Hey. We made it here, last night, exhausted but in one piece. We just got tickets to Krabi tomorrow, and beach beach beach. I must be old or something, as this appeals to me more than it used to. Or maybe I’m just looking forward to getting out of Bangkok. The part I’m in hasn’t changed in years, except of course the prices are a touch higher for some goods. I have some decent books picked up used around here, Lime did some shopping as well — hers more efficient and intelligent than mine. We have discovered that we can …
Month: January 2006
By the Way
There’s one more little clause in my contract which I need to consider carefully when running this site… I am not allowed to disparage the Church of its teachings. I am assuming this means in-class, but given that my name, googled, leads directly to this site, it seems some of my rants on theology shall have to be assigned to the private section. (UPDATE: Not anymore! I’m free! Free! Hahahaha! Thus… this post is now public!) But for almost $200 a month more than I thought I would be making, and for approximately $800 a month more than I was …
On Our Way Out
Lime and I are at the Incheon Airport.
Scalzi’s SF Film List
If you are a regular reader of blogs, you might have encountered the Scalzi SF films list at places like Ethel the Frog, Byzantium’s Shores, or Pharyngula (or at Scalzi’s own site, of course). The meme as it is online now is to bold the ones you’ve seen. So here goes: The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension! Akira Alien Aliens Alphaville Back to the Future Blade Runner Brazil Bride of Frankenstein Brother From Another Planet A Clockwork Orange Close Encounters of the Third Kind Contact The Damned Destination Moon The Day The Earth Stood Still Delicatessen Escape …
St. Etienne’s Song
The one I’m thinking of remains in my memory only as a title: “Can’t Sleep”. I can’t sleep right now, so I thought I would share in some of the amusements of camp. Whilst teachers enjoyed the remnants of a huge fire from earlier in the evening: … Shawn decided, not having shown his manhood enough by becoming an expectant father, that it was a good night to go firewalking. Without a shirt on. At least he kept his running shoes on, though, or I’d have been horrified by the proceedings. More quotes from Shawn to come soon… especially one …
Che Doctorow: Copyfighter
Heh, I am glad that my credit card applicaiton was approved, because Look at this! Now I’ve simply got to get a credit card. And no, I didn’t get one. Kim Crowed again. But I’m told Samsung will probably give me one. Link above ganked from somewhere on Cory’s site.
The Data
One thing I’ve become conscious of is my need to save and backup data. I spent about an hour today going through various folders containing my writing and I know now that I need to come up with some kind of seriously stable, centralized backup system — something that is easily updated, easily synchronized, and easily maintained. My creative processes are somewhat messy, but not so messy that this would be impossible. For example, I tend to go back and find stories I worked on, partway through, and then left to “percolate”. Once I “finish” them — meaning once I …
Different Meanings of “Colonize”…
The bits I agreed with in this article on colonization of space and colonization in history at The Space Review only had the effect of making me feel more uneasy about the bits I disagreed with. Colonization in the past always involved other humans, which is a big difference. Though I think if Mars does contain basic life of any kind, we’d have to refrain from settling there — at least, we couldn’t stay for too long.
Lunar New Year Reads, #50: North, by Seamus Heaney
Relieved exhalation of breath. Seamus Heaney (here’s his Nobel Prize website bio page) is a poet I come to again and again. The first thing I ever read of his writing, though, besides a couple of pieces in an anthology, was prose — essays, I believe, on poetics and poetry. For a few years, I read almost nothing of him, until I arrived in Jeonju. After some time, I ventured to take a look in the English-language texts collection at the Uni where I was working, and what do you know, but they had a lot of his poetry, to …
Lunar New Year Reads, #49: The Painted Bed by Donald Hall
The Painted Bed is a strong, hard book. It is painful, because, as one soon realizes, the title announces its theme, only a few pages into the book, is the deathbed of the poet’s wife, the bed of their sleeping, their dreams, the love and their sex in life, and the site of his wife’s passage into the dark realms as well. The book reads as a slow progression from outright grief, through the aftermath of a wife’s death, then into a kind of frame-cut — a jump to a bigger perspective, all the living and dying and movement of …