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What about the World Series, Joe? We don't want to miss that, do we?
Last night I watched the Red Sox win the World Series. This is quite possibly the most attention I've paid to baseball since fifth grade. It was fun. My mother now wants to know when we can start calling them the Damn Sox, since clearly the Yankees are no longer the dominant team of the American League . . .
The night before was the annual Halloween party. There were owls and theologians, pirates and ninjas, mistletoe gods and femmes fatale, lawyers and painted demons, storytellers and printer's devils, clowns and mad scientists and shrines to the Sox, and only some of these were costumes. We carved over a dozen pumpkins and I will put up photographs if any of them came out. It was a good renewal after two weeks of reasonably unmitigated suck.
And today, my story "Teinds" is online at Strange Horizons, for Halloween and all the things worth holding fast. And for autumn. Enjoy.
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The mail just arrived, bearing copies of Flytrap #8 (which contains my flash "Upon the Land, On the Sea," written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seajules) and Mythic Delirium #17 (which contains my poem "In Ellipsis," but more importantly rushthatspeaks' phenomenal "How to Hide in a Japanese Print") and a gift of strange herbal teas from strange_selkie and darthrami. Thank you, October!
The night before was the annual Halloween party. There were owls and theologians, pirates and ninjas, mistletoe gods and femmes fatale, lawyers and painted demons, storytellers and printer's devils, clowns and mad scientists and shrines to the Sox, and only some of these were costumes. We carved over a dozen pumpkins and I will put up photographs if any of them came out. It was a good renewal after two weeks of reasonably unmitigated suck.
And today, my story "Teinds" is online at Strange Horizons, for Halloween and all the things worth holding fast. And for autumn. Enjoy.
[edited 2007-10-29 01:48]
The mail just arrived, bearing copies of Flytrap #8 (which contains my flash "Upon the Land, On the Sea," written for
seajules) and Mythic Delirium #17 (which contains my poem "In Ellipsis," but more importantly rushthatspeaks' phenomenal "How to Hide in a Japanese Print") and a gift of strange herbal teas from strange_selkie and darthrami. Thank you, October!
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Will check it out next break I take.
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It's quite short . . .
(Enjoy!)
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Scars appeared somewhere in what I was writing last night. They sort of cropped up on the body of my protagonist; the wages of a life spent training, I suppose. But that's tangential.
I'll need to read your story again, perhaps a couple of times before I can find something to say beyond the usual feeling of being drugged up by your words and pushed, blind folded down a hallway full of hands.
In a good way.
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*snerk*
Thank you!
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My brain thanks yours in advance.
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I have to admit a certain satisfaction at the Red Sox victory myself, even though I paid even less heed to baseball in fifth grade than I do now. ;-)
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Thank you!
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The actual teas arrived today: blood orange, apple cantata, mango melange. I only ordered them last week. They smell fabulous.
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So my poem is in fact in Jabberwocky III, bringing the tone of the neighborhood down. *pokes it grimly*
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I have not yet had a chance to make any of the teas, but I am already having to fend off my mother from the blood orange, so I suspect it will be incredibly good.
So my poem is in fact in Jabberwocky III, bringing the tone of the neighborhood down.
Snerk. Hardly.
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You're welcome. Thank you.
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Yes, like
I had to do a sex switcheroo, though. For the first few sententences--I know this just shows my conventionality as a reader--I assumed that the narrator was female and the companion was male. Then the companion took off her skirt, so then I assumed the narrator was male and the companion was female. Then it occurred to me that the narrator could be female. No biggie. It doesn't matter for the story whether the lovers are male and female or female and female. I guess I read them as male and female, though.
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It cannot be the first place I heard the word, because I knew "Tam Lin" before I read The Perilous Gard, but it's probably the first place outside the ballad. And it is a wonderful book.
I had to do a sex switcheroo, though.
A beta-reader mentioned this difficulty: I should perhaps have footnoted them better, since I don't think the narrator's gender matters, but the lover is definitely female.
I'm glad you liked it!
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I am sure I will see you again before then . . .
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Will there be pictures?
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Come next year!
(Hiking?)
Will there be pictures?
I cannot guarantee there will be good pictures, but there should certainly be pictures.
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Mythic Delirium no. 17
I can't even pick lines I like best, because I'd quote the whole poem.
....eh, I can't help myself:
"The silence on our skins says everything .... where the waiting widens into rings"
I love the way you think!
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Thank you! I'm honored.
Do you have a poem in the issue? (This is what comes of not knowing a person's proper name . . .)
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Seconding
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(No kiddin': http://www.boston.com/sports/baseball/redsox/gallery/10_29_07_return/)
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I'm informed it wasn't not as powerful as the end of the 2004 World Series, which was an almost mythological culmination of prayers and hard work, but I still knew a lot of people screaming very happily on Sunday night.
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Heh. Thank you!