So, December is approaching.  A time when the sun dies, Canada does its imitation of Dante's ninth level of hell, and our vitamin D levels bring us perilously close to developing rickets.  Due to these circumstances, our social outings must be chosen with care, as each excursion brings with it the risk of broken hips and frostbite.  Or, given ( Read more... )

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I had a good time last night, although it could have been better if I hadn't had the feeling that there was a lot of unspoken social distress going on.  Perhaps I was being overly paranoid, but things just seemed to simmer with anamosity in some ways.  At several points I was sure that spiraldurga was angry at me, and at some point I was pretty sure other ( Read more... )

Lately I have been talking people into writing books. First I tried to make misslynx write a book about Wicca. She'd be great at that. Now I've tried to talk the writer of the elder column in Siren into collecting the stories of older lesbians across Canada into a book. there's nothing like it and she's got the background for it. If I haven't ( Read more... )

Tonight was MUCH better than last night. I'm having a great time with Mr. Pugh. We went out today and go some great books at James Dubro's bookstore. It's closing, so they were 50% off. I hate to see all the bookshops I liked closing, but I got a LOT of books. Now I need another bookshelf ( Read more... )