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This is the lower sling swivel. And this Is the upper sling swivel, whose use you will see

I do rather wish this book had been available when I was writing the Jenny novels.

On the other hand, if I'd had more to work from, I might have gotten closer to the real Feynman than I wanted to. Which is, after all, part of the argument of the third book, which dances with singularity a bit, and "which in our case we have not got."

That's one literary reference in Hammered nobody's called me on yet--though I've gotten a few notes about the George Alec Effinger.

Perfectly Reasonable Deviations From The Beaten Track: The Letters Of Richard P. Feynman

a toast to Jonas Salk! a toast to Yuri Gagarin! and what the hell, one for Andrea Dworkin, too, as much as I often wanted to throw her books across the room. (I'm more a Naomi Wolf kind of girl.)

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Christian Science Monitor had a great review including excerpts of two rather silly letters. [I almost wrote "two of his sillier letters" but without the rest for comparison, I feel wary of making such a claim.
*g* I suspect, given my reading, that he was a very silly, man.
Three cheers!

Jonas was extended family (my wife's aunt's husband's father, to be accurate). I never met him, but I've heard a lot of stories - naturally, better press than the AP/NPR coverage of the past few days. But that's life. And his was a noble one, to be sure.

Closest I came to Yuri was getting to hold one of his medals (given by his widow to Art Dula, the space lawyer and someone with one of the coolest lives evah!) He'll be remembered when the sun grows cold, I do hope.

Dworkin, yeah ditto. But I understand some of the bitterness drained during her last few years.
you are, my friend, an interesting soul *g*
I love that poem.

Japonica, "and the point of balance,
Which in our case we have not got;"

I gave an impromtu naming of parts (the butt, which has nothing to do with fundament, is located between the heel and the toe), during the making of dinner.

TK
I misquoted it twice in Jenny books and was hoping somebody would nail me for it, and nobody has yet. It's one of my favorite poems, in that "it hurts to read it too closely" sort of way.

They call it easing the Spring: it is perfectly easy
If you have any strength in your thumb:


Yeah. That.

Well, that's because I've not read any of your stuff, apart from here, because I'd have felt free, once I knew you, to mention it (as I did to half of an author team I know, because they had such terrible inconsistency in the use of who/whom among characters who would never have made that mistake).


TK
You're hired. *g*
::slaps own wrist::

Bad reader!!

Although...now I have to read it again just to find that.

::unsurprisingly knows a fair amount of WWI poetry::
*g* There's a reference to the line about not catching anybody using his finger, and at once point somebody specifically says "which in our case we have not got."

...although now that I think about it, maybe that's in SCARDOWN. They, um, blur together.
I can imagine so.

Makes for a good excuse to reread, though ;)
*g*
It is Hammered. I just checked. And it's Valens who says it, which I did remember correctly.

Because it would be Valens who would be quoting that poem.
Did you see Susie Brights eulogy? It summed up much of my mixed feelings for Dworkin.

For which mixed feelings I have been called anti-feminist, and anti-male.

TK
I haven't been able to bear to read any of the eulogies.

I grew up in a lesbian separatist household as a bi girl who generally prefers men. Call me 80/20 het, it'll be about right; I fall in love with women sometimes, but not often.

I respected Dworkin as a warrior, and I have never been able to forgive her for saying "Men must rape."

No. I know men. I have loved men, and been bosom friends with men. I have protected men, and been protected by them.

No.

Men are not predators by birth. I won't live in that world.
As Eulogies go, it was very good. Bright refuses to fall into the trap of de mortuis nil nisi bonum which makes the read much easier.

Send me some e-mail sometime and we can swap stories about gender roles and feminist perceptions, but it ain't something I'm going into in public, I get crucified enough for other things.

TK
I'll have to read that one, then. My reaction to her death has been very complicated, and I don't have it sorted out yet.
I tracked down and read the Bright eulogy. Yeah, what she said.
Oooh, Henry Reed. Do you know his wonderful parody of Eliot's 4 Quartets, 'Chard Whitlow'?
Oh, listeners,
And you especially who have turned off the wireless,
And sit in Stoke or Basingstoke listening appreciatively to the silence

(Which is also the silence of hell)

I do now!