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Sad, but I have to scrap this:

Sad, but I have to scrap this:

He steered them past expensive kitchen shops and the dark, hollow spaces where bookstores used to be, and nearly lost him in front of a brightly lit yoga studio pumping trance out its open door. In the window, human women dipped toward the floor, lifted themselves up on trembling forearms, and balanced there as they offered their wet faces and shaking chests to the night. “Wow,” Junior said. “Easy.” Javier winked at the blonde in the front. She ducked her…

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"?oyfriend" at EscapePod

"?oyfriend" at EscapePod

Good news! One of my stories has made it to Escape Pod! That means that someone, somewhere will get to read aloud about romantically-inclined mobile phone apps, and post-prom chicken fights in hot tubs. Good news all ’round, I say. Special thanks to Dave for encouraging me to submit the story. I was so pleased about this news that I spent extra time in the kitchen, today: From Food From Food Above, you’ll find the bento I’m taking with me…

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What I've been working on lately:

What I've been working on lately:

I’ve gotten a big chunk of The Von Neumann Wives finished. Enough to show it to some (very patient) people, namely Dave and Caitlin. Here’s a clip: “Leave me alone!” Amy pressed herself up against the wall. Her fingers, for some reason, were still in her ears. She was crying. They were staring. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to. Just please let me go home. Please, I just want to go home.” One smiled faintly. “You…

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In which I am yet again inspired by gaming tech:

In which I am yet again inspired by gaming tech:

Remember this? Jon lay on a white leather divan, utterly unaware. The two girls who sat beside him every day in literature class were drawing on him with calligraphy brushes. They had duct taped tracked pens to each brush. A little remote infrared camera sat atop a humming portable projector. Another camera sat on a tripod beside it. On a monitor at their feet, Violet watched a digital iteration of Jon’s supine body slowly acquiring each mark, each brushstroke. The…

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"The Chair" is (a)live! (And in NATURE!)

"The Chair" is (a)live! (And in NATURE!)

One chilly morning in January, I phoned Squid for his birthday. As I padded barefoot between the living room window and the kitchen talking about how far up the simulated brainstem one might nestle robot :: human affective bonding, I casually made reference to a story idea I had. “Oh, wow,” he said. “You have to write that story.” “It’s a one-liner,” I said. “It’s trite.” “But it’s great! You can do it in a thousand words. Come on, you…

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The weekend in links

The weekend in links

For your listening pleasure: That’s Steve Reich, courtesy of Karl Schroeder, who I woke up for crépes on Saturday, and who is an expert in obscure and improbable rocketry. Other discussions included, in no particular order: Racefail 09 Paranoia Agent The Shine Anthology Mushishi Twitter This MDES programme The Fleet Foxes Kings, and why you should be watching it, already And also my career(s). Which tomorrow will involve filling out forms, building websites, and doing re-writes. And thinking about robots,…

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Without anime, I couldn't write action scenes.

Without anime, I couldn't write action scenes.

I’m about to write about robots entering a Costco. The nice thing about writing my robots is that they can actually move like this: Also, I have things to do today. So “Now Get Busy” is my new theme song for a bit. And yes I got a plan I’m a carry out it Yes I’m pro-choice I’m a scream and shout it Yes I love life and I try not to doubt it Yes I’m gonna party ’cause I’m…

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work, work, work

work, work, work

Here is a sampling of my various projects: “There’s a present outside your window,” Singer says. Now Brandon does get up. He pads to the window and opens it. The shutters squeak dryly. Outside, hovering, is their drone: four wings, all black, her hindparts heavy with twelve hours of surveillance. “Hello, Tink,” Brandon says, extending his hand. The UAS does a brief identity check (it takes about four seconds) and flits over to his open palm. He carries her gently…

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OTB in IROSF

OTB in IROSF

Courtesy of my pal Dave, I learned that Lois Tilton at the Internet Review of Science Fiction had some pretty nice things to say about my story “Off-Track Betting” from Flurb #7. One of the things I like best about this review — aside from the fact that Ms. Tilton recommends my story — is how well she summarizes its content: When Xian was young, her family sold her to the People’s Colonial Circus. Now she is living on the…

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