So, I was going for a walk to Starbucks this morning for a little bit of exercise and some caffeine. I shoved “The Scar” by China Mieville in the inside pocket of my jacket for reading material.
It had been sitting on the floor next to my desk, where it couldn’t possibly acquire any heat. Within moments of walking, I had to pull it out of my jacket, because it was burning me. It was cool to the touch, when I pulled it out, but when placed against my ribs in my loose, cool, denim jacket, the book was like a hot battery burning me.
I know what you’re thinking, and I checked for my cellphone, which was in my other pocket and wasn’t causing any heat at all. I rummaged around in the book’s pocket for anything that might cause heat. No luck. There was nothing inside.
The book, all by itself, was emanating heat, as if it contained within it a presence, or power, inexplicable by normal means.
I carried it in my hand, and it slowly cooled down. I put it back in my pocket, later, after I had coffee in one hand, and had spent an hour or so reading in the cafe, and the book was fine, as if the presence had burned off.
The only way to exorcise a book, after all, is to read it.
After a long silence, you’d think I had something interesting to say.
And… I don’t.
San Francisco was awesome. It was great running into Mr Dansky again, and I had much fun at the Writing SiG stuff.
I got to meet a *huge* influence on my writing, Chris Avellone of Obsidian Entertainment (Lead Writer on Planescape: Torment, Icewind Dale, Knights of the Old Republic 2: The Sith Lords… etc…). And, that was awesome. Totally, totally awesome.
I also went to a reading on Monday with Rudy Rucker, Cory Doctorow, and two others whose names escape me. That was also totally awesome. Rudy Rucker, I suspect, is a big fan of ice cream.
Anyway. It was awesome. Maybe tomorrow I’ll post some pictures I took of the view from my hotel room.
Maybe, when I’ve had time to process, I’ll know what to say, and how to say it.
Until then, all I got is “…Awesome!”
I’m at the IGDA in San Fran, and, as predicted, not keeping up with the blog.
But, like, hello! I’m in San Francisco, at the IGDA, and I’d rather be living than blogging!
I may or may not blog this week. We’ll see.
I’m off to the International Game Developer’s Conference, in San Francisco.
It’s friday. It’s been a long week. I’ll be in San Francisco next week. And, like everyone in that scenario, I will now post a picture.
It’s my desk, where I’m siting right now.
Obviously, I whited out my computer screen.
I must have been looking at some embarassing website. What do you think I was looking at?
Here’s a link, but I’m afraid I don’t remember where I got it from…? Sorry, bad internet etiquette. But, I got it from someone. Jay Lake? BoingBoing? I can’t recall…
My day job plus my desire to still be a working writer on top of it does slow my reading down just a little bit, but I wanted to mention here that I’m currently reading – at last! – Timothy and the Dragon’s Gate by Adrienne Kress, and enjoying it immensely. I’m also poking my nose, tentatively into Felix Gilman’s next book, Gears of the City, which will likely be what I read next week, when I’m off to San Francisco for a conference.
I may post a full review later on. I’ve discovered I’m not actually any good at writing reviews, though, compared to people like Charles Tan and Larry from Blog of the Fallen. Really, it is an art form, and one at which I do not show great talent.
I can barely communicate the content of my own stories, much less other people’s…
Look, I figured out what those words really mean. You see, the alternative lifestyle – i.e. the one that is not mainstream, is not traditional, and has a very, very limited basis in history, but not reality – is the one wherein two chaste virgins marry and never even neck until after the ceremony, is the one that must be the alternative that I keep hearing about.
Really, you’re talking about gentrified, pre-arranged couples, in the upper class, among a very small part of the human population, during a limited time in the history of those nations. Frankly, even there, the only “chaste” one was the female, and it was still very, very normal for engaged couples to do what came naturally.
All in all, it’s the only definition of “Alternative Lifestyle” that makes any sense whatsoever.
(In case you don’t know why I bring it up, look back a few days. I encountered a magazine that surprised me with its guidelines. I’m still trying to reconcile the person I know with the guidelines… But, I won’t tell you which one, and I’ll delete any comment that names it specifically. We are not here to bash magazines. We are here to wonder, amazed at an aspect of the market that seems representative of a prejudice in our larger culture. It is her magazine, after all, and her guidelines can demand stories about one-legged monkeys on spaceships, if she so chooses.)
I was thinking about the end of the world, again. (I do that sometimes. You know, I’m an SF Author?) And, I was thinking about semis.
So much of our infrastructure is built around the notion that we can move goods in a large truck from point A to point B. But, that’s not going to be true much longer.
Unless we can come up with some decent, non-polluting alternative fuels, our whole lifestyle is f-ed. Because food, clothing, and shelter all start far away and move towards us on trucks. It’s why every suburb in this country is a clone of the other, with the same large houses, retail shopping complexes, and grocery stores that all carry the same foods.
What’s going to happen when the trucks are no longer economically viable?
Don’t think it can’t happen. It almost did happen last summer.