“A small, desperate act of hope.” — Waterloo Productions on me and JayCon XIII.
The Steampunk Megapack includes my Dark Town short story, "Midnight at Valdosta's"
What Is a ‘Hacktivist’? — On lexical warfare. (Via David Goldman.)
Polynesians reached South America, picked up sweet potatoes, went home — Tubers were spread from New Zealand to Hawaii before European contact.
It’s Always Chile in Norway: the Five Types of Territorial Morphology
Mars could have held watery underground oases for life — Much like myself.
Acoustic Levitation — Using sound waves to levitate individual droplets of solutions containing pharmaceutical drugs and drying them in mid-air. (Snurched from Daily Idioms, Annotated.)
Son's ordeal was our fault, say parents — Father says decision to refuse tetanus shot made without facts. Amazingly enough, an anti-vax denialist who learned from experience. At a terrible cost. Rara avis indeed, when a denialist lets data trump ideology. (Snurched from Scrivener's Error.)
Suds for Drugs — Tide detergent: Works on tough stains. Can now also be traded for crack. A case study in American ingenuity, legal and otherwise. Wow. Weird shit, Maynard. (Thanks to
Bill Clinton to Democrats: Don’t trivialize gun culture — Former President Bill Clinton warned a group of top Democratic donors at a private Saturday meeting not to underestimate the passions that gun control stirs among many Americans. “Do not patronize the passionate supporters of your opponents by looking down your nose at them,” Clinton said. They may be passionate, but gun culture proponents are also wrong. Deadly, morally wrong. (Thanks to
Piercing the Myths about Women and Guns — Gosh. Conservative intellectual dishonesty on a controversial topic. Who could imagine such a thing? After all, character counts.
The Speech -- A Primer — Charlie Pierce on President Obama's inaugural address. But, for an afternoon, anyway, a Democratic president reclaimed the language of freedom from those for whom it means merely lower taxes and more guns. He reclaimed government as a manifestation of a country's aspirations, and not as an anchor on its progress. And he refuted, with precision and neatly camouflaged contempt, many of the most destructive ideas that have poisoned out politics for nearly four decades now. Ta-Nehisi Coates with more.
QotD?: Will you remember me when I am gone?
Writing time yesterday: 1.25 hours of WRPA (further revisions "Monsters in the Mountains at the Edge of the World", plus submittal)
Hours slept: 5.75 hours (solid)
Body movement: 0.0 hours (pre-op prep)
Weight: n/a (scale still out of batteries)
Number of FEMA troops on my block enforcing disability rights: 0
Currently reading: The Hydrogen Sonata by Iain M. Banks