On Alberta, where I take many of my photos. Ditto. Allegedly, this is what “people in Portland” call rain. I have never heard anyone call it that without irony.
Archives for November 2008
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Last year at this time, I invented a new measurement to express how far one’s Thanksgiving diverges from the media ideal. This year, our holiday is also nontraditional. The menu: lamb stew and tabbouleh. The tabbouleh is from the Nile Spice box, with some fresh mint added. I found a lamb stew recipe on the [...]
Flytrap #4, “Performance Anxiety,” will most likely debut at the Emerald City Con next April, unless I decide to make it available by mail sooner, or find a con to attend earlier in ’09. But I am very excited about it and so I wanted to post the news! This time I’m collaborating with the [...]
This is from my father’s sf fanzine Bandwagon #4, autumn, winter 1957. Dad was 27, living in Columbus, Ohio. I’m posting it for the usual reasons, and also for Jeff: the man who reads dictionaries: After some years of struggling along with two or three battered and inadequate dictionaries I have at long last come [...]
Who knew? We just had to take the paperwork out.
Not sure how that happened. Oh, and I’d read all the magazines in the coffeeshop, so I picked up Frog And Toad Are Friends, and found this passage: Then Toad began to bang his head against the wall. “Why are you banging your head against the wall?” asked Frog. “I hope that if I bang [...]
Portland, you sure are pretty today. The full moon last night wasn’t bad either, but I was driving when it was at its most grapefruit-like, and so I did not attempt to capture it. Did any of you? (I realize you’re not all in Portland, but I know a bunch of you are…)
Thanks, everyone, for all your lovely congratulatory messages! Here are a couple of photos from the reception after the Oregon Book Awards, at the Portland Art Museum. Linda Zuckerman and I have just been busted by a security guard for attempting to pose while, ahem, making contact with the statue behind us. Hence the slightly [...]
Jemiah Jefferson has a fabulous wovel-in-progress, FirstWorld, over at Underland Press. What’s a wovel? A serialized novel on the web with a twist — as the editors explain: “Every week, the author posts an installment. Installment length hits the sweet-spot of online reading—long enough to get interested, short enough to read in the cubicle at [...]
Not only are they the first three letters of our president-elect’s name, they are also the acronym for the Oregon Book Awards. The ceremony was last night. One of the many fabulous things about writing YA is that during an awards ceremony that has many categories, YA is generally one of the first to be [...]
