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Mar. 17th, 2010 10:56 amCongratulations to this year's Tiptree winners and honor list!
Gary L. Roberts (Doc Holliday: The Life and Legend, 2006) offers a really lovely metaphor:
The Elder Saucepan went back to the kitty ophthalmologist yesterday; we are cautiously optimistic about his progress.
The Saucepan is not a talky cat (one of his other nicknames is "Silent Cal"); he has only one word--GAO--with varying volumes, and he uses it sparingly. But I have noticed a pattern, which has become too predictable to be coincidence: after a visit to the ophthalmologist, he will, some hours later, go into the front hall and--as best I can tell--cuss out his crate. "GAO!" he says, and "GAO!" again. And "GAO!" for good measure.
He has to go to the regular vet on Friday for a check-up and shots; we'll see if that's worth the use of his word, too.
It's looking springish around here. I suspect strongly that we are being lulled into a false sense of security, but I cannot deny that I'm glad to see green things poking their heads up.
Author's copies of the paperbacks of Corambis arrived while I was in Arizona (it'll be officially out at the end of the month), and my contributor's copies of Jonathan Strahan's Best Science Fiction and Fantasy of the Year, volume 4 (in which appears![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
matociquala's and my story, "Mongoose") came on Monday. External validation is totally a crutch, but sometimes it's nice to have it anyway.
Gary L. Roberts (Doc Holliday: The Life and Legend, 2006) offers a really lovely metaphor:
Legends grow, and rarely by design. Like the wisteria in Doc's native Georgia, they spread, encircle, constrict, and hide the damage they do to the truth in a cascade of tales that, like foliage and flowers, cause people to forget everything else. But, like the wisteria, they have an unmistakable beauty that makes them nearly irresistible until they become a part of the landscape.
(Roberts, 259)
The Elder Saucepan went back to the kitty ophthalmologist yesterday; we are cautiously optimistic about his progress.
The Saucepan is not a talky cat (one of his other nicknames is "Silent Cal"); he has only one word--GAO--with varying volumes, and he uses it sparingly. But I have noticed a pattern, which has become too predictable to be coincidence: after a visit to the ophthalmologist, he will, some hours later, go into the front hall and--as best I can tell--cuss out his crate. "GAO!" he says, and "GAO!" again. And "GAO!" for good measure.
He has to go to the regular vet on Friday for a check-up and shots; we'll see if that's worth the use of his word, too.
It's looking springish around here. I suspect strongly that we are being lulled into a false sense of security, but I cannot deny that I'm glad to see green things poking their heads up.
Author's copies of the paperbacks of Corambis arrived while I was in Arizona (it'll be officially out at the end of the month), and my contributor's copies of Jonathan Strahan's Best Science Fiction and Fantasy of the Year, volume 4 (in which appears
matociquala's and my story, "Mongoose") came on Monday. External validation is totally a crutch, but sometimes it's nice to have it anyway.
