I successfully removed the two offending bamboo stems but apparently we've got stinging nettles in that part of the garden jungle. And yes, I did find that out the hard way. Careful investigation reveals that they're growing in what used to be the lawn so I may just take the Roundup down there and spray them down because it's not as if there's anything important in the ex-lawn that I care about damaging and if some of the bindweed gets caught, that's not exactly a great loss.
I've also hacked back the vines. Again. And had a go at one side of the hedge in the front garden. I suspect that what we really need to do is hire a gardener but previous attempts at this have been largely unsuccessful and I'm not sure that either of us can face the whole cycle of finding possible gardeners, leaving messages, chasing up the lack of response to messages, and so on.
I really do enjoy commerce. I’m a half-assed capitalist.
As you may have seen, I played with the title for a long time, but I’m willing to settle down and admit that this is the one. It works better for a lot of reasons. For one, the different spelling does subtly affect pronunciation, and it gives people something to hang their mental hats on, instead of something that sounds like a high-pitched fart.
Another reason is that, after printing many copies and looking at many copies and selling many copies, I decided I liked this way better.
I like the idea of a story that doesn’t have a precise name. That’s so retrograde and antifuture and unGoogle that I love it.
And, after seeing this story in the hands of many people, I am beginning to understand what it’s about. It’s my way of dealing with the future. My way of taking the future in manageable chunks. It isn’t really science fiction, except when I feel like it.
TUMBLR WHY ARE YOU EVEN A THING.
(In heavily related news, Kismet's Tumblr site is live and updating now!)
ETA: Orrrrr ... it could be that I hadn't set the time zone on that blog yet. >_> (But I did have the timezone-glitch thing happen several times with scheduled posts on the kismetcity blog, and I DID check the timezone settings there! Fingers crossed that it's just some weirdness in that one blog, and everything works correctly now ...)
- At Alpha Sources, Claus Vistesen links to his podcast wherein he argues that too much blame is being placed on the IMF.
- blogTO notes a documentary on a CBC prop warehouse.
- City of Brass celebrates the Fourth of July and the end of Ramadan.
- Crooked Timber is scathing about the IMF, the European Union, and Syriza.
- The Dragon's Gaze links to a paper that studies Gliese 229B, one of the nearest and first-found brown dwarfs.
- The Dragon's Tales notes that half of the banded iron formations extant on Earth are products of microbes.
- Geocurrents notes how non-inevitable the Saudi state was within its current borders.
- Language Log looks at the use of Sinitic characters in modern Korea.
- Lawyers, Guns and Money tackles pea guacamole.
- Marginal Revolution shares photos of an abandoned Soviet space shuttle.
- Towleroad notes that Cuba has managed to halt mother-to-child transmission of HIV and syphillis.
- Window on Eurasia notes the anti-Ukrainian slur Khokhol's unacceptability, looks at controversy over national textbooks in Tatarstan, and examines a dying Finnish-language magazine in Karelia.
- The Financial Times' The World warns of radical Islam among Albanians.
My memory is this - an away team, or equivalent representative in other canons, lands on a planet where people have ceased interacting with each other because of some virtual reality reason. I think the individuals were mostly okay? Except for a probable extinction due to lack of reproduction. IDK, also could have been teenagers unwittingly killing each other off. It seems like the sort of episode, in my memory, where Wesley Crusher Meets a Peer/Makes a Friend/Falls in Love would be a good chunk of the plot. If I didn't think it would have to be set in space, I might have guessed the same of Jonathan Brandis's character in SeaQuest.
I don't *think* I am confusing this with the Firefly crew landing on Miranda, because I really think 1) it's an older memory and 2) they woke up/unplugged/interacted with an actual person. But maybe not? Argh.
I've seen maybe three episodes of each of the later Star Treks with traveling ships; a lot more DS9, but this doesn't seem to fit anything they would have done. But it seems like the sort of cautionary tale story that Star Trek likes to do.
Ringing any bells? Argh.
The other thing that's interesting as I go back through old journal entries, excavate old vids, etc, is to see how things were back then. SGA went off the air six and a half years ago. Six and a half years ago I had never been to WisCon, I didn't have a Dreamwidth yet, and I had never even met some of the people I now count among my closest friends. It's kind of amazing, how much things can change. But it's also kind of encouraging.
I wrote this (well, a draft pretty close to this) before I’d heard what the results of the referendum were; not to follow the crowd but to state my opinion. I’m relieved that the Οχί (or “No”) side won, but this strip would probably have been stronger if it had gone up a day or more ago.
There’s a minor discontinuity here, I think. Cartoon Nia, like most of the cast, has been implied to live somewhere in America (probably). But for the purposes of this strip, my cartoon avatar appears to be in Greece. Well, I wanted to say something about yesterday’s referendum. You can consider this one out of continuity, I think.
I alighted from a train at Tile Hill railway station. One of the first things I saw was a large racist sticker, which I destroyed (note for stubborn stickers: wet them then scrub with a rough stone, such as a piece of gravel, or hard twig &c [/too many NF stickers when I was a kid] ). I waited at the bus stop nearest the station and saw two buses pass on the other side of the road before a 360C, "C" for clockwise, arrived at my stop. I got on the bus and discovered the bus seats were crammed together tightly enough to bruise my knees. I also realised I hadn't brought a pen. I decided that if I was still on the bus by the time I reached the retail park then I'd stop there for pen acquisition purposes. We passed every possible style of twentieth century British suburban housing, but the inhabitants hadn't done much to differentiate their homes, with no eccentric front gardens or unusual paint jobs on display. I saw a boxing mural. We drove along Unicorn Avenue, with a microfibre duster hung from one of the bus stop signs as if someone had been polishing it, then along Nod Rise and past a bus stop for Fl'stead Highway, short for Fletchamstead Highway. There were many roads called [something] Highway, which I don't remember seeing before in Britain. The most interesting buildings were schools, with an odd chimney or a creepy mural of a face across a pair of double doors or a statue outside (of St Christopher?), but I didn't investigate them because showing too much interest in school buildings tends to make people nervous. I saw four more grumpy lions, brown this time, on the gateposts of what appeared to be a doctor's (dentist's?) surgery in Roland Avenue. Then we passed the Arena and arrived at the Coventry Arena Shopping Park. I got off the bus in search of a pen, and was amused to see that Coventry City Council had enacted the cunning plan of placing a public library inside the mall opposite Tescos. I applaud their urban planner's genius!
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Auteur : Robert Charles Wilson
Langue : anglais américain
Type : roman (trilogie)
(1ère parution : 2005)
Format : paperback, 450 pages
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Conclusion : C’était palpitant, autant le côté science fiction qu’humain, l’histoire la Terre sous sa membrane et des personnages humains à sa surface. C’est le premier tome d’une trilogie et le suivant au moins, à ce que je comprends, sera consacré à l’exploration d’un nouveau monde. Mais moi ce que je voudrais voir, c’est la terraformation de Mars de l’intérieur ! J’attends donc que la compagne de mon frère qui les lit avant moi termine, me dise ce qu’il en est, et si possible ensuite me les prête. Ou bien, je cherche à les charger sur ma liseuse ? On verra dans les mois à venir…
There are a lot of questions that come along with such a dramatic change. I've grappled with some of these questions for years. Do I have the discipline to write every single day, and the work ethic to keep plugging at it, even when I reach the less pleasant stages of writing? Can I generate an idea compelling enough to draw an audience of readers? Can I create the type of work that can be sold for cash on a professional venue, like a short fiction magazine or an anthology?
Today, the questions I'm dwelling on are less abstract, but no less difficult for me to answer. I'm debating issues of my online presence. Crowdfunding is becoming an increasingly attractive option for writers, especially short fiction writers like myself. One of the options I'm considering is opening a Patreon account. Clearly, the critical aspect of crowdfunding is creating an audience, and the only way to create an audience is to publish. So, the main step of creating a successful Patreon presence is still the #1 answer to any writing-related question: write.
In the meantime, I'd like to have somewhere to point people at, in case someone should ask me how they can support my writing career. Patreon seems like a viable option for that, if only in a long-term view. It would also make a handy place to compile links and create a writing portfolio of sorts. Less formal than an official website, which I am also considering creating, but it does create a necessary one-stop destination.
One of the advantages of the social media era of writing is that I feel I have less to worry about the informal nature of some of my writing. This blog, for example, not to mention my Tumblr and Twitter accounts. When I look at the online presence of some contemporary genre writers ('my peers', as I practice saying) I feel there's more latitude given, a less strict standard of what counts as on-topic for a writer's blog. I can imagine someone looking at this blog, or my Tumblr, and not immediately thinking, 'this person is clearly not a professional writer'.
I still have open questions. Should I create a website? Should I include a more restrained author blog, and mirror only the substantial content from my current blog? Should I create a separate Tumblr to include only content relevant to Collar of the Damned and my other original writing? For now, I'm plugging away at my actual writing, and of course this blog as well.
"FROM PARIS WITH LOVE" (2010) Review
On the heels of last year’s action hit, ”TAKEN”, producer/writer Pierre Morel released another action packer last month called ”FROM PARIS WITH LOVE”. This movie centered around a pair of CIA operatives portrayed by John Travolta and Jonathan Rhys-Meyers hunting for Islamic terrorists in Paris. ( Read more... )
Mark Reads starting Witches Abroad, one of my favourite Discworld books:
Camp NaNoWriMo Update, Day 5
Target Wordcount: 280
Actual Wordcount: 346
Total Progress: 2511 / 10,000
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We had lots of warning about grandma's death and she was hoping for it, so I'm torn between grief that my grandmother is gone and also relief that she's not suffering anymore.
Guys, don't start smoking when you're eleven and keep it up for several decades. It's hell on your lungs. This is my advice to you.
Also big ups to my teddybear who was there when I needed it for the loud sobbing part of the day.