I’ve spent a lot of time lately attempting to form beneficial habits, hence the small flurry of cooking and gym-related posts. And I’ve been realizing that when you do something a lot, the activity, whatever it is, begins to fit into your life in a different way. It becomes both less of a big deal and [...]
Archives for May 2011
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From her agent at Upstart Crow Literary From E.M. Kokie From April Henry From Lisa Schroeder From Suzanne Young I wish I’d known her longer. I’m glad that I knew her at all.
Very proud to be in this company. And as Dylan said, you’ll have an easy time finding our story, it’s the one with pictures. If you help spread the word about the book, you can also enter the Bordertown Lives! Sweepstakes, now through May 31st. There are some pretty great things in the prize boxes. [...]
Hello readers! I have lately been contemplating moving my site to the Tumblrverse. Are you on Tumblr? If so, what do you think of it? Any and all thoughts much appreciated!
A side effect of going to the gym more often with an actual workout that I track in a Nerdy Little Notebook ™: more frequent run-ins with Gym Dudes. Do I need to define the Gym Dude? It signifies more than simply a dude who happens to be in the gym. A Gym Dude is [...]
This was super tasty, and composed spontaneously from Stuff We Had Around. If you were going to do it on purpose, you could do it something like this: Stuff (aka ingredients): A bunch of collard greens Some fresh basil 8 ounces of sliced turkey (I bet it would work great with tofu or tempeh if [...]
With exquisite timing, crud struck me down on the Friday of the Stumptown Comics Fest. However, I did manage to drag my carcass to the convention center for Sunday’s panel on worldbuilding. The fact that it’s taken me this long to post my notes is an indication of the baseline level of CrazyBusy that has [...]
When I read journalist Daniel Hernandez‘s book Down & Delirious in Mexico City: the Aztec metropolis in the twenty-first century, I often found myself picturing the scenes he writes about illustrated by Los Bros Hernandez (no relation). Passionate soccer fans, punk and emo kids, decadent fashion designers, grieving families of kidnap victims, devotees of la [...]
