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meme. First sentences, 2009! January: The sun is melting the frost off the inside of the windows, the cat is complaining, and my toes are cold. February: Busy but pleasant day today.March: This is what rock climbing has done for me:April: 9. All stories end the same way. It's easy when you know how.May: At first, I thought the email was a very clever phishing scheme. [That was one of my rare locked posts, so no link.] June: batwrangler has graciously posted her photos of the Wrentham dog shows on her flickr account, including some pics of the Giant Ridiculous Dog and the Lesser Ridiculous Dog. July: Seattle, day 5. Still no bukkit.August: I've been up and working since 6:30, and the dogge needs to go out and chase the ball and then have a walk and his breakfast, and so do I (I thought of something I really, really wanted to eat today last night and now I can't remember what it was, except it involved whole wheat toast. Maybe if I look in the fridge I will remember. Maybe I'll make home-made tortilla chips today, around reading my slush and finding some other Useful Work to do. Maybe I will clean the downstairs or something. Oh, and sending out some packages, because it's not actually Sunday, Bear.).September: Forty-eight glorious degrees fahrenheit this morning.October: O Perfect Timing!November: Death to daylight savings!December: Today I must:Tags: baa baa black sheep
Current Mood:  indescribable
Current Music: Greg Brown - Just a Bum
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but there are things that annoy me to no end. Maybe it is a cautionary tale about dangers of random browsing of the Internets: don't stray from the path, there might be idiots... I went to Alternative history forums (alternativehistory.com, I believe - don't want to dig up a link) following a link to some maps of zombie apocalypse. I have nothing against a good zombie apocalypse, as long as it doesn't really happen of course. After seeing rather inventive maps I wanted to see what else is there, and of course, posts with words "Russian" in the name do tend attract my attention. So I clicked. People in that particular post discussed an amusing hypothesis: what if in 2012 all ethnic Russians all die? Is it weird that I am having serious problems with this idea? I kind of want to wash it off my brain, but maybe I am overly sensitive, and amusing possibility of disappearance of nations and ethnicities is a fun intellectual pastime? Or I shouldn't judge people, because they don't mean it seriously? Or who would miss Russians anyway, they are all evil? I am a boring stuck up with no sense fun... Tags: rant, the internets
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Things are quiet here at the homestead, by which I mean, I’m so busy that I have virtually nothing to blog about. In addition to keeping up with my day-job, I’m trying to turn a 500-page book around into something show-able by Christmas; meanwhile, I’m fielding requests for stock signings (I’ll always work ‘em in — it’s a nice problem to have) and trying to get ready for my holiday travels to Kentucky.
So. To be brief and self-promotional (’tis the season!), in case you didn’t see it — Boneshaker made Barnes & Noble’s list of top ten science fiction/fantasy novels of 2009! And I’m tickled pink to be in such good company on that list, I tell you what.
Anyway, if (by any chance) you’d like a personalized copy of Boneshaker — for yourself or someone special — you can always pick one up via the University Book Store (please follow directions at that link). I can’t promise you delivery by Christmas because I’m not in charge of the store’s shipping practices; but I can promise to head over there and sign mail order copies tomorrow … which makes your stocking-stuffing chances better than fair.
If you don’t care about signatures but you’d like some ordering options, here goes:
If you’re local to the Seattle area, you may expect to find signed copies at the University Book Store, Third Place Books in Lake Forest Park, and probably the Barnes & Nobles at both Northgate and Pacific Place.
Whew! I think that covers pretty much everything Boneshaker-related at the moment, and I offer sheepish apologies for this brief return to the Boneshaker Channel; but I hope this answers — in one fell swoop — some of the emailed questions I’ve been getting lately. Thanks so much for reading, everyone, and happy holidays of every sort to everyone who celebrates them.
[Crossposted to/from my website. If you'd like to comment, you can do so either here or there.] Tags: misc
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I'm on flare-up #3 of the sinus-infection-coughy-thing that our decaying, shortly-to-be-vacated house has inflicted upon me. I swear, the 28th can't arrive soon enough! I can only subdue this thing with drugs for so long. I'm tired of walking around in a Benadryl-induced haze. Meanwhile, teaching is over for the term, thank goodness, although I meet with my supervisors on Friday to determine whether or not my most recent overhaul of Chapter 3 is sufficient. Everything else is edited, final, tight. But this goddamn last chapter has thrown me for two loops now, and I'm praying it won't throw me for a third. Well, even if it does, we've set February 14th as my official submission date, and my viva, for which my external examiner has already been procured, will be scheduled in March. The truth lies somewhere between here and early February. I'm just not sure where. The CMS annual Christmas Party is on Friday afternoon, right after my supervision. This means that I can go drink myself silly if the news is bad/frustrating/WTF. But I don't expect it to be. I felt good about this most recent edit, I really did. I dug in hard and made some incredibly bold statements in my conclusion, which I hope are warranted. The highlight of the CMS party, as many of you know, is the yearly poetry competition ( which I won in 2005, and then didn't bother to enter out of sheer laziness for the next several years). This year, instead, they decided to hold a medieval-lit-based Lonely Hearts Advert competition (hence my "glee and amusement" status message on Facebook last week). You bet your ass I entered. It's time I attempted to reclaim my crown. Tags: my shapeshifting ph.d., writing for my afternoon tea
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Name: heir to the glimmering world
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We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world forever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities.
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion our empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth.
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
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