January 10th, 2012

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[links] Link salad reports in from Omaha

[info]jimhines is funny about award nominations

Nur wer die Sehnsucht kennt — Claude Lalumière makes it into Language Log.

Anne Lamott on writing and reading

Giant tortoise 'extinct' for 150 years found on remote island

Newly discovered carnivorous plant devours underground worms — I for one welcome our new vegetable overlords.

Is 2012 the year to hang up the phone?

Greenland’s Ice Is Growing Darker — More of those pesky, liberally biased facts. To the Rushmobile!

The Myth of Japan’s Failure

Five things we learned from back-to-back debates — The effort in this article to spin Santorum as somehow supportive of the LGBTQ community is just painful. Your Liberal Media, reporting the facts as the GOP makes 'em up.

South Carolina test: How GOP rivals could derail a Romney coronationThere's little suspense in New Hampshire about who will win the primary there. The answer is Mitt Romney. South Carolina, meanwhile, could decide the tenor of the rest of the race.

Santorum Reminds Everyone Why He Can’t Win — Senator Frothy Mix is still at it.

?otd: Traveller time a you are?




1/10/2012
Writing time yesterday: 1.0 hours (1,500 first draft words on a novelette)
Body movement: 30 minute suburban walk
Hours slept: 9.0 (fitful)
Weight: n/a
Currently reading: How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe by Charles Yu

jay-bald

[cancer] Rocking the bald, a/k/a, whining about how I miss my hair

Well, I'm 3+ weeks off chemo, and my hair has still not gotten the hint. I suppose at some point it will start to come back. I miss it, a lot.

People tell me I look good bald. I'll accept that, but it's not my preferred look. I liked my waist length blonde hair. It was a terrific way for me to express my moods, flirt, be sensual, be casual, whatever. I liked the way it looked and the message it sent.

Because, see, bald is the wrong cultural messaging for me. I'm not a biker, I'm not a skinhead, I'm not a hipster. I'm a guy who is happy to show off his non-receding hairline and lack of male pattern baldness. I'm a guy who likes having his hair stroked and played with. Hard to do that with no hair.

And I was very much reminded of this as I traveled yesterday. I mean, these days I look like a plastic Jesus left on the dashboard to melt. I'm still thinner-than-looks-right in the face from the chemo weight loss. I have a wispy white beard that would embarrass a corpse, because all the blonde and brown and gray fell out, but the white stuck around. And I am bowling ball bald still. I can't smile and do the hair flip. I suspect I just look creepy when I try.

I want my hair back.

(This whiny-ass rant brought to you by a day of travel and self-reflection.)

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[writing] And so it begins

Well, I managed 1,500 words of first draft over the course of about an hour yesterday. It's a steampunk fairy tale entitled "You Will Attend Until Beauty Awakens", and I'm aiming for about 10-12,000 words here.

The words came a bit slowly, but not clumsily. I worried a lot about them being crap, but recognize this as my own headnoise. This is a bit like starting the lawnmower after its long winter's nap. Everything has to cough and ping and rumble and smoke for a bit, burn through the bad gas in fuel lines and carburetor before really kicking to life.

At least that's what I tell myself. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. My hope is to have this done in first draft by the end of this coming weekend, but I'm not going to force the flow of words. As it happens, there will likely be no writing today due to an after-hours social function with my professional colleagues.

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