Silence is infuriating.

The Professor and I saw “AI” yesterday afternoon. I wanted to see it before there was a lot in print about the movie. I’d heard there were some interesting plot twists to it, and indeed there were. The Prof and I spent a fair amount of time last night finding flaws, inconsistencies and unexplained jumps in the plot, but for all that we found wrong with it, I’m glad I saw it early in its release. I couldn’t imagine what a Spielberg/Kubrick collaberation would be like. The result was interesting, to say the least.

I set the chapter I worked on a couple of weeks ago aside for a while. I find I’m better at reviewing my own work if it has a chance to “go cold”. And indeed, when I reread it last night I saw quite a bit I want to tweak on it. Now that the Professor is finished teaching for the summer, I’m not sure when I’ll sneak the time in to work on it though. His vampire hours are worse than ever right now though. Today he went to bed at 6:00 a.m., just as I was getting up. I may be able to write weekend mornings, if he stays on this schedule for a while.

I’m looking forward to my Boston trip in a few weeks. I think I could really use the time off from work and away from the Prof for a while. He’s been moody these past days, and I’m not dealing well with his silences. He always seems to find a way to turn it around on me as though its me who has the problem. When he first goes into “silent mode” I’ll ask him if anything is wrong. He always says “no”. I then start babbling about anything, essentially keeping up a one sided monologue until I run out of things to say. I’m usually tired of listening to myself by that point anyway. So I get quiet. Once that happens, he starts in on me, wanting to know what’s wrong, why am I so quiet? All of a sudden, the silence is *my* fault, even though I may have struggled for upwards of an hour to break it.