![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
A Million Flavors of Nothing at All.
Apr. 27th, 2011 12:31 pmComments, please. Some evidence LJ isn't dead.
Yesterday, UPS brought the ARCs of Two Worlds and In Between.
Last night, I was going back through the blog and came across the short "to-do" list I made for April. I don't usually make "to-do" lists, because they tend to guarantee I'll not get anything done. However, I've done well this month. The Dark Horse story is written and turned in. "Fake Plastic Trees" is written and turned in. Now, all I have to do is get Sirenia Digest done by May 5th, and I'll be well and truly jake. If only for April, which will have passed by then.
A tumult of dreamstuff in the hour or so before waking. A stony dam along a freezing wintry river, and hiding beneath the water with two other people (no idea who they were). The water was bright and clear, like a lit swimming pool. A fossil whale skull. Something about used books and Bolsheviks. The trees of a dark and threatening forest.
We were still awake well after four ayem, and came very near to leaving the house and driving out to Conanicut Island, to the Beavertail Lighthouse, to watch the sunrise at the sea. Then we saw that the sky was overcast. Sometime after five, I finally slept.
So, funding has been cut for SETI, and the program is going into "hibernation." The United States can spend billions a year on war, trillions over a decade, but science remains too expensive. Taxpayers understand war. It's what keeps Starbucks open. Science eludes them.
Also, if you're a fan of Sirenia Digest, you're going to love Michael Hutter. More over, Harry Clarke and Aubrey Beardsley.
Enough for Now,
Aunt Beast
Yesterday, UPS brought the ARCs of Two Worlds and In Between.
Last night, I was going back through the blog and came across the short "to-do" list I made for April. I don't usually make "to-do" lists, because they tend to guarantee I'll not get anything done. However, I've done well this month. The Dark Horse story is written and turned in. "Fake Plastic Trees" is written and turned in. Now, all I have to do is get Sirenia Digest done by May 5th, and I'll be well and truly jake. If only for April, which will have passed by then.
A tumult of dreamstuff in the hour or so before waking. A stony dam along a freezing wintry river, and hiding beneath the water with two other people (no idea who they were). The water was bright and clear, like a lit swimming pool. A fossil whale skull. Something about used books and Bolsheviks. The trees of a dark and threatening forest.
We were still awake well after four ayem, and came very near to leaving the house and driving out to Conanicut Island, to the Beavertail Lighthouse, to watch the sunrise at the sea. Then we saw that the sky was overcast. Sometime after five, I finally slept.
So, funding has been cut for SETI, and the program is going into "hibernation." The United States can spend billions a year on war, trillions over a decade, but science remains too expensive. Taxpayers understand war. It's what keeps Starbucks open. Science eludes them.
Also, if you're a fan of Sirenia Digest, you're going to love Michael Hutter. More over, Harry Clarke and Aubrey Beardsley.
Enough for Now,
Aunt Beast
