Tea leaves, bicycle chains and dream of Christopher, Christopher and the machine

[sovay]

I am drinking goat's milk hot chocolate from my Alan Turing mug. (It's from the ACM.)

My poem "The Clock House" has been accepted by Stone Telling.

It's a piece I wanted to write since the fall of 2008; it took me a year once I got started. It is for Christopher Morcom. It is also for Alan Turing.

It is Turing's centenary year. The call to grant him a posthumous pardon for his conviction for gross indecency was just rejected. (He did get a stamp.) I submitted the poem specifically for Stone Telling's queer issue.

They need more submissions. Send them some.

I did believe it possible for a spirit at death to go to a universe entirely separate from our own, but I now consider that matter and spirit are so connected that this would be a contradiction in terms. It is possible however but unlikely that such universes may exist.
—Alan Turing, "The Nature of Spirit" (1932)

Comments

[selidor]

I always feel faintly bad about not chaining mine to a radiator.
Hee! I may have to attach an honorary chain to the handle...
(Bletchley Park was on our to-do list when visiting London last year. We made it to the Royal Observatory, instead; next time for sure).

(Have you got a poem to send?)
I have been a good little selidor; two are in their inbox.

[sovay]

(Bletchley Park was on our to-do list when visiting London last year. We made it to the Royal Observatory, instead; next time for sure).

I have to go there as well. And to Derek Jarman's garden.

I have been a good little selidor; two are in their inbox.

Appropriate luck-wishing rituals sent your way!