July 14th, 2010

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[links] Link salad thinks this song is about you

A mixed but ultimately positive review of Mainspring

How to soar when you’re already in flight… — A.M. Dellamonica asks a really interesting question about how writers talk to one another. My facile answer to her is that aspiring writers outnumber established writers by a ratio of thousands:one, so the audience is distinctly different. But that's a lousy answer. I need to think on this.

Pot, Meet KettleScrivener's Error deconstructs agent Rachel Gardner's recent post on rejection. (As well as covering some other issues in publishing.)

Asterisks Justin's dad says — A funny piece from Language Log on tabu words and US-UK translations.

Vintage ads: Holeproof Hosiery, 1920s — I love this art.

On the History Channel's unrealistic plots — Hahahaha. Yeah, as calendula_witch says, who wrote this novel? (Via goulo.)

Easter Island Eclipse — Aww, man. One of the most intense experiences of my life was witnessing the totality of the 1991 eclipse in southwestern Mexico. But Easter Island? From APOD, of course.

Arctic genes kill bacteria — Ooh, cool. Temperatures-sensitive genetic self-termination.

The Coming Birth Control BattleHealth-care reform raised the possibility that birth control could soon be free for most women. But not if conservative activists have their way. Yeah, because birth control wouldn't bring down abortion rates or anything. No, wait. There's a reason I refer to the anti-choice movement as "forced pregnancy enthusiasts". I understand principled opposition to abortion, though I am not in agreement. But where's the principle in opposing birth control?

?otD: Ever seen a total eclipse of the sun?



7/14/2010
Writing time yesterday: 2.0 hours (4,000 new words)
Body movement: 30 minute stationary bike ride
Hours slept: 5.0 (lousy)
This morning's weigh-in: 232.2
Yesterday's chemo stress index: 3/10 (fatigue, peripheral neuropathy)
Currently (re)reading: Heretics of Dune by Frank Herbert

signs-life_preservers

[cancer|personal] Sleep is for the weak

Sleep is for the weak. At least, that's why my GI thought last night. I skipped Lorazepam because I was already quite tired, and would like to taper off. Did okay at first, then yesterday's dinner began seeking repatriation with the outside world. Not via reverse peristalsis, thank the Lords of Porcelain, but I spent a good two hours awake and sitting up, in several tranches, instead of sleeping like a normal person, and quite a bit of the rest of the night listening to the borborygmic symphony emitting from my lower torso.

Ah, well. Even in ordinary health, I blow my sleep about one night out of every eight or ten. But I do feel lousy this morning.