I spent most of yesterday beating fanfic into shape, which is something I haven't done in a good long time. But yesterday was something of a special occasion: just under a week ago, I finished Beneath a Beating Sun in draft, and on Sunday, I'd finished my preliminary polishing of the first 16 chapters. (The 18th - final - chapter still needs more ( Read more... )

The strange thought that crossed my mind: taking all the creative works of all people of all time, just on this one little planet drifting through the universe that would seem, by comparison of size, to be rendered insignificant; taking into account all the nuances of circumstance and idiosyncracy and story and history and personality and interest ( Read more... )

Okay, I'm linkspamming this all over the place, but:

http://futurismic.com/2009/03/19/building-new-communities-in-burst-bubbles/

So what did $1,900 buy? The run-down bungalow had already been stripped of its appliances and wiring by the city ( Read more... )

So, I wanted to wrap up the laptop thing ( Read more... )

So, half a decade ago, in Forensics at East High, I ran across a poem that I absolutely adored. I mean, I would have worshipped this poem if I had a sense of literature-as-pantheism at the time. This poem was called Joseph Brodsky is Dead, and began "It moves no snow across the New York streets this thought, another failed heart"... and, ( Read more... )

This is probably the ugliest car I've ever seen, and somehow it takes that ugliness full-circle and becomes strikingly beautiful.