July 18th, 2011

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[links] Link salad gets ready to vanish down the medical rathole

A review of Green — Definitely not with the liking. And once again, a reviewer has reviewed the dedication, which still seems odd to me.

A nice photo of me and [info]the_child

First Demonstration of Time Cloaking — This story makes my head hurt. In a good way. (Thanks to [info]danjite.)

Editing the Genetic Code of Living BacteriaA new method for making genomewide changes to organisms could lead to better ways of producing useful new drugs and chemicals.

Earth's original heat store still burning strongs

The Internet of Things — There are almost twenty Internet-enabled devices in my household. So, um, yeah. (Thanks to David Goldman.)

China's New Parochialism

Bachmann on debt ceiling: Up is down, black is white — In case you were under the delusion that Bachmann is, you know, rational.

Poll: 71% shun GOP handling of debt crisis — Nice to see that for once the public is correctly identifying the source of the problem. Given that the GOP is now turning down more than they were asking for a year ago in the deficit proposals (and given that whole problem is political theatre anyway), they've pretty much jumped the shark.Again. Permanent Majority, anyone?

Spinning the News of the World Scandal at Fox News — Your liberal media. They distort, you deride.

?otD: Got any cutting remarks?



7/18/2011
Writing time yesterday: 3.5 hours (Sunspin, short fiction, WRPA)
Body movement: 30 minute stationary bike ride
Hours slept: 6.0 hours (solid), plus airplane napping yesterday
Weight: 234.6 (!)
Currently reading: Objects of Worship by Claude Lalumière

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[cancer] On invisibility

Having come back from Readercon yesterday, I can confirm a phenomenon I first observed at the Locus Awards in late June. It is thus:

My hair loss from chemo has rendered me almost invisible. Or at least unrecognizable.

People I've known for years will walk right past me. Even if I wave or greet them, I often get the generic busy author nod with a clear lack of engagement. For a number of folks I had to either get within badge-reading distance, or state my name.

It's a very peculiar feeling. It's been a long time since I've been so anonymous. But without my hair, and especially without my beard, I simple don't look like myself. I'm sure the effect is magnified by my chemo fatigue body language, which isn't my usual energetic vibration state.

So far, I've for the most part found this amusing. At some point it will stop being funny and start being annoying.

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[process|cancer] Bookus interruptus

As it happens, I am ready to begin drafting the third section of Calamity of So Long a Life. I've completed my read throughs of the synopsis and the first two sections, I've pulled together an outline of the third section from the material in the synopsis, and I'm ready to go.

I did a bunch of this work yesterday on the plane home from Readercon. Then I reached a point where it was time to start actually writing the text. And it occurred to me, as it has several times recently, that as of Tuesday and my surgery I'll drop out of this effort for two to three weeks, possibly a little longer.

It felt very strange to contemplate writing for two days of what will probably be a 20-25 day project, then immediately stop. Bookus interruptus, as I said in the subject line.

Likewise, I am reading short fiction by Claude Lalumière, his collection Objects of Worship, even though the new GRRM tome is here waiting for me to crack it open. Why? Because I don't want to spend two days reading the first 100 pages of A Dance With Dragons, and then drop out of that book for two to three weeks, possible a little longer.

This whole having cancer thing is remarkably inconvenient, I must say.

In other news, I did enjoy Readercon quite a bit, even though I spent much of it laying low in my room. A terrific dinner with la agente, seeing a number of folks I like and don't see often (even if some of them didn't see me), and, finally, meeting the last author in the field who can still reduce me to bubbling fanboy squee, Chip Delany. Who was very nice about my wibbling.