December 4th, 2006

iggy pop amazing abdomen

how do the angels get to sleep when the devil leaves his porch light on?

Toughest question of the holiday season: stillsostrange wants to know what the angstiest Cure song is.

skzbrust on The Myth Of The Slush Pile.

Foxtrot celebrates my home region. 

That link for The Lost and the Damned chat, tonight at 10 PM EST. Come harrass a sleepy Bear! (Hmm. Maybe that isn't such a great sales pitch.)

Not new, but always worth reposting: all kinds of action figures. Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, the Lunch Lady, Vincent Van Gogh, Oscar Wilde, sports fan, Annie Oakley, Anne Bonny, Rosie the Riveter, etc etc etc.

The mighty mighty Hal Duncan (who we hope is nearly recovered from one of my publishers dropping him on his head) on Un Lun Dun, bleeding on the page, and Those Stories (the kind that involve picking scabs.) I have much the same experience these days: even when I'm using my own blood as a medium, it's in a very calculated way. And part of the calculation is making it look uncalculated.

It's also nice to know I'm not the only writer who uses rock performances as metaphors for how I get things done. ;-)

Right. It didn't snow and it won't snow, so it's time to get words, so I can (later) go to the gym and the Asian grocery store and do some dishes and sweep the floor, which is covered with the corpses of shredded cat toys.

  • Current Music
    The Cure - Why Can't I Be You? / tanita Tikaram - Good Tradition
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bear by san

if I'm a monster I am a willing one.

Paul Di Filippo at reviews Carnival, mostly very favorably, some fairly serious spoilers. I think his criticisms are really rather fair, overall (especially the bit about shorting the bacchanal), although I take exception to the word "Utopia."

*g* "Dystopia" isn't quite right either. More a rational exploration of the various ways in which an over-reliance on ideology at the expense of personal freedom can lead to fucked-uppedness.

Let's just say that I wouldn't want to live in either of these societies.

It's not noir, though (not that Paul says it is: I'm just riffing, because I am the most interesting topic I know) or at least I don't think of it as noir. It's not nearly atmospheric enough to be noir--this is linked to the lack of setting problem.

ETA: And an old review I just found for the Jenny books, Christian Sauve mostly worrying about whether I'm going to find the review or not.

...there's some shallow sort of irony there, I guess. Curse you, Google Alerts!

Still, it sounds like he mostly liked it, except for the bad French (TM). Yeah, I've learned my lesson there. No more Franglish for me.

And what he saw as the wandery bits in Hartford.

bear by san

we'll be waiting for the night to come

My big announcement of the day, as long as I'm spamming livejournal, is that I got a lovely email today asking if I was by any chance available to pinch hit for Jim Kelly, a habitual instructor at Viable Paradise, who will not be able to make it for 2007. Viable Paradise, if you didn't know, is a week-long workshop for speculative fiction novel writers seeking to improve their skills.

My reaction was something like: Let me get this straight.

You want me to go to Martha's Vinyard in October for a week and hang around with writers?

...twist my arm.

So, um. I'll be one of the instructors at VP this year. Along with a bunch of cooler people.