Yesterday it was warm enough that I went to the market without my coat. Today, the cold is back. Currently, it's 35˚F, with the windchill at 22˚F. Tonight, we'll reach a low of 17˚F, with a windchill of 1˚F. But we'll be back in the fifties by Sunday. Winter is dying. I made it through another one without buying a new coat (the grey coat I usually ( Read more... )

Another leaden day. Yesterday, Part II. The only significant difference, near as I can tell, between yesterday and today is that today is wet, since it rained in the night. Currently, it's 45˚F, so at least it's a little warmer. There, that's how today is different. Whee.

I'm trying to get started on the story for Sirenia Digest #121, which will ( Read more... )

So, yeah. Eco is dead, too. Maybe it's only an illusion, at this point, only a semblance - the world suddenly casting off some of it's brightest creative lights. Likely, there's nothing statistically significant about the six weeks or so. But it sure seems so.

I was never crazy about Il nome della rosa (The Name of the Rose), but Il pendolo di ( Read more... )

We just came home from Thayer Street to the news that Harper Lee has died. Few books were more a part of my childhood as was To Kill a Mockingbird (1960). I likely read it four times before I was out of high school. And also, Gregory Peck's superb performance as Atticus Finch in Robert Mulligan's Oscar-winning 1962 film adaptation. To Kill a ( Read more... )

Cold here. Surprise. Cold and sunny, a cloudless sky. The temperature just rose to freezing.

No writing yesterday. The story I'm writing based on Dave McKean's Neanderthal is still in the germination phase. I can well imagine that, to uninformed observers, the germination phase looks a hell of a lot like laziness. It usually feels that way, too ( Read more... )