- My favorite Onion piece in ages, on zombie preparedness.
- Christopher got his contributor copy of Hayakawa, the most prominent magazine of science fiction in Japan, which reprints "The Voluntary State" (or so we’re told; we can’t really prove it since we don’t know Japanese!). The illustrations are fabulous and I expect that C will scan them and stick them up soon. In the meantime, admire this illustration of Ted Chiang’s "Story of Your Life," then browse the other pieces of art for stories up on their site.
- Tobias Seamon has an essay at The Morning News, "The Green Ghost of Sleepy Hollow", sayeth the description: The Kinderhook area of New York is famously haunted. Though is it only by our own thoughts, or from something altogether different? Memories of home turn up the family spirits.(Via Colleen Mondor, who says Seamon’s work is worth seeking out.)
- Alan’s writing a novel. Yay!
- Beatrice hosts an author2author featuring Maureen McHugh and Sarah Willis: Pt 1 and Pt 2.
- Happy weekend.
The Washington Post has a pretty wonderful–if slightly depressing for the bird flu mentions–animal photo gallery up. The only photo I managed to grab features a one-month-old parrot from Bangkok ("One night in Bangkok makes a hard parrot humble… "), but number two is a beautiful shot of a hummingbird on the wing. No, really, it’s not like these; you can see it clear as if it’s stuck in time. There’s also a monkey drinking from a bottle and a cow moose.
Due to downed connections and nonfiring synapses, I forgot the Veronica Mars post yesterday. Even though the episode was kick ass! Please back date accordingly.
p.s. No new episode for two weeks?
Over the weekend, I was having a polite little small talky conversation-in-passing with someone post-funeral. We started talking about seven-year-olds and what they’re like. I said something about how I’d like to be seven again for a week or two. To which the other person said, "And know then what you know now, huh?"
Now, I’ve heard this before, as have you. But it occurs to me that I have no idea what it means. I’m not sure what I know now that would help me at all at being seven (though I’m not so confident about the reverse). So, what have I missed? Is this statement just a bullshit cliche? What do you know now that you wish you’d known when you were seven?
(p.s. Our web connection is spotty at the moment — web bunny plea for help commence — so if you’re not getting a response from me, that’s why. Should be back up later, fingers and toes crossed.)
| quotation marks
You scored 61% Sociability and 76% Sophistication!
There is a lot more to you than meets the eye. You certainly get plenty
of "action," but you’d be happier if those who lusted after you were
more selective. You hate being used as a general intensifier; haven’t
these people ever heard of underlining? Italics? And yes, you remember
the cruel words Mr. Joyce directed at you.
But you let none of this get you down; those who abuse you are destined
for a "special" reward, sooner or later. You feel particularly warm
toward periods, commas, exclamation points, and question marks, and
usually wish to have them next to you. Parenthesis can sometimes
|My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:|
|Link: The Which Punctuation Mark Are You Test written by Gazda on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test|
(Via Sonya Taaffe.)
- Lots of chatter about Salon’s new chick blog, Broadsheet, most excellently from Meghan and Susan. In general: yawn. Check out my pal Feoshia’s new LJ instead; she’s rounding up the top women’s political/social news every day. And I don’t even know if she likes pink.
- Cecil’s Boyfriend List. (I originally typoed boyfiend list, but it isn’t that close to Halloween.)
- Colleen Mondor (whose blog you should be reading, if you’re not) recommends Going, Going by Naomi Shihab Nye. Added to the list.
- Tod Goldberg reviews Mary Roach’s Spook, an utterly charming book about science’s deathy little secret. He also admits to a crush on the author.
- And finally, it’s almost that time of year: National Drunken Writing Night. And it appears that Ed‘s in again, and perhaps Pinky too. You know I’ll be there, martini glass on desk. How about you?
Sorry for the tumbleweeds, but it’s likely to continue for a few days. In the meantime, let’s talk about good TV. Tonight’s ep is:
Twenty-One Is The Loneliest Number. As Rory’s (Alexis Bledel) twenty-first birthday approaches, both Lorelai (Lauren Graham) and Rory are saddened by the fact that their ongoing estrangement will keep them from spending the day the way they had always planned. Richard (Edward Herrmann) tries to convince Lorelai to help him with a plan to get Rory back to Yale, but Lorelai insists that Rory has to make the decision herself. While Richard continues to worry about Rory’s future, Emily (Kelly Bishop) throws herself into planning an elaborate birthday party. Meanwhile, Emily and Richard are shocked when they realize that Rory and Logan (Matt Czuchry) have been having sex. Melissa McCarthy, Scott Patterson, Keiko Agena and Liza Weil also star. Bob Berlinger directed the episode written by Amy Sherman-Palladino
Sounds like a winner and the writing credit soothes.
Lauren: It was a very "boyish" film. Everything was cute in a too-clever way that men can get away with, especially men who make films for a living in Hollywood.
Emma: Yes. There was even – dare I say it – some spiritual resemblance to Wedding Crashers.
Lauren: Yeah – kind of! Like it’s funny that the film keeps unraveling. Yet like Weezer, the film dares you to destroy its sweater by pointing out all of its many defects.
Emma: Yes! It’s this knowing nod to the audience: "We know you’re already too smart to suspend your disbelief! Let’s all play together!"
And lots more where that came from… And four out of five peonies. Definitely seeing this one.
Steve Martin has been awarded the eighth annual Mark Twain Prize for American Humor. The ceremony sounds fun:
Dave Barry, who wrote jokes for Martin’s Oscar-hosting gig two years ago, mentioned that he performed his Academy Awards monologue with his fly open. "And," said Barry, " I think it says something about Steve as a performer, and as a man, that no one noticed."
The most off-message message of the evening came from Larry David, who told a hilarious shaggy-dog tale in which Martin mistreats a homeless guy, plagiarizes a Dorothy Parker story, abuses a cat, acts boorish in a theater and finally insults David’s Jewish heritage. "Maybe next time you’ll give this award to someone who deserves it," said David. "Someone whose personal conduct is beyond reproach. Someone like . . . uh, you’ll figure it out."