I got invited to brunch this morning at the house of a friend from church. It starts at 9:30 and I usually have breakfast at 7:30.
I am huuuuungry.
Haven't even had my coffee yet.
Then, because today is a public holiday and most of my occasionally-seen friends tend to do that working thing rather than being an unemployed gardening bum around their house, I'm catching up with an old church friend from uni days in the city and we were going to see some old masters (maybe?) at the NSW Art Gallery, which I haven't been to in years. And maybe dinner afterwards.
Except we texted about this last week, and after the "done!" declaration that today was marked out, I haven't heard from her.
Of course, she is very much the modern equivalent of the Mennonites or Amish, which is not to say that she's anti-technology, just that the whole smartphones thing started right around the time she was a) living and working in London and very local community oriented, b) living and working in Fiji and very local community oriented, and now she's living and working in Sydney and...you guessed it...very local community oriented. She uses her phone for messaging/texting people (and she doesn't check it every five minutes like the rest of us) and that's about it.
Anyway, I'll go to brunch, wait for some news, and then probably hop a train into the city.
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We are in the scene right before the 'mission of doom' and Nick is talking with T'Challa. This section will probably need some major revision.
Also: I've written Nick as a black man of America very aware that he is a black man of America, and therefore knows he will never be considered as good as a white man, or even as good as a Wakandan (because the Wakandans are undoubtedly an insular and clannish peoples, and an American black man, while highly respected for what he's done, is still not going to be on quite the same level as one of their own), and I have a sneaking suspicion that this will not sit well with the (mostly white) readers.
I am huuuuungry.
Haven't even had my coffee yet.
Then, because today is a public holiday and most of my occasionally-seen friends tend to do that working thing rather than being an unemployed gardening bum around their house, I'm catching up with an old church friend from uni days in the city and we were going to see some old masters (maybe?) at the NSW Art Gallery, which I haven't been to in years. And maybe dinner afterwards.
Except we texted about this last week, and after the "done!" declaration that today was marked out, I haven't heard from her.
Of course, she is very much the modern equivalent of the Mennonites or Amish, which is not to say that she's anti-technology, just that the whole smartphones thing started right around the time she was a) living and working in London and very local community oriented, b) living and working in Fiji and very local community oriented, and now she's living and working in Sydney and...you guessed it...very local community oriented. She uses her phone for messaging/texting people (and she doesn't check it every five minutes like the rest of us) and that's about it.
Anyway, I'll go to brunch, wait for some news, and then probably hop a train into the city.
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We are in the scene right before the 'mission of doom' and Nick is talking with T'Challa. This section will probably need some major revision.
Also: I've written Nick as a black man of America very aware that he is a black man of America, and therefore knows he will never be considered as good as a white man, or even as good as a Wakandan (because the Wakandans are undoubtedly an insular and clannish peoples, and an American black man, while highly respected for what he's done, is still not going to be on quite the same level as one of their own), and I have a sneaking suspicion that this will not sit well with the (mostly white) readers.