April 11, 2004
what I'm thinking and doing § what I'm listening to § what I'm reading
what I'm writing § retrospective: old journal
Last week I forgot to say how much I enjoyed it being 04.04.04.
This week I remembered to say way too many times how much I hate, detest, and loath the switch to Daylight Savings time. Getting up an hour early makes me feel like I have jet lag. I'll be getting that very soon, with at least the delight of being somewhere else. I don't need jetlag at home, thanks. Even if I do like the lighter evenings the transition hurts.
We had a fun time this week with Devin. She's been all over the city and walked from Seattle Center through Pike Place Market and Pioneer Square and over to the International District. Quite the hike! I was impressed. Took her to woolshops and cd stores and forced her to spend money. Jim took her to the Olympic Peninsula for an overnight trip. I was so jealous as I love the forest and beaches there but couldn't take the time off work given that I'll be gone the last two weeks of the month in Turkey.
I'll be gone the last two weeks of the month in Turkey. I can hardly believe it--I have so darn much to do before then. I'm trying not to hyperventilate.
Oh, and we got our chimney recapped, so no more squirrels.
I've been very busy with Clarion West things and will continue to be, probably until the minute I leave for Turkey on Friday. Ack.
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Not listening much right now.
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Richard Morgan's Altered Carbon is a science fiction thriller with a fascinating idea: that people's minds can be inserted in various bodies, "sleeves". Here an enchanced former mercenary is hired to find out who murdered an extremely rich man with a prolonged life, a Meth. The police have deemed it a suicide. A back-up copy of the man has been re-sleeved into a clone (something only the wealthy can do). Of course this leads the former mercenary into layers and layers of deception that cause him to confront himself and longtime enemies. While I really enjoyed parts of this I found it incredibly violent and often the violence was unnecessary to the story. I wasn't surprised to read that a movie is in the works. I won't go.
Linda Nagata's Memory reminds me of Karl Schroeder's Ventus (see my June 8, 2003 entry for comments) in that it's a kind of far future science fiction that is almost indistinguishable from fantasy. Here it's a human colony where despite people remembering talents from previous lifetimes, their history is shrouded in myth and mystery. They live in a dangerous world, where a mysterious substance called silver rises from the ground like mist, erasing everything, including people, in its path and leaving behind strange constructions. People huddle in enclaves, protected by wells and mechanical creatures. A young woman is born here and discovers her younger brother can call silver to him--he does it an he disappears. When she grows up she learns from a mysterious, threatening stranger that her brother may still be alive, so she sets out across the dangerous land to find him. A fascinating story.
Nalo Hopkinson's The Salt Roads is a powerful interweaving of the complicated lives of three black women: Jeanne has risen from her mother and grandmother's lives as prostitutes to become a dancer and the lover of Charles Baudelaire; Mer is a slave on an island plantation, where she acts as a healer to her fellow slaves; Thais is a young prostitute in Alexandria. All three struggle to build their lives as black women in their restricted situations. Then there is Ezili, the rider, who experiences them all. A lovely tangled web of personalities, hopes, and damages. A lovely, dramatic, powerful book. My favourite of Nalo Hopkinson's novels.
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One of my readers liked what I've been doing with the chapter revisions, so my work with them continues with a little more clarity of purpose. Also added a long section onto an old poem to include new experiences in the place it was set at. It's going to take a lot of revision, but I'm happy to be doing it.
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