Wherever you are in the world and its cultures, even if this holiday is obscure to you, Happy Thanksgiving.
November 27th, 2008
Parastic DNA — It’s life, but not as we know it.
Building for the long haul — Centauri Dreams with a cool post about the survival of materials in outer space. With nifty photos!
Plumes from Saturn moon may come from liquid water — Mmm. Fountains of paradise. This is an exciting moment in science, between the work on the outer moons and the exoplanetary stuff.
Sweet molecule could lead us to alien life — Sugars in galactic space. For serious. Wow. Bring the Kool-Aid!
The Extreme and Imaginary Pro-Obama Bias — Your liberal media at work.
Freakonomics asks its readers to explain how mortgages get securitized — Worth reading the comments section pretty carefully, if you’re interested in the root causes of the real estate component of the Bush Depression.
?otD: Why didn’t Bob Marley shoot the deputy?
Body movement: 30 minutes on stationary bike
This morning’s weigh-in: 222.8
Currently reading: The Confidence-Man: His Masquerade by Herman Melville
I am thankful that I have life. For this, I owe first and foremost my parents. (Plus a few megayears of human evolution and some cultural pressures that brought their lineages together — come on, I am a genre writer.)
I also owe my continued life to lasirenadolce, the ER team at OHSU, and Dr. Herzig, my cancer surgeon, and so I will be eternally thankful to each of them.
I am thankful for all the gifts which cancer has brought me, a malignant Santa Claus come down the chimney of my colon to change my life.
I am thankful for my daughter, who reminds me every day that those megayears of human evolution have a point, which is to create more human evolution, in my case in the form of 90 pounds of emotionally transitioning, off-the-wall, brilliant, beautiful, loving child.
I am thankful for the people I love, and the people who love me. Most of you know who you are.
I am thankful for the fiction I write, those who see fit to publish it, and most especially those who enjoy reading it. Heck, I’m even thankful for those of you who read it and don’t enjoy it.
I am thankful for a good job, a nice house, plenty to eat, decent health, an interesting life, friends both close and distant, and especially you who are reading this today.
Most of all, I am thankful that I have a today. Because without the day, there would be no thanks for me.
Various tidbits from the_child of late.
On hearing Christmas music as we left Thanksgiving lunch with my parents at the Chart House: “Why aren’t we hearing Thanksgiving music? You, know, ‘Here’s the turkey, I just shot it…’”
On watching the movie Corpse Bride: “Yes! At last, a girl gets to save the day!”
“Why did you raise me without tv or videogames?” That led to a whole conversation about my theory of Producers and Consumers, after which she pointed out that her thumbs weren’t as fast on the controller as other kids’.
“If I could shapeshift, I’d turn into kenscholes. Well, no, that might be too much.”
“You don’t have all your book covers on your iPhone? That’s bad business for a writer.”
Also, when I was signing the limiteds of Cucurbital, she sat down with me, and without a word, began facing the books for me. Clearly she has been well-trained.
Sometimes Fred is smarter than I am. Reading the galleys of Escapement this afternoon, I came across this line of mine, which I had forgotten.
“If you have lived the sort of life where only one great mistake was possible, I sorrow for you.”
Somehow, this seems very apropos this year.