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“Where one begins by burning books One will end up burning people.” –Heinrich Heine

Something to think about – A cool excerpt from the prize winning book Mutants: On Genetic Variety and the Human Body. I’m definately picking this one up: “… Each image of a beautiful face or perfectly turned limb is not really about the subject that it appears to be, but rather what it is not.

In the movie Master and Commander, one of the boys working on becoming an officer is told by Paul Bettany, ship’s doctor and amateur naturalist, that he has a knack for naturalism. And the kid says: “You don’t suppose I could be a sort of Fighting Naturalist, do you?” China Mieville is a sort of

So, I sat down and watched the summer special-effects movie, The Day After Tomorrow. What can I say, I have a thing for Jake Gyllenhaal of Donnie Darko fame. Being me, there’s a little part of my brain attuned to the gender dynamics of the movies I’m watching. I watch them for their own sake,

I jumped over to Atrios’ place and was troubled by this little post about Anderson Cooper and CNN’s apparent reluctance to air the matter of his sexuality on prime-time news. Whoa, buddy, hold on: His sexuality is nobody’s damn business. Who I take to bed is nobody’s damn business. The forced “outing” of celebrities and

Writing today. I’m sure I’ll find something hysterical to rant about tomorrow. Like this. See you then. In the mean time, here’s some calming breathing space:

That’s the joke, right? How to be a sculptor? Take a slab of marble and cut away everything that doesn’t look like David… When I open up a book or story project after a pause of more than a couple hours, I usually reread what I did before, which means I rewrite as I go,

I love this crap: “He defied the 25th century with a woman who was NOT HIS WIFE—and a WIFE who was NOT A WOMAN.” It’s probably why I write what I do…It’s like a screaming, pissed-off sort of response. With better fight scenes. And, in response to my Hysterical Holiday Breakdown Rant, Jenn sent me

Will be sporadic today, as my boss dumped a big pile of crap on my desk yesterday afternoon and told me to turn it into something that makes sense (during the busy days, I sometimes suspect that this is really what my job title should say: Bringer of Coherence to Crap). We’re gonna get slammed