I know I don't post here very much, but I thought there might be a few of you interested in any case. I've collected speculative fiction stories, edited, and put them together in an anthology called Other Days. For a limited time (from tomorrow until Wednesday) you can get the kindle version for free, in time for reading over the coming holidays. ( Read more... )

I knew in my head he was fine. And so did Lennart. But it doesn't keep us from worrying.

He trotted up the stairs just after midnight, staring expectantly, demanding food. Though he might have looked a teensy bit guilty. Not much, though.

Now he's curled up in the chair behind me, I have resigned, and will soon be off to lunch with idahoswedeAnd, I ( Read more... )

Woke up with a nasty lack-of-caffeine headache...had worked all day yesterday on a relatively short one, but one which needed SOOOO much fixing, that I forgot to have any coffee. So, today, made an odd mix of instant coffee and ovaltine to lessen the ache, and dove right into the work, which they just keep flinging at me. I've got this one guy ( Read more... )

Took Kem to the vet on Tuesday, where he got his rabies booster shot (so he's good for another three years of travel) and his regular check-up type shot (I assume vaccinations against distemper and that kind of thing) and for the past three days, he's not been feeling quite himself. Which can happen, when one is given lots of nasty shots, but I ( Read more... )

Well, the editing has still had a huge amount of variety. Just finished up a PhD dissertation abstract about some bioengineering, and my goodness it's not the easiest thing to fix the grammar of something when you have to google every 2 minutes to check the terminology. But I was finally able to determine that "colloidal gold nanoparticles ( Read more... )

Today I miss the squirrels in Madison Square Park, and revolving doors. I miss the doorman's happy greeting, and being let off the elevator first. I miss the Sfizio sandwich at Mangia on 23rd Street, and the MetLife clock tower ( Read more... )

( So is this right? )

If life were like Mission Impossible, the cleaning girl would try to be invisible not because she's feeling shy and inferior, but because she's a spy. She lurks behind me to steal my password. She empties the garbage so she can go through it later, discover the industrial secrets I keep, and later she'd use that information to phreak our computer ( Read more... )

Every Thursday morning, breakfast of bread and cheese and other typical European breakfast fare, is served here at work. For the past month, RumsJanne has helped to organize this, and he sends out via email the weekly call to breakfast. They're all very lovely, and today's was no exception:

En stilla kontemplation över följande ämnen ( Read more... )

"You can keep your stupid flatscreen. I can dry socks on mine. *thrrbbtt*"