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In Which I Spawn A Movement
February 17
Two counts as a movement, right?
In addition to Timprov's Hedonism, the discerning journal reader can now also enjoy Marissa Lingen's Morphism. We are the Ism Ring. We are like a gang. If I can just convince them to buy scooters, we will be a scooting, online-journalling gang.
I went up to Hayward today (I've been writing that sentence pretty often lately-- they're visiting me next time) for Timprov's birthday. I got him the O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack. It's always dangerous to buy music for someone, but I think he'll like it. And if he doesn't, he can always trade it in for something he does like.
We hung out, talked, had dinner, went to Trader Joe's (where I bought pear juice, which I then left in Hayward! Grr.), ate ice cream, and played a game called "Settlers of Catan." A super-fun day that went by too quickly.
Meg had a fun night, too-- she went to see Appalachian State's yearly feminist theater performance, Pieces of She. I always enjoy that show-- it's short plays and monologues and songs and dance pieces, written and performed by women, about women. Sigh. Wish I could have seen it. Then she went to see Agent Ink and drunkcountry band Why Mama Cries play at the Emporium. Double sigh. I miss seeing those boys rock.
Big congratulations to John Sullivan! His story "Everything Changes," which appeared in Adventures of Sword and Sorcery, has been chosen for David Hartwell's new Year's Best Fantasy collection. Whoo! It couldn't happen to a more deserving writer (despite John's protestations to the contrary).
In much sadder news, I learned today that Tina Spell (who ran the Clarion Novel Dare page) succumbed to her cancer and died on Friday. I didn't know Tina very well, only corresponded with her about Dares, but she seemed like a warm and wonderful person-- and she was certainly a fine writer. We're poorer for her passing.
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