I'm just not sticking my neck out the way I did in 1953

[sovay]

1. I am part of a Kickstarter! After fifteen years of paper and cardstock, the speculative poetry mainstay Mythic Delirium—the magazine that published my very first poem in 2001—is changing over to a quarterly publication of short fiction and poetry in a variety of electronic formats. Mike Allen gives the details here. You should give it money. The first year is fully funded, but everything after could use some generosity. I have a poem in the first electronic issue (as well as three of the rare print issues being offered as rewards) and I should like to see this newest incarnation run as long and successfully as its print-and-ink original. It and Not One of Us are dear to my heart.

2. Richard Matheson has died. I never followed him the way I did other authors, but he kept turning up: if it was famous in speculative fiction of a certain period, he'd written it. I wish I had a copy of Duel (1971), but I will rewatch The Legend of Hell House (1973) for him tonight.

Earlier tonight there was a thunderstorm and it is still enthusiastically raining. We ran around the apartment opening windows. The temperature's come down: I can work at the kitchen table without having to keep getting up and running the tap and sticking my head under it every fifteen minutes. I am only very slightly exaggerating.

(It's not an efficient tap for sticking your head under.)