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January 28, 2005

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Commendations and recommendations

4:47 PM, Friday, January 28, 2005

I’m pleased to announce that All-Star Zeppelin Adventure Stories made the Locus Magazine 2004 Recommended Reading List. Whee! And Rich Horton gives us a very nice review. Ben Rosenbaum’s wonderful “Biographical Notes to ‘A Discourse on the Nature of Causality, with Air-Planes’ by Benjamin Rosenbaum” is also called out on the Recommended list — go Ben!

(Oh, and, yeah, “The Third Party” and “Five Irrational Histories” made the list, too. As did a lot of other stuff that I was not involved with but that I can personally testify is very good.)

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madness

I know several of you will appreciate this

2:30 PM, Friday, January 28, 2005

Someday, I Will Copyedit The Great American Novel

Right now, there’s a writer out there with a vision as vast as Mark Twain’s or F. Scott Fitzgerald’s. He is laboring in obscurity, working with deliberate patience. He isn’t using tricks of language or pyrotechnic plot turns. He is doing the hardest work of all, the work of Melville, of Cather: He is capturing life on the page. And when the time comes, I’ll be here — green pencil in hand — to remove the excess commas from that page.

(Via Making Light.)

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life

After two days out I’m now back at work, with six new stitches right down the center of my chest (we’re going to pretend it’s a duelling scar, okay?) and a full bottle of generic Keflex, but without a chunk of flesh about the size of a 20¢ gumball. (I know there’s no such thing as a 20¢ gumball, but it was bigger than a 10¢ gumball and smaller than a 25¢ gumball.)

You know what I’m going to be thinking about while I’m watching the new “Merchant of Venice.”

For those of you following along at home, apparently what I’ve got isn’t staph but some sort of diphtheroid. Which summons up images of impoverished ex-Soviet republics or WWII Army hospitals (like my friend Andy said: Sulfa drugs? Diptheria? What did you do, spend Christmas on the Western Front?); but it turns out to be a pretty large family that includes a lot of common “skin flora,” down to and including the ones that cause acne. So whatever it is, it’s probably been there for twenty years, and just finally decided it needed more Lebensraum. Here’s hoping its national aspirations have finally been quashed with sufficient force.

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January 24, 2005

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And while I wasn’t looking

6:21 PM, Monday, January 24, 2005

This weblog just passed its second anniversary.

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life

Sleep schedule

5:49 PM, Monday, January 24, 2005

Friday I stayed up till nearly midnight hanging out with Jed and Ted and Mike and Johnzo and Victoria. (We think there should be a cable channel called the Fire Channel. And we fear that someone will start turning out Philip K. Dick sequels: We Can Build You Again, Our Friends From Frolix Nine, We Can Remember It For You Retail.) Saturday I stayed up till nearly one over at Dave and Marcy’s, watching all three LOTR movies back-to-back, in the extended cut. (Frodo got a raw deal.) Yesterday I worked on “Planet of the Amazon Women” a bit (though not enough), and watched “When We Were Kings” (which gave me a renewed appreciation for Will Smith’s “Ali”) and “Atomic Café” (which gave me a renewed appreciation for Fallout), and went to bed early. Today I still couldn’t get up till ten to seven — less than an hour before sunrise.

Some day this winter’s gonna end.

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Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent

5:48 PM, Monday, January 24, 2005

I read Suzette Haden Elgin’s Native Tongue back in . . . mmm . . . not sure, high school maybe, maybe earlier; I would have been in sixth or seventh grade when it came out. (But maybe later, because some of my memories of reading it imply that I must have had more exposure to lingustics than I think I would have had back then, even in a house with a linguistics major in it.)

I found it depressing — well, no surprise there, it’s a dystopia, and a pretty nasty one at that. And also frustrating. Frustrating because the Linguists of the book (the capital L denotes linguists working with the State Department’s Alien Relations program, raised from birth to be native speakers of alien languages), the male ones anyway, were bad linguists. Case in point: There’s a scene where a non-Linguist who’s married into one of the Linguist families starts to say “See here—”, only to be cut off by the head of the clan, who pompously forces him to modify it to the allegedly more literal, and therefore more correct, “Perceive this.” You can’t even call that prescriptivist. Even as a shibboleth, it’s just plain wrong. Even if these guys are really only glorified interpreters (and the Linguists must maintain secret knowledge of linguistics to some extent, or the oppressed women of the Linguist families would have had a good deal of trouble inventing Láadan), they seem to be shockingly ignorant of both etymology and metaphor. (“Bobby, do you know what a metaphor is?” “A component, like a capacitor?”)

But anyway. Through a series of clicks that would be tedious to relate and that I can no longer completely retrace, today I came across Ms. Elgin’s web site, which is full of interesting ideas — even if on some questions, like Sapir-Whorf, we don’t necessarily see eye-to-eye. Have a look.

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Almost on time

12:36 PM, Monday, January 24, 2005

The fourth Irrational Histories installment, the Mayan one, is up. I read this one for my uncle’s poetry group down in Santa Ysabel back in December.

Next week will be the last of the original five from Rabid Transit. Guess I’d better get speculatin’.

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January 20, 2005

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New and improved

12:44 PM, Thursday, January 20, 2005

Several months ago the SFWA told me they couldn’t link to my personal site because it was not “clearly identifiable as a personal author page.” I’ve never been quite sure what that was supposed to mean, but, regardless, has now been updated and should, hopefully, be a little less confusing, and not just to SFWA. (Among other things it now includes the last ten entries from this journal, so maybe the half of my relatives that haven’t been able to find it will, now . . .)

Also it’s now in CVS, which I know means nothing to y’all but makes me feel secure and fuzzy.

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. . . it looks like “The Third Party” is going to be reprinted in Gardner Dozois’ The Year’s Best Science Fiction: 22nd Annual Collection. (Now I really need to do something about that novel . . .)

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January 18, 2005

life

Running late

4:12 PM, Tuesday, January 18, 2005

The third installment in the Irrational Histories series is up — should’ve been up yesterday, but I spaced on it. Somehow I went from being full of Big Plans the first couple of days of the year to being completely unable to get my act together, in just a couple of weeks. Hopefully it’s the drugs.

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January 13, 2005

economics

Colorado senator plans to default on national debt

4:24 PM, Thursday, January 13, 2005

From the Greeley Tribune, via Josh Marshall. Emphasis added.

“I believe we have a problem with Social Security that will emerge in 2018,” ]Senator Allard] said. “At that point in time, Social Security pay out will be more than what is in the fund put in by working people or employers.”

Allard said there are no reserves in Social Security because what is there is automatically transferred into the general fund, leaving a debt of $28 trillion. But he doesn’t believe the money will ever be repaid to the fund.

“The money is spent,” he said. “I don't believe in my own opinion we'll be able to raise the funds to pay it back.”

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science

Back to the 20th century

1:28 PM, Thursday, January 13, 2005

So, apparently it wasn’t MRSA after all, but some ordinary infection much less exciting and dangerous, if equally annoying. Oh well.

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religion

The logic is inescapable

9:59 AM, Thursday, January 13, 2005

If the right-to-lifers are right, Heaven is chiefly populated with the souls of embryos.

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January 12, 2005

politics

I’m not sayin’ I told you so, but . . .

12:40 PM, Wednesday, January 12, 2005

It took a few months longer than I originally predicted, but the Iraq Survey Group is cashing it in. No, Virginia, there are no weapons of mass destruction.

The only part I have trouble believing in all this is that back in April 2003 I actually thought the administration would care, or that someone would call them on it.

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January 11, 2005

science

It’s a start

4:14 PM, Tuesday, January 11, 2005

The Swift telescope is all very well, but I still don’t think enough is being done to protect us from the threat of automated alien warships armed with zero-point-powered gamma-ray lasers.

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January 5, 2005

science

You know you’re living in the 21st century when . . .

11:58 AM, Wednesday, January 5, 2005

. . . you’re diagnosed with an antibiotic-resistant staph infection and you haven’t even been in a hospital lately.

Still, at least it’t not necrotizing fascitis. Yet.

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January 3, 2005

life

MMIV/MMV

12:05 PM, Monday, January 3, 2005

Looking backward:

  • ASZAS. Props to Jay, Deb, Lara, Greg, and all our authors. This one’s for you.
  • Also: “The Ideas”, Flytrap #2; “Five Irrational Histories”, Rabid Transit #3; “The Third Party”, Asimov’s #whatever (September). All the stories I wrote in 2003, I sold, so I can’t complain.
  • Wrote four more stories. Two, “Finisterra” and “Planet of the Amazon Women” I put serious work into. (The first is looking for a home and the second is in queue for a rewrite request.) The others, “Non Servimus” and “Marlow Ashore”, being written more haphazardly, under duress. Undoubtedly something will be done about them sooner or later.
  • After 3100 miles of road trip, I really have to hand it to the designers and builders of the interstate highway system. Also to the fine engineers at Toyota, and at Sumitomo Rubber Industries. The guys who made my tire chains, though, not so much.
  • Namecheck: Steven Clark. Orgcheck: The Wig Lodge of the Immersion Composition Society. How does this make me feel? Note the words in high volume. It makes me feel like a decadent dilettante.
  • Forty-four hours is far too short a time to spend among such excellent and admirable . . . you get the idea. I’m glad I saw those of you I saw and sorry I missed those I missed.
  • I don’t think I have anything new to say about the Boxing Day tsunami, but you could do worse than start with Ben Rosenbaum’s collection of charity data.

Looking forward:

  • The day job’s better than it’s ever been. Now all I need is a waterfront office, a personal assistant, a pony and some ice cream, and my day-job life would be complete.
  • Twenty Epics. I can feel it in my bones: this is going to be fun. But only y’all can make it as good as it deserves to be, so get scribblin’. (Or composin’. Or storyboardin’. Or whatever.)
  • Irrational Histories. Through a chain of events too dull to relate, I’ve ended up with a Blogspot Blog. Not wishing to detract from the glory of the august publication you have on your screen before you, I have no intention of actually blogging on it. Instead, I’ll be publishing weekly abstracts of things that couldn’t possibly have happened, starting with the five from Rabid Transit. Who knows, maybe after I’ve accumulated a couple of hundred of the things someone will offer me a book contract and I’ll become the Alan Lightman of the humanities set. Comments welcome.
  • This is not to say I’m not going to be working on Intervention, the novel that follows on from and perhaps incorporates “The Third Party”.
  • Though it may be some effort not to work on the other novel, set in the rather stranger universe of “Finisterra” and “Planet of the Amazon Women”. No title yet, but a first line: In Utopia the finest views are reserved for the dead. (Has someone used that already? Let me know.)
  • Excelsior!

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