NPR has a report up containing interviews with various writers about their creative processes. No SF people jumped out at me when I glanced at it, though when I check it out later today, I may find I was wrong. Hat tip to the esteemed Jodi of The Asia Pages.
Month: November 2006
‘Uncovered Meat’???
So, what I think is causing pressure on the sane, sensible Muslims of the world is when asshead clerics say things like women who are not covered in a headscarf are “like uncovered meat”. Female Muslims have been among the most vocal in calling for the cleric’s resignation over references in his sermon to women being soldiers of Satan who were responsible for 90 percent of adultery. “In due course, I will take the necessary decision that will lift the pressures that have been placed on our Australian Muslim community and that which will benefit all Australians,” said al-Hilali, who …
A Game For the Patient
I have a story I sent to a magazine at the end of September. I got an email in late October saying there was a hold on it, as it was promising and was being put on a shortlist for consideration. I got an email today saying that the shortlists have been finalized, and that my story’s still on the shortlist. The email said they were hoping to have a decision on everything by the end of the year… hoping, but no guarantees. And I’m not complaining. There are faster markets, but most of them aren’t. Slush piles are just, …
Alarums&c.
After a week of grading, and a week sick, I thought I’d ease myself back into exercise. Well, even so, it was rough. My heart was beating so hard after only ten minutes each on the treadmill and the stationary bicycle that the pounding in my chest was distorting my vision. That seems like a very bad sign to me, but anyway, it must be related to having been sick lately, as I didn’t push myself anywhere near as hard as I did last time. But I did take the hint, and call it a day. I shall go very …
BigHominid on… crapping’ your pants.
BigHominid linked to someone who noted that crapping one’s pants in public is a universal crisis, one that transcends all human boundaries. Actually, it reminds me of something I realized, I think, in late elementary school. A teacher had walked out of the bathrooms of our little school house, and whether it was his or not, there was a big poo left behind in one of the toilet stalls. It was then that I realized: teachers go to the toilet and take stinky dumps, just like anyone else. Priests do it. Nuns do it. Parents. Pretty girls do it. Ugly …