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I’m supposed to have another draft novel by March. Sheeeeiiiiitttt. Back to work. “The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, […]

I have a confession: I’m pretty nonplussed about the tsunami. 150,000 people dead, yea, so, 2 million died in Rwanda and nobody gave a fucking shit. 1 in 3 people in Southern Africa has HIV or AIDS, and the US is pushing abstinence-only programs there instead of condoms. Whoop-dee-doo 150K dead. Oh. Yea. That’s right.

Woke up this morning with a title and a plot for my painter story. It’s about damn time. That’s what good media gluttony and blog reading at midnight will get you. Here’s to another `05 here in uptown (and, possibly, Denver) My front stoop Where it all goes down…

1) go jogging 2) write a story that Ellen Datlow will buy 3) start reading Susan Bordo’s The Male Body 4) lounge around and drink coffee 5) be thankful for this life, cause it frickin rocks

Note: there really needs to be another person in this house to eat the rest of this Thai food. Any volunteers? Napoleon Dynamite: I’d heard how wonderfully funny this movie was, so I was surprised that it wasn’t so much laugh-out-loud funny as it was quietly amusing. As my buddy Stephanie said, “It’s just like

Is a Rancho Zabaco zinfandel (2002). Unlike most zinfandel’s I was familiar with, this one’s actually a deep, meaty red. Quite tasty. Not only that, but you can get yourself a bottle for $10. Went bike riding today, and went wandering around the ice floes at the beach. I love living near water. In case

Cleaned up my blogroll and deleted all the blogs that I just don’t get to regularly. My blogroll doesn’t neccessarily serve as a “read this” list, but an “I read this” list. I also added a bunch that I’ve been swinging over to more recently. A couple of these – Echidne of the Snakes and

I’m going through my blogs, and I checked out the Big Fat Blog cafe press store. They’ve got these stickers and a tote bag that say, “The average American woman is a size 14.” And it occurred to me that what I really wanted was a tote/bumper sticker that said: “The average American woman is

Holy crap, it’s 56 degrees outside. In Chicago. On New Year’s Eve. Global warmings great as long as you don’t live on the coast! Ha. Yes, I’ve just rolled out of bed. I think I’m still on PST. I knew I was still asleep when I tried to dump my protein powder into my coffee

I just got an e-mail from Ginmar, a self-described “blue-collar feminist” currently serving in Iraq. I’d found her lj sometime back through – of all channels – the science fiction circles, where TNH of Making Light re-posted one of her combat posts, and a huge comments controversy ensued (a woman couldn’t have been under fire,