August 13th, 2011


[links] Link salad limbos into Saturday

The quest to build the perfect lie detector — Getting all twenty-first century on your ass. (Via David Goldman.)

Desperate to drink, West Texas turns to wastewater — Dune, baby.

Are Your Co-Workers Killing You? — Ah, stress.

New NASA moon rocket could cost $38 billion

Gallup Report on Muslim American Political/Social Engagement

Rick Perry’s Unanswered Prayers — (Via David Goldman.)

Anti-Gay Marriage State Rep. Accused Of Offering Young Male Money ‘For A Really Good Time’ — Once again, the justly famed moral leadership of the American Right is manifest.

I should have picked Hillary over Obama

?otD: How low can you go?

Writing time yesterday: 1.25 hours (2,800 words on Sunspin)
Body movement: Park walking to come
Hours slept: 8.5 hours (solid)
Weight: 228.2
Currently reading: Tongues of Serpents by Naomi Novik

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[writing|cancer] Catching up and overshooting

Yesterday as advertised, [info]the_child and I had dinner with [info]autopope and [info]feorag. [info]feorag had found a vegan-friendly pizza place here in Portland that was new to me, Sizzle Pie. [info]the_child and I split a non-vegan pie, and I must say it was one of the better pizzas I’ve eaten.

Afterwards we popped over to Powell’s, stopping to take a picture of Charlie and his name on the marquee.

Charlie Stross at Powell's in Portland

(Pardon the crappy lighting.)

The writer who’d been tapped to introduce [info]autopope had fallen ill, so I was tapped at the last minute to bring him on. Which was fun. He read hilariously from Rule 34, then answered some questions, but I pooped out hard during the Q&A and so had to go home.

I did manage to get 2,800 words on Sunspin between the end of Day Jobbery and leaving for dinner, so I’m back on that horse and feeling good about things. Today I’ll be working on Sunspin some more, plus a small nonfiction project, plus some more edits to the Hugo script.

The overshoot, of course, was me wearing out so badly last night. By the time we left Powell’s, my entire incision was aching with a dull pressure. I got home, took some Tylenol and pretty much stumbled into bed to sleep 8.5 hours. These last few days I’ve been doing more —being social, running errands, going out in the evening — and it really has taken a toll on me. All of which underscores why I am renting a scooter at Worldcon, for all that such a move feels like a real blow to my pride. I’m just not all here yet.

But the important parts are.

Photo © 2011, Joseph E. Lake, Jr.

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