September 28th, 2011


[links] Link salad wakes up on hump day

My “Don’t have much to say” generated some fairly entertaining comments: [ | LiveJournal ]

The Language of Science Fiction — Various and sundry in an audio hour. (Thanks to [info]scarlettina.)

The World’s 12 Most Beautiful Train Rides — I’ve taken the train from Beijing to Ulaan Baatar, through the Gobi Desert. That was pretty damned impressive.

A Machine-Driven Way to the StarsCentauri Dreams on (among other things ) uploaded minds. Some great world-building nuts and bolts here for you skiffy types.

Social Media for Scientists Part 1: It’s Our Job

Transgender kids: Painful quest to be who they are — From my male, cisgendered perspective, this actually seems like a fairly aware and sensitive piece for something in the mainstream press. Curious what my LGBTQ friends think of it.

Love in action80 percent of unmarried evangelical young adults (18 to 29) said that they have had sex. How’s that whole abstinence education thing working out, then? And I wonder what the STD rate is among this group. Maybe a little rethinking based on the realities of human nature is in order.

‘We know how to get out of this mess’Slactivist Fred Clark on how we continue to not fix the economy.

Billionaire Owner of Washington Wizards Wants Obama to Stop Calling Him Rich — The questions asked in this blog post are very, very sharp.

O’Reilly Happy To Let “Totalitarian” NPR Promote His New Book — In which one of the Right’s leading media lights displays an astounding lack of self-awareness.

Government shutdown averted: Why did Congress get this close? — Three letters. G. O. P.

Why No GOP Candidate Can Soothe The Angry Elephant — Good luck with that, guys.

?otD: What’s the worst thing that ever happened to you?

Writing time yesterday: 4.0 hours (WRPA)
Body movement: 30 minute stationary bike ride
Hours slept: 7.5 hours (solid)
Weight: 224.0
Currently reading: The Emperor of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer by Siddhartha Mukherjee

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[cancer] Living in the past

Over the last few days I’ve been going through every single blog post since April of 2008 in order to build an index of my cancer blogging. As of last night, that would be 768 posts out of about 4,000. The raw index (ie, not yet curated by me) can be seen here.

It’s been quite a journey. Reliving the original presentation and the multiple metastases, including the erroneously diagnosed steatosis. The fear, the grief, the pain. Watching the rise and fall of my relationship with [info]calendula_witch, whom I loved more than I’ve ever loved anyone, for all the good it did me in the end.

Not a wayback machine I really needed to climb into.

But this is important. It’s important to have a summary index of key posts so that people new to the blog can get a handle on the cancer blogging if that’s what they’re here for. It’s important to have a listing of the posts so I can begin teasing out a coherent book about it, whether that’s part of the Antarctica project or its own, freestanding effort. It’s important to put some structure on the experience. Because my philosophy from the beginning has been that this is so damned terrible, so damned hard, that I may as well harvest something of value from the experience.

But this review of the past three and half years has been tough. It’s eaten a lot of my time and brainspace, and left me a little more emotionally and mentally numb than I am already wont to be.

The past isn’t such great territory for me these days. Neither is the future. Good thing I can live in the now at least part of the time. Because right now, only the now seems the least bit tenable.

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[writing] Why do you write?

Why do you write? Why do any of us write? Here’s some of my reasons.

  • I have something to say (though I am rarely if ever didactic)
  • I like the sound of my own voice, so to speak
  • I am in love with the language itself
  • Storytelling is fun
  • I want to be read
  • I want to be remembered as have added something of value to the world

Always hoped that I’d be an apostle
Knew that I would make it if I tried
Then when we retire we can write the gospels
So they’ll still talk about us when we’ve died

What about you? Why do you write?

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