Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.
Monday, March 30, 2015
Friday, March 27, 2015
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
I seem to have stumbled into a pretty good tuna substitute for sandwiches and salads. Almond milk, when made at home, leaves behind a lot of almond meal. To that, add nutritional yeast, salt, garlic powder, olive oil and water, to taste. It spreads like tuna, reminds me of tuna, and can work on salads and sandwiches just like tuna.
I haven't been measuring out things precisely, just adding and tasting, but it is quite tasty and a useful thing to do with all the almond milk leftover pulp...
Veganism is a challenge if you are lazy, but I think, so far it is worth it.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
First, let's look at what she looked like when the shelter system got her off the street and into custody. She was at a no-kill shelter that takes dogs from the regular system who are on death row. Skin diseases, like the very common and treatable demodex infection, get one sent to death row.
Here is Honey sleeping in her bed, just the other day, next to the picture of her when she was picked up by the shelter. Currently, she is free of demodex, and fully-haired. Hooray for medicine and good food!
Here is the second video. As you can see, she is very serious about fetch. It is the most important thing. Why does anyone do anything else? Eat, poop, play fetch. That is the stuff of life.
She has literally just now jumped into my face with her favorite red ball, determined that it is time to stop writing books and to start playing fetch. It is very important. Nothing else, in fact, matters.
I couldn't be happier about it, either.
Shelter dogs are awesome. You get to go in, meet a bunch of great puppies, and pick the very best one. Well, you don't get to pick the best one. You'll have to settle for second best. I already got the best one. Sorry about that.
Thanks to San Antonio Pets Alive for taking her in, and helping us find her.
Sunday, March 1, 2015
I wrote a thing for SFSignal, once, about MFAs. I tried to find it on their site, and it looks like its gone, now, or my links aren't working, or something.
I'll repost the thing, here.
TL:DR - People who complain about MFAs misunderstand what an education is actually supposed to be. Also, I am a giant windbag full of hot wind and windiness.
Saturday, February 28, 2015
April/May 2015 of Asimovs should have a story in it by me.
There will be a flash fiction contest shortly. Very shortly. Jesus, but I am behind on getting information out to contestants!
Thursday, February 12, 2015
I'm deep in space, a quantum clone transmitted via ansible and orbiting a distant desert world.
While I'm away, I happened to receive a contract in the post from ANALOG, who will be publishing my short story "Farmer" excerpted from an unpublished novel that also includes "Dolores, Big and Strong" from Asimov's April/May 2014, and "Paul and his Son" coming, next month, in Asimov's April/May 2015.
Mustard is super easy to make at home, and I don't understand why anyone buys it now that I've made it once. Grind the seeds in a blender; add liquid, optional spices/herbs; stir and adjust until liquidy consistency that is mustard-y; let sit overnight. Boom. Delicious Mustard.
I do not recommend working at 3 jobs simultaneously. It is very difficult to stay sane and alert when one is changing so many gears.
The garden is a helpful place to keep one's mind rooted into the skull where it belongs.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Thursday, January 29, 2015
I have recently encountered a family values' politician decrying the rise of gay marriage because it is not natural and true to his Biblical faith values, while also warning that it is a slippery slope to polygamy.
This is hilarious, in particular, because the Bible has absolutely nothing to say on the subject of gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender marriage rights beyond some general and archaic rules against copulation in the same sections as stoning adulterous wives and avoiding shellfish. At the same time, the Bible has quite a lot to say about polygamy in that it was a widely accepted thing, and encouraged therein, with so much polygamy that it is sort of ridiculous to suggest that God is not okay with it.
In conclusion, the Bible does not mean what you want it to mean, only what it actually means. The Bible is also just a tool of God, not the only tool. Christ came to this earth to teach love and acceptance and to uplift the poor and downtrodden with hope and eternal life, to carry all of our sins and hatreds and pettiness for us into death and to be resurrected from that death in the promise of an eternal life for us all. He started a church based on these values, of love and charity and decency and social justice. People who say they follow that message while driving fancy cars in nice suits and fat bank accounts probably aren't qualified to interpret the message for others, as they have missed it for themselves.
Gay marriage is the slippery slope to polygamy, and this is actually a good thing. Consenting adults ought to be able to define the terms of their lives. Instead of howling about it, how about finding a way to make the polygamy and polyandry that consenting adults, in full consent with each other, choose to do, an accepted and socially just choice and no danger to children or women or exploitable individuals.
It's definitely not something I'm interested in for myself, but I am also -- I hope -- big enough to see that just because I don't like something, it doesn't mean other people can't have it. I don't like cow meat, and it causes cancer, and it contributes to global warming, and it causes heart disease and diabetes and all sorts of things, but I have no interest in legislating cow meat away from anyone else's plate. What disgusts me does not disgust others.
When people of faith, in particular, throw around polygamy as a warning shot against the gay marriage love train, it not only makes no actual sense logically, but it also denies that it is even possible for anyone to define a marriage for themselves, on their own terms. People who would say they want big government out of the bedroom do seem -- as usual -- very interested in what's going in in our bedrooms, and they are judging, and they do not like it.
Saturday, January 17, 2015
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Dogs, disinterested in harps and theology,
upon entering Heaven discover a forest
the size of a world and all their friends
are there. Plenty who live with dogs
convert to this, too.
In the wee bright
Cars' passing floodlights like frightened
comets. We walk along an iron fenceline
between apartments and road
on a concrete line
where cigarettes mumble.