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|Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014|
Re Reading Wednesday: I must be in need of comfort because I'm rereading a Reginald Hill book and rewatching Jeeves and Wooster.
This entry was originally posted on Dreamwidth. You can leave a comment at Dreamwidth
or here. Current Mood: discontent
When I was about five years old my father happened to be in a basement-chamber of our house, where they had been washing, and where a good fire of oak-logs was still burning; he had a viol in his hand, and was playing and singing alone beside the fire. The weather was very cold. Happening to look into the fire, he spied in the middle of those most burning flames a little creature like a lizard, which was sporting in the core of the intensest coals. Becoming instantly aware of what the thing was, he had my sister and me called, and pointing it out to us children, gave me a great box on the ears, which caused me to howl and weep with all my might. Then he pacified me good-humouredly, and spoke as follows: “My dear little boy, I am not striking you for any wrong that you have done, but only to make you remember that that lizard which you see in the fire is a salamander, a creature which has never been seen before by any one of whom we have credible information.” So saying he kissed me and gave me some pieces of money.
Benvenuto Cellini (1500–1571) in La Vita di Benvenuto Cellini scritta da lui medesimo
translated by John Addington Symonds (1840–1893)
|HOLD MY BEER! I'M GOING TO TRY SOMETHING!
Dumb ideas always begin in a way that sounds reasonable.
For some reason, a few weeks ago, I thought it would be reasonable to run the Valley Forge Revolutionary 5 mile run
dressed as a continental soldier. You know, with a vest, jacket, jabot, knee breeches & tri-corner hat.
This seemed like a good idea because our buddy John Lopes was running it and John Lopes is an actor who often portrays George Washington. (John, however, is nowhere near foolish enough to try and run five miles dressed as our nation's greatest general and first president.)
The short end of it is that I will probably die while doing this because it's five million degrees in this getup. BUT in order to make my death worth something I'm issuing an Internet Challenge.
can donate collectively donate $300 to City Kitties
the West Philadelphia stray cat rescue group, I shall make an Agony Mile Video while I do this notoriously hilly run -- every mile, I'll pull out my cell phone and videotape a progress report. You'll be able to hear my gasps, my death rattle, and see the sweat pouring from my body like milk from a busted coconut. Five miles, five reports, and a video of paramedics dragging me across the finish line.
Isn't this a video you'd like to see?
Click on the link
, make a donation, email me your receipt, and if they add up to $300 by Sunday morning, I'll take you along for the ride.
THIS CAN'T BE A GOOD IDEA!
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|I learn how to speak a forgotten language
(In which I draw too many conclusions from etymology.)
Is the world of Ancillary Justice
our far future? When people in this setting say human
, do they mean Homo sapiens
? It only occurred to me to wonder last night after I realized that Radch
is cognate with Raj
; before that I would cheerfully have assumed the story was taking place anywhere with comparably hominid sexual dimorphism, in the same way that secondary-world fantasies never worry about parallel evolution. I'm still not sure it's relevant. Nice way of embedding echoes, though.
|One week later.
I find myself sort of halfway in the mood to make an entry. Besides, I have photographs. Spring is slowly, slowly rearing its head here in Providence, and yesterday we went out searching for it. The weather wasn't as warm as we'd been promised, because clouds began moving in, and there was a breeze. The slightest breeze is ice here. We visited bookshops at Wayland Square, had breakfast at the Classic Cafe on Westminster, and ended up at Swan Point Cemetery, where we did, in fact, see a flock of swans in the choppy waters of the dirty Seekonk River. The temperature was probably somewhere in the mid sixties for most of the day. It was warmer the day before, but I was working.
The "day off" came after several days of tedious work compiling the raw manuscript for Beneath An Oil-Dark Sea: The Best of Caitlín R. Kiernan (Volume Two)
. I'm calling it Boads
, for short. It probably would not be possible for me to exaggerate the tedium. But now I have a ms. to work with, 216,556 words long, 718 pages. At some point, I actually have to print this beast.
Here are the photographs, behind the cut.( 22 August 2014Collapse )
Until the Next Time, Infrequently,
Aunt Beast Current Mood: glum
|We're born with millions of little lights shining in the dark
Longest gym session in ages.
My wind is completely shot, so rather than running properly, I did one 0.6km jog on the treadmill and a couple of 0.2-0.3km stretches in between lifting the weights. It's excellent to have a gym that isn't stuffed to the gills, since all the undergrads are deep in exam-panic.
13 minutes on the exercise bike, resistance 8, 4.5km.
3x5 assisted pull-up, 30kg assist.
1x5 bench, 50kg
1x5 bench, 55kg
1x5 bench, 57.5kg
3x5 bench, 60kg.
3x15 bicep curl, 6kg.
3x8 standing chest fly, 8kg.
2x10 leg press, 73kg.
1x10 leg press, 80kg.
3x8 incline sit-ups
Brief stretches.This entry was originally posted at http://hawkwing-lb.dreamwidth.org/603788.html. There are comments there. Comment where you like. Current Mood: ouch
|The Green Book – issue 3
Today I received my contributor’s copies of The Green Book: Writings on Irish Gothic, Supernatural and Fantastic Literature, issue 3.
The Green Book is a handsome anthology of essays and reviews published regularly by The Swan River Press, edited by Brian J. Showers.
Issue 3 is devoted to examining the work of Ireland pre-eminent 19th century supernatural writer – Joseph Sheridan LeFanu. It’s the 200th anniversary of LeFanu’s birth this year, so it’s quite right the work of Dublin’s ‘Invisible Prince’ gets a proper celebration.
This issue comes with a postcard as a lovely extra – it’s a rare image of LeFanu’s death mask (© Anna & Francis Dunlop).
By the way, Trinity College is organising a Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu Bicentenary Conference from 15-16 October for those of you who are inclined towards an academic analysis of his work.
Here’s the table of contents for issue 3 of The Green Book:
- “Editor’s Note” – Brian J. Showers
- “The Embodiment of Sinister Agencies: Le Fanu and the Ghost of a Hand” – Terri Neil
- “Hybrids and Hyphenates: H.P. Lovecraft and the Irish” – Rob Brown
- “Some Notes on Le Fanu’s Beatrice” – Philip A. Ellis and Jim Rockhill
- “Towards an Irish Gothic: Part Three” – Albert Power
- “Shepherding Le Fanu: Herbert van Thal and the Invisible Prince” – J.A. Mains
- Lesley Megahey’s Schalcken the Painter – Jim Rockhill
- Scarecrow Press’s Two Volumes of Lord Dunsany Essays – Martin Andersson
- Catherine Wynne’s Bram Stoker, Dracula and the Victorian Gothic Stage – David J. Skal
- Big Telly Theatre Company’s Melmoth the Wanderer – Philip Orr
- Bernice M. Murphy’s Rural Gothic – Emily Bourke
- Lynda E. Rucker’s The Moon Will Look Strange – Maura McHugh
- John Boyne’s This House is Haunted – Dan Studer
As you’ll see in this issue I’m reviewing Lynda E. Rucker’s début collection, The Moon Will Look Strange, which is one of the best first collections of supernatural stories I’ve had the pleasure to read.
Here’s a snippet of my praise for this fantastic volume of weird and distrubing tales:
Rucker writes the kind of effortless prose that reads easily, but is only created from careful, determined craft. Her stories describe conflicted, lost people, and dreadful situations you could never imagine, yet believe must have happened.
This is the mark of a superior storyteller, and points to Rucker as one of the most promising purveyors of the supernatural weird tale writing at the moment.
You’ll have to buy The Green Book if you wish to read my full 1,000-word review….
FYI, Brian is currently soliciting submissions for the next issue of The Green Book – details here.
~ Originally published at Splinister. You can comment here or there. ~
|She spoke his name outloud again...
Originally published at Jaime Lee Moyer. You can comment here or there.
Not to bury the lead...
The trade paper of Delia's Shadow will be out May 20th. Two weeks after that, June 3rd to be exact, A Barricade In Hell will be released.
Two books in two weeks, ladies and gents. I have no words for how crazed that is. I should probably start shamelessly self promoting.
Cats must be fed, after all.
In that spirit, I have two signings scheduled in Houston right after Barricade comes out. Friday, June 13th, I will be signing at Katy Budget Books from 6-8 p.m.
And on Saturday, June 14th, I'll be back at Murder By The Book from 4:30 to 6-ish. I had a ton of fun there last fall, and I can't wait to go back.
I will remind the world a few times between now and then. I'd really love to see people turn out for both signings.
Months back my external hard-drive decided to wipe almost all the music off my computer during the weekly backup.
As in ::poof:: gone. Bye-bye.
All the music was still on my old computer, and on the external drive, and it would play if that drive was connected, but the cpu never stopped running and nothing else worked correctly. The extra added bonus was that none of the music would go BACK on to the computer.
I was not a happy woman. I ended up ripping cds to the drive (again) and other fun things to get some of that music back. I write to music, so that was important.
This week the ranch was saved by a 16g thumbdrive. I got all my music--over 3000 mp3s, all of which I paid money for--off the old computer and back on the one I use.
Music makes me happy. Getting it back makes me happy. It's all about the happy stuff. And if some people in the world think that's silly, I really don't care.
Awaken, aka the twisted fairytale, continues to grow. It's creeping up on 10k, which as you know, Roberta, makes it a real book. My brain is giving me the story in chunks, and jumping around in time, and I can see I need to go back and layer in details. But on the whole, I get words when I sit down to write.
Time to write is the issue. I do need to sleep once in a while.
Changes passed down from the corporate level have made the dayjob a stress fest of epic proportions. Which is all I'm going to say about that.
Insert a primal scream here for the rest of real life. Interesting times, ladies and gents. I'd like a little boredom now.
Time to be productive before I leave for a night shift. Day 1 of 7 in a row.
The fancy cherry is nearly over, the normal cherry is still going strong, the eating apples are only just getting started, but the crab apple....
I just went to fill the bird feeders, and the bumble bees are scarily loud under there!This entry was originally posted at http://flick.dreamwidth.org/952291.html, where it has comment(s). Add comments here or there, if you feel like it.
|#445 - Bronzewing Beetle
Yes, I know it’s purple (or a very deep blue, I'm somewhat colourblind), not bronze. That’s because I’ve derived the common name from the genus, Chalcopteroides,
which means copper-wing, or rather copper-wing-ish. See the Bronzewing Pigeon, Phaps chalcoptera
, for example. The local members of this genus used to be called Chalcopterus,
but adding -oides
is a frequent tactic by taxonomists when larger genuses are being subdivided, or somebody discovers the name you wanted to use has already been applied to something else.Chalcopteroides
are Darkling Beetles (Fam. Tenebrionidae) of the Tribe Amarygmini (one of the features of which are nine lines of pits on each wing-cover). Bronzewing Beetles are glossy black, hold their heads vertically, and have vivid metallic sheens to their elytra. Some come in rainbow colours, but this particular species is a rich, deep purple/blue. They’re usually found under the bark of Eucalypts. I found this one on the trunk of the only tree in the swamp that wasn’t a Eucalypt.