's a new Leonard Cohen album out before her birthday, does your sister like Leonard Cohen?"


"..."


"He is not chick music. You like him."


"..."


"Well, I'll think of something. If I go visit you before then we can pick out something together, although I imagine it'd have to be pretty innocuous to get through customs now. I'll have to get my passport renewed and then they'll want to know why I'm going to Casablanca with a stiffly fresh passport."


"..."


"Anyway, I should let you go back to sleep. I'm sorry I woke you up, sweetheart."


"..."


"I love you too. Talk to you soon. Good night."

Posted by gtaylor at January 24, 2002 11:51 PM