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We get so strange across the border
Somewhere out there is an apparently very positive Locus review with my name on it. According to my mother, I'm also on the front page of the Arts section in the Lexington Minuteman. I need better access to the printed word. Or at least more subscriptions.
At least I have access to online sources: such as Strange Horizons' review of Fantasy Magazine #1, which debuts this weekend at World Fantasy. I'm rather pleased. "Another philosophical debate occurs in 'The Sense of Spirals' written by Sonya Taaffe. In this case, a brother and a sister try to come to terms with their world of consistent, constant, change; they live in a city 'changing, beneath the eye, beneath the hand, when no one was looking and in plain view.' This examination is only enhanced by the lyrical, poetic quality of Taaffe's prose." Heh. I'm not sure anyone has ever accused me of writing philosophical debates before. Let this remain the only thing I have in common with Plato. Other than that we both read Greek, of course.
And to continue the electronic theme, I finally got my Halloween photographs back on CD. Most of them came out rather well (and in the one case where there was a bizarre digital error, it still produced a fascinating picture). Be warned; there are quite a few images behind the cut. But I think they're worth the wait.
(Cut for . . . oh, just read the disclaimer above.)
I stick my neck out for nobody: Crispin as a dapper gangster, of the tommy-gun-and-bootlegging stripe, and Jeff as Humphrey Bogart, who probably arrests him in the last reel.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend: Bobbi doesn't need any gentleman to light her cigarette.
Ladies' Night Out at GPSCY: Bobbi, Denise, me, Torger. Yes, I'm wearing earplugs. It was damn loud in there!
Jellicle Cats, come get coffee with us! Ainsley contemplates the menu of Coffee Too.
The hardships of being an inflatable Ghostbuster: Ainsley, Andrew, Torger, and the EXIT sign.
Both sides now: Torger mediates between contrarieties, with the help of Norwegian chocolate.
Yeah. I got no idea.
In our usual skins: Nora (not featured in Halloween photographs), Denise, Torger, Chris, Bobbi, me, all in the twelfth-floor lounge of HGS. October 3rd, Torger's birthday party.
A portrait of the artist as a twenty-four-year-old: I think my only good photographs are when I'm not looking at the camera. October 10th, my day-after-birthday party.
At least I have access to online sources: such as Strange Horizons' review of Fantasy Magazine #1, which debuts this weekend at World Fantasy. I'm rather pleased. "Another philosophical debate occurs in 'The Sense of Spirals' written by Sonya Taaffe. In this case, a brother and a sister try to come to terms with their world of consistent, constant, change; they live in a city 'changing, beneath the eye, beneath the hand, when no one was looking and in plain view.' This examination is only enhanced by the lyrical, poetic quality of Taaffe's prose." Heh. I'm not sure anyone has ever accused me of writing philosophical debates before. Let this remain the only thing I have in common with Plato. Other than that we both read Greek, of course.
And to continue the electronic theme, I finally got my Halloween photographs back on CD. Most of them came out rather well (and in the one case where there was a bizarre digital error, it still produced a fascinating picture). Be warned; there are quite a few images behind the cut. But I think they're worth the wait.
(Cut for . . . oh, just read the disclaimer above.)
I stick my neck out for nobody: Crispin as a dapper gangster, of the tommy-gun-and-bootlegging stripe, and Jeff as Humphrey Bogart, who probably arrests him in the last reel.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend: Bobbi doesn't need any gentleman to light her cigarette.
Ladies' Night Out at GPSCY: Bobbi, Denise, me, Torger. Yes, I'm wearing earplugs. It was damn loud in there!
Jellicle Cats, come get coffee with us! Ainsley contemplates the menu of Coffee Too.
The hardships of being an inflatable Ghostbuster: Ainsley, Andrew, Torger, and the EXIT sign.
Both sides now: Torger mediates between contrarieties, with the help of Norwegian chocolate.
Yeah. I got no idea.
In our usual skins: Nora (not featured in Halloween photographs), Denise, Torger, Chris, Bobbi, me, all in the twelfth-floor lounge of HGS. October 3rd, Torger's birthday party.
A portrait of the artist as a twenty-four-year-old: I think my only good photographs are when I'm not looking at the camera. October 10th, my day-after-birthday party.