June 6th, 2012


[links] Link salad celebrates its birthday

METAtropolis: Cascadia wins an Audie for Best Original Work — Hooray for us and congratulations to Audible.com.

Shut Up and Take My Money: Fans Should Hire Artists

The comment threads on yesterday's "Saving Your Pizza for Marriage" post are hilarious and in some cases thought provoking: [ jlake.com | LiveJournal ]

Eclipsed Moon Over Wyoming — Oh, wow.

Translation Tools Could Save Less-Used LanguagesLanguages that aren't used online risk being left behind. New translation technology from Google and Microsoft could help them catch up.

32 Innovations That Will Change Your Tomorrow

Guilt In Depression Has Different Brain Response, Suggesting Freud Was Right

For GOP grown-up, a tax pledge too farIt probably gives you some idea how far the Republican Party has drifted into the 16th century when Jeb Bush has emerged as a moderate voice of reason and common sense.

Republican Comes Unglued When Asked to Provide Examples of Voter Fraud — It's hard to admit in public that by "voter fraud" you mean "people other than white conservatives voting", but come on, GOP, we all know what's what you're talking about. Own it. Be proud of who you are. (Via [info]shsilver.)

?otd: When is your birthday?

Writing time yesterday: 0.0 hours (spent much of the day helping a friend in need)
Body movement: 30 minute stationary bike ride
Hours slept: 5.75 (solid)
Weight: 239.6
Currently reading: Shattering the Ley by Benjamin Tate


[personal] Bad teen aged poetry of mine

Whilst cleaning the basement here at Nuevo Rancho Lake with my loyal and long-suffering friends, we turned up some early work of mine. Below is a rather dreadful and pretentious science fiction poem I wrote at about age 16, judging from the handwriting. Oddly enough, I can see traces of concepts and usage which are present in my work today. (At least it isn't a love poem.)

Meanwhile, I give you the juvenilia of Jay Lake:
Wind whispers to Pines
Pond glows darkly and mutters under brightening Moon
And Dancer floats across Field
Dancing by the laser light
From Machine
Who sits and thinks under ancient Shield

Man has come to this place
2nd Imperial Guards Recon Battalion
Belching diesel smokes
And throbbing to electric tuns
Churning up muck
Spreading poisons with an evil croak

Lightly trail
Lover's caress

"Oh niner-six this is er-seven"
"Come on back er-seven"
"We got something"
"Come back"
"It's a machine, with lasers,
"And a… dancer…"
"Come back… come back?"

Wind knows
And shrieks the tale from Sea to Sky
Til even ancient Mountain knows
Mountain, the only one who remembers
Before the time of Dancers and Machine
Mountain, who never shows.

"…the first Π-Θ374.2/ARISSA expedition
failed for reasons unknown. The second
sent off this message fragment - "enemy gods
stare solidly down, Dancer saves us from our own."
It never returned. There is obviously something
terribly wrong, some horrible force, on
this planet. I therefore propose that we destroy
      secret minutes, HIH Ivan II's privy council
      meeting of 923.07.21

A child died...

Readers of this blog are encouraged to post their own juvenalia here in comments, or elsewhere while leaving a link here..

[personal] So you say it's your birthday

Today is my twelfth annual thirty-seventh birthday. Which means I'm forty-eight.

Festivities got under way yesterday with spending much of the day (and evening) helping an injured friend through the medical system. [info]calendula_witch had done yeoperson's duty in taking our friend to the ER around midnight the night before, but I picked up the day shift. I tool her back to the ER for some pain management intervention, then to the orthopedic clinic for an urgent consultation, plus all the stuff you do for someone who's suffering from significant trauma as well being doped to the eyeballs on pain killers.

The best part was the reaction you get when you're a large man walking into the ER with small woman suffering from multiple fractures and contusions. No, really, I didn't do this to her. No, really.

So, no writing yesterday for good and obvious reasons, and severe neglect of the birthday oriented email that began flooding in.

Today is my actual birthday. Celebrations will include an hour with my therapist, lunch with [info]kenscholes, a birthday visit with @PDXjerseygirl, a very nice dinner with my family at the Chart House, and another birthday visit with an out of town friend after dinner.

Tomorrow is more out of town friend stuff, plus [info]the_child gets back from her eighth grade trip. Friday, JayCon prefestivities start with a party for the out of town visitors. Saturday, of course, is JayCon XII. [ jlake.com | LiveJournal ]. Sunday is the wind-down from JayCon, plus the eight grade end-of-year picnic.

So, yeah. My birthday has morphed into a six-day celebration observed through hospital visits, hot tubbing and visitors from half a dozen states.

Most of all, thanks to my friend cancer, I'm quite surprised to still be alive.