Saturday Night, repost edition

[bodlon]

(Note: this originally went up yesterday, but didn’t mirror properly.)

So normally this time of year I would be in beautiful Atlanta, Georgia enjoying Dragon*Con. Sadly, this year it was not to be. Don’t worry, though. I am wearing my ridiculous fox hat anyway.

Yep, that's me wearing a fox hat, alright.

On the other hand, Columbia is doing its best to make it up to me. I’m pretty sure I’ve already mentioned elsewhere the accordion-playing busker dressed like a gorilla I encountered on Friday, and my trip with good friends for margaritas and then Machete. Friday was good.

Today I got up at a surprisingly reasonable hour and to help Village Books move into their new, much larger space. I’m sore in all kinds of interesting places, but it’s a nice kind of sore because I’m excited for them and can’t wait for them to reopen on Tuesday. Also, helping them out and listening to shop talk and stories was fantastic research for the novel.

Right now, I’m busy trying to convince one of the dogs that there is no longer a possum in the back yard for her to go and eat. Even after a trip outside to check, she remains unconvinced. She’s quite a vigilant defender in the face of squirrels, deer, cats, turtles, and any other strange and wonderful fauna that make their way in or near our yard, especially if she thinks she can eat them.

The other dog is quite sensibly having a nap near my desk. As one does on a Saturday night.

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I hadn’t heard of this until this week, but apparently some schools are using jerseys with RFID chips to track kids. The ACLU rightly points out that there are all kinds of reasons this is a dumb idea.

Solar flares may have an effect on radioactive decay. Oh Physics, don’t ever change. And by “don’t change,” I mean keep changing in awesome, beautiful ways.

Over at Tor, an interesting short post about polyamory in SF/F.

If you like really happy paintings of naked women in ice cream sundaes (and who doesn’t, really?), my friend Jean’s got some work for sale at Sugar And Spice. (Not work safe unless your work is flexible on artistic nudity.)

Michael O’Hare’s “A letter to my students” says so many useful things about how we’ve gone wrong in America. I hope his students (and others) take it to heart before it’s too late for us to set these things right.

Another reason to wish I had a bit more cash: Commodore is back, and wins at everything. Who wouldn’t want one of these?

Park51 isn’t the only religious center in play near the site of the former World Trade Center. Unlike Park51, these guys actually do preach hate. Hint: if you opposed Park51 on the basis of a “zone of solemnity” but aren’t up in arms about this, I call shenanigans.

Via several people, an article from NPR about dumb things reviewers are saying in reviews about Scott Pilgrim vs. The World.

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