Dear Neville, I hope our Lord is keeping you safe in these most trying of times. I have tried to contact you through more conventional means but the network has been down for some time in Manhattan and now my batteries have died. I have resorted to the old-fashioned methods our ancient brethren used, in […]
Archive for July, 2010
Smokin’ in the Girl’s Room
This whole writing retreat thing is stranger than I remember it. This is the approach to my bedroom. My bedroom door is the pale green thing with the poster taped across it: For those of you with teensy monitors, here’s a closeup of the sign outside said approach: Yes, you read that right. My bedroom […]
The Con of Wrath.
I’ve always had ambivalent feelings about Polaris. Formerly “Toronto Trek”, one of the huger local cons, it changed its name a few years back and started featuring sf novelists in an attempt to expand into the literary end of the sf pool. Their media roots have always remained front and center, though. When I appear […]
Holy Shit, These Things Are Real?
I go running in the Don Valley. And something did kind of sting my face the other day, as I brushed past a low-hanging branch. Felt like a nettle. A two-meter-high nettle… I thought Genesis was just ripping off Wyndham’s Triffids. I thought it was just standard seventies prog-rock science fiction… (Yes, this is […]
Polaris Schedule
If you’ve noticed the new “Coming Attractions” element on the sidebar (which only renders properly if you insert its code into the middle of the calendar elements, for some reason — some day I really gotta figure out this php stuff from scratch instead of just poking it to see what happens), you may have […]
CuddleKill: or, Liz Cheney Explained
Well, I warned you all. A shower of oxytocin, to fill all you bickering hordes with trust and mutual love. Except, wouldn’t you know it, it’s never quite that simple. You may remember oxytocin by one of its cutesy pseudonyms (“the cuddle hormone”, “the morality molecule”) if not by its technical handle. It’s the hormone […]
Dress Rehearsal
A dispatch from a place we haven’t quite got to yet: A newsfeed running in one corner of his display served up a fresh riot from Hongcouver. State-of-the-art security systems gave their lives in defense of glassy spires and luxury enclaves— defeated not by clever hacks or superior technology, but by the sheer weight of […]