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26th September 2012: May you be written down in your own special colour

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In the beginning there were no colours, there was only light and dark, because God hadn’t thought about colours yet. Later, God thought about life, and soon after thought about death, as a way to get old life to get…

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Posted in Whimsy

12th June 2012: Shakespeare, real thing

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When I compared Martin’s A Dance With Dragons to Shakespeare’s history plays, some people got all bent out of shape by the comparison, and it took me ages to understand why. I was indeed comparing Martin to Shakespeare, because they…

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Posted in Books, Theatre

30th April 2012: Home From Jo March’s Europe

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I am home, having spent the last week walking my feet off in Florence and Rome. What I said about Florence last time still very much holds. This time I wasn’t alone with Ada but joined by Z and A and…

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Posted in Books, Human culture, Life as it blossoms out in a jar or a face

26th January 2012: The Unknown Ocean

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I was starting to think the Pacific was a myth. I got a real understanding of the wild surmise. First, that wasn’t the Pacific, that was only Puget Sound. (But Puget Sound was wonderful.) Then it was only San Francisco…

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Posted in Life as it blossoms out in a jar or a face, Whimsy

13th January 2012: Puget Sound

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It wasn’t so much a look of wild surmise when I gazed at the Pacific. Or maybe it was, actually, a genuine one. The Empire Builder was absoloutely on time — I haven’t been on a train more than half…

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Posted in Life as it blossoms out in a jar or a face, Whimsy

1st December 2011: 47 Today

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Great birthday so far — Rysmiel and I went out for a very good meal last night at a new place called French Connection Montreal, which I discovered by the simple method of reading their menu while waiting for a bus.…

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Posted in Life as it blossoms out in a jar or a face, Writing

30th June 2011: Florence, a trip report and a plan

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What I suggest you do is arrive at Florence by train around sunset. You’ll be flying into Rome, so that’s easy to arrange — the train from the airport takes you to Termini, the same railway station where you’ll get…

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Posted in Human culture

22nd May 2011: Layers

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A little while ago I wrote a post on Tor.com about Thomas Disch’s On Wings of Song (1979). And I was thinking wow, 1979, but it doesn’t feel like a dated future, I wonder why that is? And I think…

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Posted in Human culture, Writing

27th March 2011: In Dialogue With His Century

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I was getting a book off the shelf last night and I came eye to eye with the hardcover of Patterson’s biography of Heinlein Robert A Heinlein: In Dialogue With His Century and I realised what a stupid title it…

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Posted in Books, Whimsy

26th March 2011: Things I know

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I always know huge amounts more than end up on the page. I need to know it, and often I don’t have to think about knowing it, I just know it, it’s inherent in the world and it doesn’t end…

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Posted in Small Change, Writing