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May 12, 2010
The Green Leopard and Other Plagues
My new collection, The Green Leopard Plague and Other Stories, is now available! Ask for it wherever fine books are sold! Contained in the volume are two stories that actually won Nebula Awards, as well as other stories that were nominated for Nebulas, Hugos, and/or Sidewises, but due to some horrid cosmic accident did not actually win. Plus there's an introduction by Charles Stross and
May 11, 2010
Where the Oil Comes From
Via Ralf, a highly scientific explanation of how the U.S. gets its oil.
May 10, 2010
In Sizzle Requiescat
She never lost the sizzle. Here's she is from 1965.RIP, Miss Lena Horne.
May 9, 2010
A Really Cool Idea That I Can't Know Anything About
I could use some free publicity about now, so could one of you please load a cooler with a bunch of my books and leave it in Times Square? Just don't tell me when or if you're going to do it. Or who you are. Or anything.Thank you.(/irony)
May 5, 2010
Coffee Bread
Recently my cousin Karla and her mom Alice passed through New Mexico on the way to a bowling tournament in El Paso. I get to see my relatives maybe once every decade, so I was pleased to invite them over for dinner and to show them around Albuquerque. Unfortunately this was a day of a huge windstorm, cold gusts to sixty knots or so, so the outdoor activities we'd planned--- aerial tram,
Angel Mike
Via Patricia, this really astounding virtual tour of the Sistine Chapel. It's got everything but the Pope!
May 4, 2010
Soviet Cola
Long live the glorious proletarian revolution in soft drink technology!
May 3, 2010
On A Cold, White Table
It's Dr. John and Eric Clapton doing a duet on "St. James Infirmary Blues."I mean, what a fine idea this is!
Needle to the Neck
War's tragedy doesn't end with the war, nor does trauma end when the precipitating cause goes away. When my father's generation came home from the Second World War, a lot of them brought the war home with them. The traditional cure for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder in those days was lots of alcohol, followed by kicking the wife and kids around the house.Not that this happened to me. My father
The Great Lost Essay
I started an essay on fiction writing on April 26, but never got around to finishing it till today. Blogger went and posted it as if I'd finished it on April 26, which means it's buried amid old postings and you probably won't see it. Here it is, if you want to jump right to it.
