UnSuper
May 20
Ummm.... busy day. Lots of work done at work. Then to the gym to work out. Then to the coffee shop, where I read a lot of last week's New Yorker for some reason -- just to get away from reading SF for a little while, I guess. Read a long article about Shaquille O'Neale, only because I noticed a line that said "I couldn't call myself Superman if my name was Tim", which intrigued, and I kept reading. Very strange article, mostly because the person who wrote it kept making references to, like, the god Poseidon's giant sons and other heavily esoteric shit. Then I came home, hung out with Heather a bit, and blammo, now it's almost midnight. I'd planned on doing some writing but I didn't; too tired. Ah, well.
The new issue of Elysian Fiction is finally up, with my story "The Invisible Musicians" (as the lead story, no less; nice). It's a very old story, and has some awkward moments, but I'm fond of it, and I think the central idea is pretty cool, still.
Jenn has a story in this issue, too, and Jon, and some other cool people, so go forth and read.
Sad to hear about Stephen Jay Gould's death; he was a great science writer, very good at tackling complex subjects in an accessible way. I saw him speak three or four years ago, talking about evolution and the misconception that life tends toward increased complexity and the drunkard's walk and such. Another loss. Lots of those this year.
Guess that's all for now. 'night.
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