I have returned home from Texas. And I brought back pictures! From Texas It’s a very small collection, but most of the photos taken this trip were of my family (or me) and I don’t like sharing those. But there are action food shots, and a Houston billboard promising 150-foot crosses in the city’s future. […]
Tomorrow, I will be in Texas with some (a tiny fraction) of my American family. Doubtless we’ll be asked what we’re thankful for, so I figure I should warm up. I’m thankful for this video: This song is perfect for writing about multi-generational post-Singularity blood feuds. Also I’m fairly sure that it’s topical for a
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I realized the other day that what I’m working on isn’t quite fun enough. Some parts of it are fun to read (I think) and (I know) some parts of it are fun to write. But in thinking so much about wordcount and moving from Point A to Point B (or in this case, Sequim
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Further to Mr. Stross’ point about the future collapsing wave-like into the present, this evening I used Google Video Chat to talk to Boston for free, at which point my interlocutor said, slowly drawing his spoon free of his mouth, “You know, every day, we’re waking up in the world we read about in books
There’s something magic about watching rotten, rusty barns and roll by and eating nigh-frozen sushi while listening to this song. (It’s even better after the snow has been and gone.) This is my favourite of all the things written this weekend: “Don’t you ma’am me, mister. I’m only seven years old.” “Hey, in cat years,
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A while ago, I talked about a story that, to quote Dan Aykroyd (or Harold Ramis) “just popped in there,” inspired by looking at old clips of Vampira. Well, that story is finished, now. It took me about three days. Now I’m in the butcher shop phase, trimming fat where I can find it. There’s
Emru Townsend has died. In many ways, Emru helped initiate me into Canadian life. He asked me to be a contributor to Frames Per Second Magazine, and gave me the opportunity to get to know Canada through the Toronto International Film Festival. (I later volunteered for the same organization.) On his errand, I visited the
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Two rejections in as many weeks. I’m missing a weekend of free Japanese films, including one by Takeshi Miike, to go out of town. …By contrast, running is simply a matter of putting one foot in front of the other. I’m not good at it, but it’s something I can at least manage. Also lately
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Polaroid camera Quaalude Austin State Hospital (formerly the Texas State Lunatic Asylum) Oh yeah. It’s a fun story.
And now, for your pleasure, some quotes on cognitive narratology, the intersection of narrative theory and cognitive science:
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