Commenting on snow flurries in central Florida, some local yahoo remarks, "They talk about global warming (h'yuk, h'yuk), and here it's snowing in Florida!" Right, anyway...here in Atlanta, it's a balmy 42F, though it feels like 38 with the wind chill factored in.
Despite distracting health crap early yesterday, I tried to get a good start on Part Two of "The Crimson Alphabet." But I only managed 462 words for letter N, and I'm not even sure they're usable words. I've got to find momentum and motivation and hold on.
I didn't mention yesterday that on Wednesday I read both "Twenty Evocations" and "Spider Rose" by Bruce Sterling (in Crystal Express, 1989). I thought the later was especially fine, once I managed to see past the technoporn trappings. What at first seemed like just another dry examination of computer-enhanced human beings in space, turned out to be, instead, a sort of lamentation on the loss of humanity...or rather, the loss of society and biology...as well as a tale of the unlikely rediscovery of interaction with living beings via radical morphological alteration. Indeed, the ending was reminiscent of something I might have done for Sirenia Digest. So, yeah, I liked "Spider Rose" quite a lot. It was originally published in 1982 in the Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. Given the prevailing climate among sf writers, I might be tempted to call this piece anti-Singularitarian.
Not much else to yesterday. I huddled in my office, trying to stay warm. Spooky listed a new doll on Etsy, and it sold almost at once. We had the last of the New Year's Day black-eyed peas for dinner. I took an extremely hot bath and finally got warm. It occurs to me that I have not yet left the house this year, as I haven't been out since New Year's Eve.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thanks.
Onward, platypus...
Despite distracting health crap early yesterday, I tried to get a good start on Part Two of "The Crimson Alphabet." But I only managed 462 words for letter N, and I'm not even sure they're usable words. I've got to find momentum and motivation and hold on.
I didn't mention yesterday that on Wednesday I read both "Twenty Evocations" and "Spider Rose" by Bruce Sterling (in Crystal Express, 1989). I thought the later was especially fine, once I managed to see past the technoporn trappings. What at first seemed like just another dry examination of computer-enhanced human beings in space, turned out to be, instead, a sort of lamentation on the loss of humanity...or rather, the loss of society and biology...as well as a tale of the unlikely rediscovery of interaction with living beings via radical morphological alteration. Indeed, the ending was reminiscent of something I might have done for Sirenia Digest. So, yeah, I liked "Spider Rose" quite a lot. It was originally published in 1982 in the Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. Given the prevailing climate among sf writers, I might be tempted to call this piece anti-Singularitarian.
Not much else to yesterday. I huddled in my office, trying to stay warm. Spooky listed a new doll on Etsy, and it sold almost at once. We had the last of the New Year's Day black-eyed peas for dinner. I took an extremely hot bath and finally got warm. It occurs to me that I have not yet left the house this year, as I haven't been out since New Year's Eve.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thanks.
Onward, platypus...
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Truthfully, I've also noticed that most people have an incredible lack of a long-term memory when it comes to the weather. Every damn summer, I can't go to the grocery store without listening to every alter kokker whining about how it's suddenly miserably hot, and the honks of "it's hot" makes my neighborhood sound like a pterosaur rookery. Naturally, they aren't amused when I ask them how long they've lived in Dallas (almost always, the answer is "All my life") and then ask them "And just how many major snowstorms has Dallas had in the middle of July?" Every year, though, the summers are full of whines that assume that we should have the same exact temperatures as those in Tasmania, and if we get below freezing, the locals make a run on the grocery store as if they're going to be snowed in for months.
I know: that "so much for global warming"crap is quite common out here, too. Never mind that Dallas is probably going to hit 75 degrees F tomorrow, with a low of 60F: this simply doesn't happen out here, and the yahoos don't want to hear that the global warming might be contributing to more extreme weather as things try to stabilize. The Atlanta drought and Dallas's record summer rainfall is to be ignored, right?
It's not like climatologists haven't done a pretty decent job of stressing that global warming is a complex process, not a simple scenario where everything, everywhere just gets warmer...
It's below zero here. We have the kind of deep-freeze winds that feel solid: not so much that you are walking into gusts so much as your face is gradually hardening into cracks. I have been failing to avoid being outdoors.
http://www.wesh.com/weather/14973518/detail.html
Here in San Francisco we are having gale force winds. Not pretty.