November 27th, 2008


[links] Link salad gives thanks that it is not a turkey

Becoming Screen Literate — Visual constructive and the creative process. (Thanks to willyumtx.)

How genes evolve — Some fairly cool stuff, albeit thick reading. Hang on to your ribosomes. (Thanks to lt260.)

Parastic DNA — It’s life, but not as we know it.

Building for the long haulCentauri 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!

How the media talks about torture and the rule of law — (Thanks to chriswjohnson.)

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

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[personal] What I am thankful for

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.

Happy Thanksgiving.

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[child] More wit and wisdom of the Child

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.

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[writing] Wisdom of Fred

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.

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