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Jun. 5th, 2005 @ 09:23 am The Book Meme
I've been tagged by PNH, and the hardest thing, besides counting books, is who to tag next.

Books owned: I'd say I own about 800-1000 books. I keep giving some away but I always have way too many left.

Last Book Bought: A pre-order, actually, of The Sound of Us by Sarah Willis. She's a good friend, she and I are doing a book signing together in July, and my book group is reading the book.

Last Book Read: Son of the Morning Star by Evan S. Connell. It's an old book, 1984. It made North Point Press a ton of money, and like many lottery winners they set out from there on the road to bankruptcy. It's about Custer at Little Bighorn, but like all good historicals, it is broader and richer because of the way it contextualizes its subject.

Five Books That Mean a Lot to You:

Star Rangers by Andre Norton. I don't dare read this again, but it was the first real sf book I ever read and it changed my life. I mean, here I am, writing sf, right?

The Sound and the Fury By William Faulkner. When I was in high school, my English teacher told me to read it. It was like climbing a mountain. I was almost finished with the Benjy section (the first section) when it clicked with me that Benjy was mentally retarded and I understood how the prose was working. I went back and started over again. I didn't understand it completely but I got most of the book, and the mind-expanding possibilities of prose, and the sense of mastery were powerful. It's not the Faulkner I re-read--that's As I Lay Dying but it was my first.

The Lonely Planet: China My copy is very dated, but it's the one that I used when I lived in China for a year. So when I look back at it, it is full of memories.

The New Basics by Julee Rosso and Sheila Lukins. It's a cookbook, and along with a handful of other cookbooks including The Splendid Table by Lynne Rosetto Kasper (which is a great and informative read) it has probably affected the day to day life of my family and me as much as any book I ever read.

The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien. It was a wonderful read. But it means a lot to me as a teacher, because i often assign it to students, and because my son was assigned it. He wasn't a reader in high school, but The Things They Carried seems to have infected him. And now he raids his father's stock of sf paperbacks to read at school.

I tag (trying to remember who has already been tagged) anton_p_nym, bram452, sleigh, coffeejedi, aynjel
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Jun. 3rd, 2005 @ 03:52 pm Infernokrusher
I found out I'm an Infernokrusher!

David Moles and Ben Rosenbaum were at my Wiscon reading. I read a story about a woman who, everywhere she looks, things burst into flames. And she likes it. So they invited me to be an Infernokrusher!

From Boing Boing:

http://www.boingboing.net/2005/06/01/gag_sf_literary_move.html

My Infernokrusher moniker is Krushermuther. I figured since we were making up everything else, I'd get to make up a cool nickname. Now I want a flamethrower.
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May. 30th, 2005 @ 07:45 pm (no subject)
Phaedra! I just got your email today! I'd have loved to have lunch!

Wiscon was a great deal of fun--although not as fun as Rio Hondo. (Because Rio Hondo is fun over many days and Wiscon is almost a thousand people and three days.) But I got to see many people I hadn't seen for many years, including dinner with Eleanor Arneson and Patrick Wood. I tried cheese curds, the famous food of Wisconsin. (If they are fresh, your teeth squeak when you eat them. Mine were fresh.)

I got to talk to Eileen Gunn for five minutes. And Nisi Shaw for five minutes. And Kristen Livdahl, Alan DeNiro, Chris Rowe, and Barth Anderson, all for five minutes. I got to meet Ben Rosenbaum for five minutes. And Theodora Goss, Karen Meisner, and Haddayr Copley-Woods, all of whom I read with, for maybe ten minutes.

I got to hang with Ted Chiang for a bit. Saw Lyda Moorehouse. David Hoffman-Dachelet.

The most sensible thing I did was that on Saturday morning, Bob and I walked to the farmers market and then spent the next two hours walking through the farmer's market and then through the city of Madison down to the University and back, looking in funky shops and finally stopping for lunch. Then we took a nap. Usually I feel as if I have to be at the con for the whole time. But a big break in the middle was really good.

But Bob wimped out at Karaoke at a party that night after telling me over and over he was going to sign up and sing the "Banana Boat Song". Day-o! Day-o! Daylight come and me wanna go home.

Next year.
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May. 27th, 2005 @ 07:47 am Travel Travel Travel
Last week I was in New Mexico, this weekend I am off to Wiscon, in Madison WI.

Tonight, Small Beer Press will have a party and Kelly Link and I have short story collections coming out July 1. I'm giving a reading and doing a couple of panels and Bob is going with me and it will be fun!

I have one more bit of travel--a week at the end of June--and a summer full of work and I'm delighted by all of it.
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May. 24th, 2005 @ 10:13 pm Walter Jon Williams Posts the Rio Hondo Menu
Sunday: (Walter Jon Williams with Kitchen MinionsTM)

Lamb Korma (lamb in fragrant yogurt sauce)
Chicken Masala(chicken in spicy tomato sauce)
Raita
Patiala Pilaf (pilaf with basmati rice and fragrant spices)
Matira (curried watermelon served hot)
Wine: Fetzer Gewurtztraminer

Monday: (Maureen McHugh with Daniel/Minion)

Tuscan leg of lamb with rosemary
Pork loin oriental, with ginger and soy
Edamame with beets and greens
Corn relish salad with balsamic vinegar
Apple pie and berry pie a la mode
Wine: Moulin de Sablons Chinon 2000

Tuesday: (Creative Leftover Day with Walter Jon Williams and Maureen McHugh)

Gosht Pullau (basmati pilaf with lamb and mint)
Edamame, corn, and squash stirfry with almonds and scallion
Lamb and Pork in Thai peanut sauce
Saffron Pilaf with Peaches (Zaffrani Pullau)
Sweet tortillas with ice cream and berry salsa
Falesco Vitiano 2003

Wednesday: (Daniel Abraham, Geoff, and Mary)

Tuscan steak
Grilled honey rosemary chicken
Sunshine carrots with ginger
Seared greens in olive oil and garlic
Grilled vegetable medley
Flat bread
Fresh mango chutney
Snickerdoodles a la Jerry
Wine: Cavit Pinot Grigio 2003

Thursday (Walter)

Giant prawns and/or heart of palm with remoulade sauce
Black roux gumbo with chicken and sausage
Holy Trinity Cajun tofu (by Maureen)
Cajun rice
Bananas Foster
Wine: Miguel Torres Cordillera 2001

Friday (Mike and Toby)
Margarita night (by Walter)
Spicy beef and bean burritos with salsa fresca, guacamole, and
fresh vegetables
Homemade tortillas
Strawberry cheesecake
Barton & Guestier Cotes de Rhone 2001

We were roughing it, obviously.
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May. 23rd, 2005 @ 09:52 pm Rio Hondo writing workshop
Back from New Mexico, where the land is beautiful, the discussion is writerly and the food is pretty damn good. The workshop was held, for the second time, at a lodge called Snowbear. We are treated like royalty there. It's the off season and I believe if we were all murdered nobody would know until about October, when they started to gear up for the ski season again, but it means the the Snowbear is mighty glad to get some business.

When we got there, the snowline was still below the lodge. Astonishing to drive up through snow in May, and the afternoon we got there we had rain mixed with snow. But the storm blew through in tweny minutes and the sun came out and we could wander around in shirt sleeves. I was worried about being at 10,000 feet with no red blood cells but I didn't seem to have terrifically more difficulty with the stairs than anyone else. Okay, Mike Bateman and Carrie Vaughn bounded around like rabbits, but most of the rest of us paused at the top to catch our breath.

Howard Waldrop was there for the second year. Oh my God. Every critique, Howard would say something astonishing. For a historical piece he said something like, 'Kudzu was introduced to the United States in 1876 but it didn't really get started until they decided to raise it as a cash crop in the twenties, know what I mean?' Or 'It takes thirty miles of atmoshpere for a meteor to burst into flame...' I mean, this stuff isn't astonishing until you realize, Howard doesn't google. Howard uses a typewriter. He just carries stuff like this around in his brain.

Walter Jon Williams, founder and Commandant, cooked a lot--including the obligatory black roux gumbo. (If he doesn't cook it I whine like crazy.) And the traditional bananas foster. I cooked some, including the obligatory leg of lamb. Walter will undoubtably post the amazing Taos menu. People seemed to like my story AND they fixed my plot holes. Mostly it was the week of incredibly well-written YA stories. Walter did great for a guy who nearly died eight weeks ago. And Taos did its healing magic for Walter and me.
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May. 12th, 2005 @ 07:35 pm Care Packages
I had my last chemo today. (YAY!) I'm in remission and done with the infusion room.

Before I went in for chemo, I sent Adam, my child, a care package for exam week which is next week. He has five tests and three projects due at R.I.T. When he was a child and living at home, I was constantly aware of the consequences of any purchases. Would they end up sticking to the upholstary of the couch? Would horseplay ensue that would possibly damage lamps? But he is twenty, 6' 2", successfully pursuing a degree in engineering, and living with other people. So I sent fifty water balloons, silly putty, a dart gun that shoots foam darts, Pringles (which I would never buy him because they were expensive and empty of nutrition and he would eat them instead of dinner) and Starburst. Iw ould have sent him the two cans of Silly String I had, but it turns out the aerosal cans are hazardous and cannot be sent through the mail.

It was great. He will be so happy. His roommates, on the other hand, may hate me.
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May. 6th, 2005 @ 03:50 pm This is Cool
Everybody else probably already knows about this, but I was tickled. Alas, they have just posted that if you haven't already RSVP'd that you won't be admitted because they are already full.

The Time Traveler Convention
May 7, 2005, 10:00pm EDT (08 May 2005 02:00:00 UTC)
(events start at 8:00pm)
East Campus Courtyard, MIT
3 Ames St. Cambridge, MA 02142
42:21:36.025°N, 71:05:16.332°W
(42.360007,-071.087870 in decimal degrees)

What is it?

Technically, you would only need one time traveler convention. Time travelers from all eras could meet at a specific place at a specific time, and they could make as many repeat visits as they wanted. We are hosting the first and only Time Traveler Convention at MIT on Saturday, and WE NEED YOUR HELP!

Why do you need my help?

We need you to help PUBLICIZE the event so that future time travelers will know about the convention and attend. This web page is insufficient; in less than a year it will be taken down when I graduate, and futhermore, the World Wide Web is unlikely to remain in its present form permanently. We need volunteers to publish the details of the convention in enduring forms, so that the time travelers of future millennia will be aware of the convention. This convention can never be forgotten! We need publicity in MAJOR outlets, not just Internet news. Think New York Times, Washington Post, books, that sort of thing. If you have any strings, please pull them.
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Apr. 30th, 2005 @ 04:59 pm Hey, Not So Bad!
Bob and I went today and saw The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I expected it to suck. It has gotten reviews that are all over the map. But Bob is stone Hitchhiker dude and owns it in ever medium it has ever been in. Laments that the current release of the BBC radio version doesn't have the part where Marvin does Pink Floyd.

Off we went and you know, I quite liked it. I was properly entertained. It wasn't great, but it sure didn't suck. And Douglas Adams did finally get it to film, even if he died first.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 @ 09:24 pm After
So my husband wants to be plastinated when he dies. (Before this, if he predeceased me, I had promised to have his ashes packed with fireworks so he could go out in a show.)

I have no real preferences after I'm dead. I kind of think burial is a waste of space, but if Bob announced that in the event I died before him, he wanted me buried so he could, I don't know, go to my grave and pine, that would be ookay with me. My biggest concern, after reading The American Way of Death by Jessica Mitford many years ago, is that my family will end up spending a lot of money.

Hunter S. Thompson's ashes were fired out of a cannon.

Anybody got weird plans for their loved ones or themselves?
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Apr. 23rd, 2005 @ 05:44 pm Remains of the Day
Bob and I went today to see Body Worlds 2 at the Great Lakes
Science Center. http://www.bodyworlds.com/en/pages/home.asp
It's an exhibit of human bodies and tissues (and a horse and
a couple of camels) whose tissues have been preserved
through a process called plastination. The bodies are posed
'artistically' in that one of them is posed with a fencing
sword, one on point as a ballerina, one balancing in a
one-handed hand stand with a skate board. Some of the
figures are 'exploded', that is, their muscles are flayed
out to show underlying muscle or their skulls are sectioned.

It is incredibly cool. (Geoff and Mary saw the exhibit in
Los Angeles.)

There is something incredibly Victorian and earnest and
grotesque about the whole exhibit. There were a lot of
people there with children. I don't think I'd take an
impressionable child. Not to mention, great care has been
taken to preserve penis and testicles in most, if not all of
the male exhibits, and the female exhibits often have intact
labia and fatty tissue of breasts and nipples. But mostly
because while the exhibit is ostensibly about how our bodies
work, it's also very much a weird meditation on mortality.
And I found myself noticing the specimens that still had
remains of their own hair. Or studying the features to see
if I could identify race. And thinking about them very much
as dead bodies.

Bob took a pamphlet about dedicating his body to be
plastinated when he dies. He is very pleased with the whole
idea. I have faithfully promised that if he predeceases me,
I will carry out his wishes. (I really don't care what
happens to me when I'm dead. I'll be dead.)
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Apr. 22nd, 2005 @ 12:35 pm (no subject)
Last night, Smith, the dog in my picture on LJ, found a dead raccoon in the culvert behind our house. Being a dog, she rolled in it. I was already in bed. Bob had let her out. She came in covered in the scent of rotting raccoon, thrilling Shelly the miniature dachshund and appalling Bob. He couldn't be around her without gagging.

This morning I got out of bed, filled the tub with cold water (she's always too hot) and conned her into it. I bathed her in baby shampoo as she patiently waited for opportunities to leap out of the bathtub. Finally, as I was filling the pitcher I was using to rinser her off--how can a dog that loves water so much, hate bathing so much--she leaped out and shook. I was wet, she was wet, the dachshund was wet, and suddenly both dogs were furiously happy. She's still a little soapy, but at least she doesn't smell like dead raccoon.

Of course, the raccoon was still out there. Bob asked if there was someone in the city we could call, but wonderful as it would be to have a dead animal removal service, I don't think they make housecalls. I know they pick them up off the streets, but they don't come to take them out of culverts. We have a dairy farm behind us and the culvert takes the runoff from 70 acres and channels it to a pond in the middle of our development. When it rains hard, the culvert, which is about five feet deep and quite wide, can fill and flood but normally there's just a narrow stream running to the drain.

The farmer has had an Amish crew selectively cutting trees from the area of woods behind us. They chainsaw the big trees down, cut them up, and use a pair of draft horse--big, patient brown horses with pale manes who snort condensation like smoke in the rain--to pull the logs to a truck. I don't know what the arrangement is, if the Amish were hired and they hired the truck or if someone contracted with the Amish crew to do the cutting. The Amish, of course, don't drive. What they can and cannot do is determined by the elders of their particular church. The decision is based on whether it will reduce their reliance on the community. So cars and trucks aren't allowed, but for example, the kids can use rollerblades.

There isn't enough land around here for the Amish. they have large families, as a rule, and although traditionally they've farmed, now they're turning to other trades. Furniture making. Construction. Factory work. Some of the girls clean houses. They can't own power tools, but they can work for someone who owns the tools and use them on a construction site. The can't drive, so they hire someone to drive them to the worksite and pick them up. Someone drops them off at the farm in the morning, and then picks them up in the evening, I'm sure.

Although there are a lot of trees still standing, cutting the biggest trees has meant more erosion. It's displaced a pair of turkey vultures who were probably nesting in one of the big trees. I wonder if it has done the same to our pair of redtailed hawks. We've had a pair here for years. I suspect that the raccoon may have been a casualty of the logging, although I don't know. It was full grown but not big. Or maybe it just died. With fewer trees there is some more erosion. I was going to pick it up with a shovel and dump it in a garbage bag, but Bob recommended just burying it in situ. So that's what I did this afternoon. I took a spade out to the culvert to where it was lying, the dull yellow-white of it's skull showing through it's wet pelt, and shoveled dirt on it. When I had a nice mound, I piled some big rocks on top of the mound, or Smith will probably just dig it up again.

I was really winded by hauling the rocks. I'm out of shape and chemo has reduced my lung capacity. But I don't think Smith can get to the raccoon body anymore. It's a little cairn out there now. It won't hold for more than a season or two, but by the time the water has washed it away, the bugs will have taken care of the carcass.

Wednesday I'll take Smith to Pet's Mart where she'll be bathed and groomed and the last lingering traces of dead raccoon will be rinsed away.
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Apr. 17th, 2005 @ 04:23 pm Future History
Bob and I were talking about Johnny Appleseed for some reason, and this just struck me as a possible future restaurant fad. So for anyone writing near future fiction, I offer this glimpse of one restaurant fad in the year 2018. (All characters are fictional. And you can buy hard cider in gorceries, but I don't think anyone has gone the vintage route yet.)

American Wine

“Johnny Appleseed wasn’t spreading apples for eating,” Josh Steingarten explains earnestly. “In the early days of the United States, hard cider was a staple. More than beer or wine.” Not that he knew that when he started Steingarten Cidery. Steingarten, a tall, lanky guy with a high forehead who looks a little like the Disney version of Johnny Appleseed. He’s a third generation Illinois farmer with a degree in agriculture from Ohio State. He was experimenting with organics as a way not to go bankrupt. But the apple orchard was just because he liked apples. “We sold them at farmer’s markets,” he explained. “And then we started making cider. I’d always been interested in viniculture but this isn’t really an area for fine wine.”

Steingarten had no idea that he was part of a tiny but growing movement just after the turn of the millennium. At that time, high end restaurants didn’t feature vintages of hard cider on their wine lists. Today, of course, vintage hard cider is the fastest growing segment of the alcoholic beverage trade. Names like Steingarten and Fox Creek Orchards are just the most well known of the labels. Fox Creek sells its hard cider or applejack by subscription, and when they open a vintage, they often sell out in less than an hour.

Hard cider differs from regular cider in more ways than just punch. As Steingarten explains, good hard cider is made from sour apples. Sweet apples are an aberration in nature. Grow an apple tree from seed and most of the time the apples will be sour, which is why apple trees are graphs. All of the red delicious apples in supermarkets come originally from just one tree. Slips, or branches of that tree were grafted onto saplings to propagate it. But hard cider, although made from trees of the same type of apple, are propagated from seed. The apples are sour, and all slightly different. According to hard cider lovers, that’s what gives hard cider it’s depth and nuance.
A good hard cider is dry and complex.

“In a hundred years,” Steingarten says, “we’ll have ciders that match the complexity of a good cabernet. Although it will be a completely different experience.”

Lori Keller remembers when they had to warn parents that the cider wasn’t apple juice. The wife of Topher Keller (who with Steingarten is often called the grandfather of the hard cider revival) laughs. “We used to have it for tastings, although we couldn’t actually sell it. We used Dixie cups at the vegetable stand. People would come up and grab it for their kids. You know, apple juice, right?”

Not apple juice. American wine.
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Apr. 5th, 2005 @ 10:34 pm Shopping
There was a certain kind of English woman who, having married and produced an appropriate amount of children, would then retreat to a world of horses and dogs. She would be relatively unconcerned with fashion and truth be known, probably relatively unconcerned with her husband. It's a stereotype, but tromping around in my favorite ragged barn coat with my big dog, I recognized in myself a sympathy with that windblown, doghair covered, unattractive soul.

Luckily, I am still besotted with my husband. And today I conned a friend of mine into taking me shopping and bought several items in colors that had names like 'melon'. Things that were neither black nor olive drab, my usual color preferences. I came home and modeled them for Bob who approved of my boldness. So next time I go slogging about with the dogs it might very well be in a raspberry jacket.

once in awhile I think it's important to fight my own fashion entropy. Not often, and I could not quite be convinced to commit to capri pants. But I tend to think of life as a kind of method acting and sometimes it helps to mess around with costumes and props.
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Apr. 2nd, 2005 @ 09:52 am Travel Plans
Bob has a cousin who lives in Germany (outside Mannheim) who he talks to almost every day by internet but who he hasn't seen in something like twenty years. So I thought we should go to Germany next year and so, Lord willing and the creek don't rise, we will.

Dresden is celebrating it's 800th anniversary and we know we want to see Berlin, but we haven't a clue what else to do. I found a site for river tours in Europe and we thought about that, but we will only be able to spend two weeks there. Since we want to spend some reasonable portion of it with Chris (Bob's cousin) a week is a big chunk of a trip.

I know Savageseraph knows quite a bit about Germany. Anybody else got any suggestions about things I could look into?
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Mar. 31st, 2005 @ 08:42 pm Feeling a Bit...Vanilla
I know someone who recently got an Ipod and has been having me listen to podcasts. Podcasts are fun because they're like radio programs done by your neighbor. Amateur productions spread upon the web. There are some very professional ones out there (particularly Morning Stories from NPR). Then there's the next tier down which is interesting, a little ragged around the edges maybe. And since they are unregulated, they can be about anything. Which brings us to SexGeeks. Lots of frank discussion about sex in the direct, wholesome mode. They talk about a range of topics, from scientific studies on pheremone response in humans to sex toys to that venerable San Francisco emporium, Good Vibrations. And they often include links from their page.

Which leads us to anal jewelry.

Attactive Butt Plug Jewelery

If you pucker up, then pucker up with some of the most unique anal jewelry available. These all stainless steel plugs are designed for a nice comfortable fit for long term wear. They weigh more than other plugs reminding the wearer of what is inside. The glass cut gemstones finish off the plug and attracts lots of attention to the wearing party. These are true work of art collector pieces.

If you had asked me if there was anal jewelry, and I had thought about it, I'd have probably come to the conclusion that it existed. But I have to admit, it's one of those items I just never thought about. If you want to see the above item, do a google search on 'anal jewelry' and select the first link. It's fairly tasteful.

Just out of my range of things that I think about.

Like I said, I feel so...vanilla.
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Mar. 29th, 2005 @ 10:53 am Remission
I'm running around everywhere talking about being in remission, even though I will be bald until probably September or so and I have three more chemos.

And it feels like spring here in Ohio. I may have to take the dogs for a walk. Not a long one--chemo has scarred my lungs and I have to work back up to some endurance. But what a good way to start, with a sunny day and happy dogs.

Oh, and yesterday at chemo, they found a vein on the second try.
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Mar. 17th, 2005 @ 02:56 pm Veins
(This post is not for the faint of heart--it's about veins.)

Veins. Who knows much about their veins? I knew I had
decent veins. When I went to give blood, they never had any
trouble getting one, and when I started chemo, same thing.

But now, alas, my veins are letting me down. The bigones in
the crooks of my arms are getting scarred. The little ones
in my wrist are collapsing, the the lower arm is full of
elastic wrigglers. Today I went for a CAT Scan which
involves putting iodine contrast in a vein.

Three technicians and seven sticks later, we had a vein that
wouldn't collapse. The techs kept apologizing (as if they
were somehow responsible for my poor scoured veins sounding
a retreat.) They kept saying, 'If you want to stop...' but
since this is the CAT Scan that I expect to verify my
remission, I was damned if I was going to stop. So I kept
saying, 'Go ahead,' and they kept getting a vein and then
having it blow.

'I've got it...oh, no, it's blown. Sorry. We can stop.'

I thanked them and thanked them for their persistence. They
were funny, thoughtful and wise.

Damn these veins.
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Mar. 15th, 2005 @ 02:42 pm Blurbs
My collection of short stories, Mothers & Other Monsters, is coming out from Small Beer Press in June.

Gavin Grant sent me a very positive blurb from Ursula LeGuin which I would happily repeat in it's entirety right here but I was so excited and flustered I accidentally deleted it.

Anyway, she seemed to like the book and think I was a good writer.
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Mar. 6th, 2005 @ 12:35 pm From side of pizza box
Refrigerate any leftover pizza.

If reheating... please RESPECT THE PIZZA

Do not microwave. Instead:

1 Preheat oven to 400 degrees F

2 Remove pizza from box and place on middle rack in oven

3 Bake pizza for 8 to 9 minutes


Makes me wonder if I've been dissing the chicken wings, too.
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