August 12th, 2011


[links] Link salad thinks cheddar

Cancer Researcher Fabricated Data — Wow do I have some unkind words for someone who would do this.

Could Processed Meat Give You Cancer? — No! Not bacon! (Via Alex Tillson.) — Some impressive industrial archaeology. (Via Emily Siskin.)

Bert and Ernie – not gay — Well, I’m glad that’s been cleared up.

Heritability of IntelligenceA new study of thousands of people in Europe quantifies the genetic underpinnings of intelligence, finding that some 50 percent of smarts stems from genes.

Why Your Battery Life is Terrible, in One Handy ChartNot every technology is on an endlessly compounding growth trend approaching some kind of technological singularity.

Coal-black alien planet is darkest ever seen

German Firm Metaio Demonstrates Real Augmented Reality — As it were…

The US military’s secret militarySpecial US commandos are deployed in about 75 countries around the world – and that number is expected to grow.

Social Security Is In Danger — From proposed cuts, not from the alleged insolvency the GOP is always lying about.

Scrivener’s Error on (among other things) the Bachmann Newsweek cover — In which he disagrees with me by name.

?otD: Do you know cheese’s price in your heart?

Writing time yesterday: 1.5 hours (WRPA, specifically Hugo Ceremony prep)
Body movement: 30 minutes stationary bike ride
Hours slept: 7.75 hours (interrupted)
Weight: 225.6
Currently reading: Tongues of Serpents by Naomi Novik</p>

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[writing] Muddling through

Well, in the first four days of this week (Sunday through Wednesday), I managed to write 11,800 words on Sunspin, hitting my desired pace. Unfortunately, yesterday a combination of mental fatigue and a (serially interrupted) 90 minutes or so on the telephone conferring over the Hugo script with the ceremony’s director kept me from laying down any words. So today I feel very strange about the shortfall.

This despite the fact that I give myself blanket permission to miss up to two writing days a week. Permission doesn’t equal desire, or even acceptance. It’s not like I wasn’t productive yesterday, just that I wasn’t productive where I really most wanted to be productive.

Today will be a bit dicey. [info]the_child and I are leaving not long after work to meet [info]autopope and [info]feorag for dinner prior to [info]autopope‘s reading and signing at Powell’s tonight. Which will be fun and well worth doing, but kind of crowds the writing day again.

I know, I know, I’m complaining about having to host the Hugos and hang out with friends from Scotland. Shut up already, Jay. But writing is, well, writing. Clash of priorities and wreck of the HMS Timeline. At least it’s a good class of problems to have.

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