November 15th, 2011


[links] Link salad goes back to work

Detroit evolving into a haven for artists — Bad weather? High crime? Urban blight? Sounds perfect!

Bronze artifact found on Alaska's Seward Peninsula

NASA working on nuclear rocket for manned Mars trips

Why Americans won't do dirty jobsCrackdown on immigrants leaves business owners struggling with shortages. Wow. What a shock. A logical, fact-based outcome to a simple "answer" to a complex social problem. Welcome to Tea Party nation, also known as the idiocracy.

New York Police Clear Occupy Wall Street Protesters From Park — I guess the plutocrats were sufficiently embarrassed.

NYPD Attack on OWS and the End of the First AmendmentOne of the ways that the First Amendment has been constrained is that fewer and fewer public spaces are still considered “public” (Zucotti Park is privately owned even though it is a park in a city). In contrast, our emails, bank transfers, and our automobiles parked in our driveways have all been declared “public.”

?otD: Are you at your labors today?

Writing time yesterday: 0.0 hours (chemo fatigue)
Body movement: 30 minute stationary bike ride
Hours slept: 7.0 (fitful)
Weight: 213.6
Currently (re)reading: Monstrous Regiment by Terry Pratchett


[books|repost] Endurance reading and signing at Powells Cedar Hills


My one and only formal public appearance this fall will be for a reading and signing in celebration of the forthcoming release of EndurancePowells | Barnes & Noble ], the second Green book.

I'll be appearing at the Powell's Cedar Hills store on Thursday, November 17th, at 7 pm. As is usual, I'll have an open dinner from 5 pm to 6:30 pm, at McMenamins Cedar Hills, at the north end of the same retail complex Powell's is in. If you're planning to come to the dinner, please do let me know in comments or via email so I can include you in the headcount.

Hope to see you there.


[cancer] When hope comes in boxes too small to fit my dreams

Beyond all the day to day chaff of having been quite ill recently, my psychological challenge now is how to parse the recent scan results showing me as currently being free of metastatic disease. They come with a sell-by date, you see, and have to re-assessed every four months. So my sense of being clean, of being clear, of being healthy, has an embedded time-based constraint.

This conflicts with my view of my novel-writing schedule, which I normally have a handle on about two calendar years in advance. It conflicts with my travel and convention schedule, which is normally about one to two years out on a rolling basis. It conflicts with my desire to get out in the dating world with an intent to build a new core relationship, a process that certainly takes more than four months, especially given that three of these next four months are going to be consumed in finishing chemotherapy and the difficult early stages of the nearly year-long process of recovering from it.

So how do I find hope when it comes in boxes too small to fit my dreams? What does it mean to be healthy not long enough to do the next thing that wants or needs doing?

I don't know the answers. I won't know them for a while, or maybe ever. I'm very reluctant to dice down my dreams, but you go to life with the hope you have.

I wonder what to do next.