Notes from aboveground

[sovay]

I have strange_selkie and darthrami to thank many times over for the actual print copies of the January 15th—21st issue of the Washington Post's Book World that they shipped to me, such that I was able to show off the review of Singing Innocence and Experience to my advisor, who happened to be waiting in the same line at the pharmacist's: that was simultaneously random and cool. The fact that this review was out there on newsstands for anyone to see really does blow my mind. I've acclimated my brain to the idea that people whom I do not know personally will read my stories. But that people who've never heard of me might find out through the Washington Post? I've got think about this one for a little.

Immense archaeological coolness continues to happen in greyselke's neck of the desert. If I were a member of a team that had discovered a statue of Queen Ti, I'd be grinning, too.

Does anyone other than fleurdelis28 want me to write about snails?

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[clarionj.livejournal.com]

Your posts and your friends who comment are providing me with such entertainment. Hoddydods, and all that followed. I've been out of the academic world a long time (maybe should have opted for a job in a university instead of the commercial world and child-rearing), and reading bits like this in the morning is almost as good as being back. So, thank you. And you've reminded me of a poem I wrote called "A Snail Trip through Heroin." Years ago, so it might be crap, but I think I'll take a look. In the meantime, I hope you write something.

[sovay]

"A Snail Trip through Heroin."

With a title like that, I really want to see it . . .