I’m not joking. Jetse de Vries, editor of The Shine Anthology of Optimistic SF is giving away free cognac, whisky, and wine if you guess the end of a sentence correctly. No, really. How it works: Below are fragments from all the stories that will appear in the Shine anthology. Each fragment has an ending […]
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The following are taken from my trip to LA. Names have been redacted. (It makes the guessing game more fun.) “Oh, you cuddle up good.“ “A Simpsons joke? Where?!” “Can you please just let us taste your beer? Because we’re that cool?” “Wait, is that another Lotus?” “You’re in the wrong lane. You’re in the
The contents of this week’s trip, so far: Being showered with gifts at the airport (I smell pretty! My lips are plumped! I’m finally a woman, and all it took was twenty-six years and a steadfast roommate!) IN N’ OUT Driving through the neighbourhood where I was born Hitting up my parents’ favourite liquor store
Thanksgiving, as I was exhorted late last night, was October 12th. It was, according to some, the only Thanksgiving that should count. However those of us with two countries to our names sometimes get double holidays. (Japan, it should be known, has the best assortment of holidays: Christmas is for lovers, New Year’s is for
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When I returned from the lake, my husband had one piece of news for me:Michael Jackson’s signature white sequined glove has sold for three hundred and fifty thousand dollars at auction. “Somebody must have read your story,” he said. This is what he means: Slipping on the glove, I felt a heady rush of temptation
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Yeah. There was some singing. And we did get lost. Not horribly. We just took a wrong turn. It was my fault, and I apologized, but I’m beginning to suspect that some other part of my brain will spit out fatally flawed directions if there’s just the briefest glimmer of a chance that the end
I’m going away to finish this book. I have a lot of work to do. Luckily, as of this morning I feel energized to do it. For too long I had been languishing, fretting, freaking. Then I spent yesterday with a rather large cephalopod watching Fullmetal Alchemist. (Because that’s our life: we write and read
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You can read my story, “Milk+” at The Orphan. Snip: Braxtin had no need for the milk bar until a week after starting Milk+. By then, her breasts already felt stretched and sore, and a hot little knot of pain had tightened between her shoulders. But according to the pamphlet inside her free box of
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This morning, my husband woke me with the news that a company located close to where I grew up had won NASA’s $900K Space Elevator prize for a prototype power-beaming device. “Huh,” I said. “I wonder if I know anyone who works there.” Turns out, I do. I went to school with David Bashford’s sons,
In which I am distantly connected to NASA: Read More »
Via BB, we have this article from Wired about the anti-vaccine movement (specifically the movement which blames childhood vaccinations for autism). As a consequence of my time at OCAD, I’ve spent the past few weeks thinking about H1N1 and when I’ll be queuing up for my vaccine. At the same time, I’ve been utterly agog
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