Embarking on another Nebula voyage

I see I won’t be lacking for stories to read. The Nebula ballot is out and it looks like a long list. Of the novels, I’ve read Brasyl, which felt long enough for at least two novels. I remember thinking that it seemed more like a Nebula novel than a Hugo novel. As for the […]

Not Seasonal Affected Denial

Pay no attention to the snow behind the curtain. Just draw the shade. Besides, that isn’t snow, it’s too wet. It’s, um, early spring precipitation. Very early spring. And if you’ll believe that one, I know of a nice bridge from Lower Manhattan. Looks beautiful when it’s all lit up at night.

Ahhh!

50 degrees in October feels like the first intimation of winter. 50 degrees in March feels like a heat wave. The whole world seems to be breathing out one big sigh of relief. The snow is melting, the ice is gone, vast swaths of ground have reappeared. Granted, most of the soil doesn’t look so […]

Re: Falling For Science

Falling for Science: Objects in Mind, edited by Sherry Turkle selects from 25 years of student essays recalling objects that fascinated them as children, complemented with similar (if longer) essays by mentors and practicing scientists. The writers recall things that utterly absorbed them, things that taught them about the world, its structure and function. Sometimes […]

A Story About Nothing

In the beginning, was the void. Whether a void exists is a moot question, but there was no one to debate. This led to much confusion.

Sock in progress

I really should have known better than to buy a skein of sock yarn just because I like the colors. It seemed logical. It’s best suited for socks, so I should knit a pair of socks. I looked up some basic sock patterns, bought needles and jumped in. Then I got the skein tangled so […]

Long Apatosaur is Long

In the days of the Very Long Ago, there was a great Apatosaurus and his tail was very long, oh my best beloved. He would walk through the spiny piney palmy forests and snap his tail, ever so gracefully, ever so loudly, and CRACK, down would fall the trees and he could eat. He would […]

The true virtue of public sculpture

One must when traveling is checking out the view from the hotel window, even though I’m a bit of a cheapskate frugal, so the view is usually pretty blah. This last weekend in New York, we were treated to…what is it? It’s like a giant mushroom foot cloud hippopotamus thingie.

Re: The Last Light of the Sun

The Last Light of the Sun, by Guy Gavriel Kay returns to type. Various sympathetic characters’ lives weave together toward an unexpected climax. And there’s a battle at the end.

One year in

When I started, I wasn’t sure I would keep this up for a month, let alone a year. I can’t say whether this blog has gotten any better. I find it just as embarrassing to look at yesterday’s post as last year’s. I have found it a useful place to store things like my pizza […]