March 24th, 2011


[links] Link salad contemplates dentition

GBS Update: The Settlement Is Dead; Long Live the Settlement Negotiations!Scrivener's Error with more on the banal evil that is the Google Books Settlement. Perhaps the witch will stay underneath the farmhouse.

Copyright Troll Opens Floodgates to Mass RepostingRighthaven set out to punish bloggers who reposted articles, but a federal judge just ruled nonprofits have exactly that right. I love the fact that the word 'troll' is in a headline from MIT Technology Review.

What does the filler text "lorem ipsum" mean? — Etaoin shrdlu!

The Griffin Book — This is kind of interesting. A bit about casino blacklists.

Radical Screw-Propelled VehiclesDark Roasted Blend with a cool photoessay on one of the weirder solutions to transport problems.

Gadgets You Should Get Rid Of (or Not) — Ah, convergence.

Brown Dwarfs and Planets: A Blurry Boundary — Mmm. Sunspin.

Steve Buchheit on radiation exposures — A tricky topic.

Libya: More questions than answersSlacktivist on just war and Libya.

Evolution Made Us All — A Sunday school hymn parody. Hahah. (Via [info]willyumtx.)

Huckabee: "I’d Love the World to be Led by People Who Have a Biblical Worldview" — As Ed Brayton says, "[H]istory shows that those who hold to a Biblical worldview don't generally do anything but fight against equality for everyone else."

Gay marriage a right — not a poll questionIn extolling the fact that the majority now approves same sex marriage, do we not also tacitly accept the notion that the majority has the right to judge? Try to imagine for a moment the consternation upon some woman’s face if a story in the paper announced that “X” percentage of Americans now favors allowing women to work outside the home. Try to picture the brisk dialogue that would ensue if you informed some Jewish man that you now supported his right to practice his religion. Speaking of Biblical worldviews and oppression...

?otD: Do you have any human teeth in your possession?

Writing time yesterday: 1.5 hours (2,500 words on Sunspin)
Body movement: 30 minute stationary bike ride
Hours slept: 6.25 hours (interrupted)
Weight: 251.0
Currently reading: A Bard's Eye View, ed. Michael A. Ventrella; Honeyed Words by J.A. Pitts


[books|publishing] Tales for Canterbury

Tales for Canterbury

New Zealand's Christchurch experienced a debilitating earthquake on February 22, 2011. Since then, editors Cassie Hart and Anna Caro have done an amazing job of pulling together Tales for Canterbury, a fundraising anthology to benefit the victims of the earthquake, with all proceeds going to the New Zealand Red Cross Earthquake Appeal.

The line up contains a variety of authors and a fantastic blend of stories, all of which focus primarily on the themes of survival and hope. Authors include Brenda Cooper, Neil Gaiman, Gwyneth Jones, Jeff Vandermeer, Sean Williams, and me, among others. Here's the full list of contributors.

Tales for Canterbury is now available for pre-order as an ebook (in pdf, mobi, and epub format) and as a paperback. It should be published in April, so you won't have long to wait for it. For more information, see the anthology's blog.


[cancer] Seeing it from the other side

I have a friend here in Portland who is in his mid-60s. He's going through a very similar cancer course to mine, albeit significantly more severe, as his primary cancer had already metastasized when first detected. Yesterday I had planned to visit him at his house, mostly to listen, and also to talk about strategies for surviving chemo with heart and mind and body intact.

Yesterday, he was admitted to the oncology ward of his treating hospital for severe complications from chemotherapy. So I visited him there instead.

Without too much detail, he's lost about thirty pounds in the past eight or ten weeks. He looked dreadful. After two months of chemotherapy, he was worse off than I was at the end of a six-month course. I sat with him for about an hour and half while his family ran errands, and mostly we talked. Slowly, on his part, and listening on my part.

The tiny, hospital smelling room; the infusion pumps gently clicking; the beeping of alarms in the hallway; even the look of the bed — this is his journey, not mine. But I've been on a very similar journey, and have even odds of getting my ticket punched for the chemo trail again in the near future. Being there put me in a very odd, fragile mental and emotional space.

Did I look like this? I don't think so, but I never saw myself from the outside. Did I have the cognitive disconnects he was going through? Absolutely.

I realized anew yesterday how frightening my chemo course must have been to [info]the_child, to [info]calendula_witch and [info]shelly_rae, to my family and friends. I realized anew how frightening it was for me.

He'll probably be ok, my friend. The complications have been stabilized, they've identified the reason for the weight loss and are remediating that. Me, I walked out of there weeping for him, for me, for all the lost years and lives that cancer steals from the living and the dead.