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Bagged us some Bryozoans!

Our dinosaur hunt was quite successful. Mason and I bagged several of the elusive and mighty bryozoans (they're about the size and shape of Cheerios.) Actually, we found one that looks like a watch gear, and it's completely free standing, as it were. No surrounding rock. It's nifty.

For the uninitated, the park was somewhat hard to figure out. I had a map courtesy of the Park Permit folks, and the same one was posted in a larger scale complete with helpful images and information all along th

Be Vwery Quiet... We're hunting FOSSILS

Just a quick note before we head off... I got up this morning at quarter to seven and headed off to the Park Permit Office on Hamline Avenue North and picked up my official license to hunt dinosaurs! Okay, really, it's just a permit that allows Mason and I to pick up and dig for fossils at Lilydale Regional Park, but I've be referring to it as my dinosaur hunting permit. :-)

Mason is excited because we might find things that were alive in the Ordovician Period... and, like, he could instantly n

Twitter Makes Me Look Like an Idiot

Or, at least, Tate looks like an Idiot on Twitter. I swear, I figure out how to post and then I end up somehow sending things out in duplicate, all with misspelled words (yes, I know, I'm terrible here too, but I already say I'm an idiot in the title of this LJ.)

So, how are you?

We had a lovely weekend, partially due to our good friends the Murphys ( seanmmurphy, who took Mason to the Minnesota State Fair yesterday so we didn't have to. Yes, I'm one of those crumugeons who hates the State Fair.

No Ideas, But Fun in the Sun

So yesterday was supposed to be my "idea" day, but I got sidetracked by the excitement that is Hidden Falls. I don't quite know why kids love Hidden Falls so much, but they do. It's actually not terribly remarkable to the grown up eye, IMHO. For one, it's man-made. A lot of concrete and gravel... but they did a nice thing making a series of "falls" that are kid friendly for climbing over and building dams over, etc. It really is just a street sewer run-off grate that tumbles down a bit of a

Gucci, gucci, Garnet

It's been a busy week, which explains my absence from the Interwebs you kids hang out on. It's also been kind of strange, but I'll explain.

First of all, may I have a moment of silence while I speak the benediction? "Gucci, Gucci, Garnet. You were a good series."

Yes, Garnet Lacey is no more. The book I finished this year, HONEYMOON OF THE DEAD, will be coming out in May of '10 as scheduled. However, my editor turned down the proposals my agent and I sent for books 6, 7 and 8. As far as I

Inappropriatly Angry Review of GENESIS (the novel, not the Biblical Chapter)

Many, many moons ago, I was in the audience of a panel at Minicon (back when it was big) where Alan Steele was talking about something. I no longer remember the panel description, but I remember him saying something about how he went through intense periods of output followed by equally intense periods of "intake." He went on to explain what he meant, which was -- when he wasn't writing like a fiend, he was reading like crazy.

I'm still writing like a fiend. My young adult novel is due in Octo

The Bonus of Being so Behind = No LJ Cuts

Shawn and I are in between Netflix shipments, and so we were looking around for something to watch for Friday night movie night. We remembered we still had a stack of discs of Season 4 of BSG that naomikritzer's friend TiVOed for us... well, what, years ago now? Anyway, we dug out our episode guide and figured out where last we'd left our intrepid heroes. We ended up watching "Guess What's Coming to Dinner", "Sine Qua Non," and "The Hub".

As you know, I'd been a pretty huge BSG fan since the

Butterflies at the Zoo

Yesterday Mason and I had plans to meet some friends of ours at "the little zoo" (aka Como, as opposed to the "big zoo" the Minnesota Zoo in Apple Valley). It was a bit drizzily when we started out at ten o'clock, but there are several indoor parts of the little zoo -- a short tropics trail and the Conservatory -- plus I figured none of us would melt. Besides, I've discovered something strange about myself. I don't mind getting soaked as long as rain doesn't hit my head. I brought my ball ca

Not Much Done, but I Blame the Tornado

Yesterday afternoon, I was laying on the bed thinking I should either nap, meditate (which is really, for me, just guided napping,) or start writing. Since I could barely keep my eyes open I went for meditation/napping. I settled in on the bed, plugged in to my mp3 player, but I paused because I heard the sound of a train rattling in the far, far distance. I thought: "Huh, a train," because, a train passes quite close to our house and we can often heard it rumbling through the neighborhood.

The Sounds of Silence

Once again I need to apologize for silence. My family and I went up to our friends' cabin in Siren again last weekend, and, apparently, wore ourselves out completely. I think what happened was that we finally had some really amazing Minnesota summer weather on Friday. I think up in Siren it actually hit 90 F/ 32 C. Mason and I spent almost the entire day either on or in the water. We were back on Monday, but I actually spent much of the day napping (something I usually don't allow myself t