pameladean | Reading

Two weeks running with posting about reading on Wednesday, whohoo! ... It won't happen again for a while.

The Tail of Emily Windsnap, by Liz Kessler

I wanted to read this after

troisoiseaux recalled loving it as a kid and enjoyed it on a reread. I was intrigued by her description of Emily’s starcrossed parents’ romance and Emily’s needing to rescue her father from mer-prison (which is only half the story; the other half is Emily discovering she turns into a mermaid in water, meeting a mergirl who can be her best friend, and learning about mer-school, etc., while meanwhile managing her mother and babysitter and the mean girl at human school).

( more analysis than a slim volume should have to bear )

The tl;dr of this is that I thought it was a fun, imaginative adventure story, and I can understand why

troisoiseaux remembers it fondly.

oursin

Have been involved over the last day or so in the discovery and revelation of a hoohah over an esteemed bibliographer having copped to having fabricated a set of letters, of which the transcriptions appear on their website, with, true, a provenance note that might give one to be a tad cautious when citing.

But anyway, someone I know did actually cite something from one of these letters - fortunately not as a major pillar of an argument or anything like that - in their book which is only just published (and copy of which for review I finally received last week). And was informed by the perpetrator.

Cue kerfuffle. The ebook can be readily corrected but not the hardback copies.

But anyway, this led to me (particularly given subject and period) to think upon an instance I had encountered of learning - from the author no less - that a series of supposedly authentic Victorian erotic novels had been knocked up (perhaps that is not the phrase one should employ?) as remunerated hackwork for a paperback publisher in the 1990s.

A few of these are now accessible via the Internet Archive and I discover that they have introductions setting them up as Orfentik Discoveries of the writings of a Private Gents Club.

Anyway, I wrote this all up for my academic blog, and there has been discussion on bluesky about hoaxes and fakes and also I introduced the topic of people being misled by fictional pastiches that were not meant to mislead (or at least, like 'Cleone Knox''s work, have long been known to be made up).

(Ern Malley complicates this like whoa, since it has been claimed that the authors of the hoax actually produced SRS surrealist poetry whether they meant to or not.)

And as a scholar and an archivist I am against hoaxes and fakes and people inserting false documents into archives and so on -

- but I still have the occasional qualm that some naive reader will not read the disclosure of the real origin story right at the back of the volumes and think that the Journals of Mme C-, subsequently Lady B-, actually exist.

Current Music: Paperback Writer

brithistorian

Colossal Biosciences is planning to bring back the giant moa, a 3m (10 foot) tall flightless bird that went extinct around 600 years ago, shortly after humans arrived in New Zealand. Peter Jackson is one of the major investors. Considering the difficulties the Australians had when dealing with emus, which are only 2/3 the size of the great moa, they really need to consider that there was probably very good reason that the early New Zealanders wiped them out.

minoanmiss

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abracanabra

INGREDIENTS

1 kohlrabi
2 medium carrots
3 green onions or 1/2 regular onion, minced
3 Tbsp garlic scapes, or fresh chives, chopped
2 eggs
2 Tbsp plain flour
2 tsp paprika
1 ½ tsp salt
¼ tsp garlic powder
¼ tsp onion powder
⅛ tsp cayenne pepper
Black pepper to taste
Vegetable oil for shallow frying

INSTRUCTIONS

Prepare the kohlrabi. Cut off the leaves and stalks, and then peel the vegetable with a knife.

Shred kohlrabi in food processor.

Press down on the grated kohlrabi with paper towels to remove excess moisture.

Peel and shred the carrots.

Mix all ingredients together in a large bowl.

Heat oil in a large frying pan. Once the oil is hot, turn the heat down to medium. Use a small cookie dough scoop to dollop batter into frying pan. Press it down to flatten so that the fritters don’t end up too thick in the middle. Cook for around 2 1/2 - 3 minutes per side, until light brown but not scorched (it is easy to overcook these!).

When the fritters are ready, transfer them to a plate lined with kitchen paper to drain off any excess oil. Lightly salt.

james_davis_nicoll

An intelligent ship crisscrosses space-time to track the progress of the colonies it established

A Maze of Stars by John Brunner

oursin

Happy birthday,

owlectomy and

talking_sock!

mizkit

My crossposter still isn't working, but I know people are enjoying the Cthulhu writeups, so I'll at least repost this one here manually...

***

I was sick the last two gaming sessions, and in my absence, Our Heroes gathered a lot of information, and...lost a hero.

Dillon, who if you will recall from the end of the England adventure, came away with compromised lungs, was caught in a cloud of icy lung-sucking horribleness, which worked as advertised, and killed him dead.

Of the various players and DM, it appears that Ted (Dillon's actual player) was the only person even KIND of emotionally prepared for this possibility, and even he was a little rocked by it. We're about to find out how everybody reacts in character (spoiler: Alice is going to have HUGE GUILT because Dillon was there in the first place because her father hired him to keep an eye on her. Never mind that it's now been YEARS since that happened and Dillon was definitely there of his own volition at this point; Alice is not exactly stable, and this isn't going to help O.O).

Okay. ONWARD.

Summerset says a few kind words about Dillon's bravery and how he'd have been honored to serve with him in the war. Teddy vows to avenge his best friend ever, Dillon. Alice stares into the distance, mute with guilt. Evelyn (whose player isn't available tonight) drinks herself insensible. Calliope, who doesn't really know any of us yet, studies while the rest of us are sad.

It transpires that the crew who have returned alive have also taken possession of a girdle from one of Alice's visions. Summerset, as he relates this information to Alice, adds a desperate, "Please do not put it on, it is very very cursed."

Me: I feel like I need a wisdom check on this one.

GM: You can roll luck.

Fortunately I rolled high and did not make bad choices. ::laughs::

The next morning, a Mysterious Stranger appears...

Mysterious Stranger, at the front desk: I am in search of a Dr Smith or a Dr Calliope (I can't remember her last name).

Summerset, overhearing: There's a man looking for us. We should either run away or go talk to him. Alice?

Alice looks over & sees this man:

Alice, apparently recovering her wits: We should definitely go talk to that incredibly handsome man.

Summerset: -eyes Teddy, down the table nomming his breakfast and oblivious- (mumbled) Poor Teddy. (aloud) Yes, very well, let's go talk to this gentleman, Alice.

We retire to the rooms, where we learn this gentleman's name is Arad al Fey and he'd like to know what the hell happened a couple nights ago, although much more politely framed. Summerset explains people were brutally murdered, including our Dillon and what turns out to be most of Fey's compatriots. Alice begins to cry at the reminder that DILLON IS DEAD.

Fey is shocked, but recovers. Summerset shows Arad al Fey the scimitar he was given by an imam at the site of the fight to help him survive, and offers it back to Fey. Fey tells him to keep it and asks about the above-mentioned girdle, whether they saved it and whether it's safe.

Alice, upon hearing the girdle mentioned: GASP A vision! She's looking at me! She looked at me and vanished!

Summerset: So I'm very sorry your friends are all dead, Mr Fey.

We discuss a plan of attack which ends up, somehow, with our concierge, Seleem, bringing poor Teddy up to the room, announcing that he's taken too much sun ("HOW?" Summerset demands, "IT'S MORNING!"

"Yesterday, sir," says Seleem. "When he was otherwise unattended he went out walking in the sun. Without water. All day."

"Of course he did," Summerset moans. "Go take a nap, Teddy."

"I don't feel so well, Summerset," Teddy admits. "A nap sounds good."

"Also," says Seleem, "A Mr Frederick Bosingworth* is here. Miss Evelyn's affianced, I believe?"

"Oh, good," Teddy says wearily, "Freddy can come sleep with me."

Summerset's player: HE SAID IT OUT LOUD, IT'S CANON, IS IT CANON IF EVELYN ISN'T HERE?

DM: No, sorry

Summerset's player: BUT PLEEEAAAAAASE

Summerset: fine. we're going to go talk to this guy. Teddy, I'm putting a chest in your room--

Teddy: Is there a body in it?

Summerset: NOT IN FRONT OF THE NEW GUY, TEDDY, WE DON'T PUT BODIES IN CHESTS EVER WE NEVER DO THAT and i want you to not open the chest, not put the thing in the chest on, and if anybody comes in and wants to open the chest, shoot them in the face

Teddy: And put the body in the chest?)

We went to see a couple of horribly maimed people who worked on the Giza dig for the people we're looking for. They're, like, HORRIBLY maimed, we have to roll to not go into shock from seeing them, but we succeed and they gave us a Mysterious Tablet, then carried on to Memphis, where

:: GLEEFUL SCREAMS ::

DR WILLIE PRESTON ENTERS THE CHAT

Willie: I just got fired for being a rogue element in the archaeology dig. A wyld stallion, if you will.

Me: ::screams laughing::

Summerset: Very well, I'm also a fan of unorthodox methods, perhaps we can be (I can't believe I'm saying this out loud) wild stallions together.

Me: ::SCREAMS::

We send Willie into town to stay at our hotel while we go try to shake some information out of the dig expedition that we believe might Know Stuff. It gradually becomes increasingly clear that they're incredibly untrustworthy and that Willie might know more than they do with his crazy theories about labyrinths under Giza. Alice does talk to the woman she had a vision of, who gives her a cryptic phrase to remember, and while she's doing that Summerset realizes that one of the dig members is a proto-Nazi. Not that we know what Nazis are yet, in 1925, but WE know, and decide it's best to get out of there since they're not helping with any info on what happened to the stolen alabaster sarcophagus they're complaining about having lost.

This, in fact, is why Willie got fired: he fell asleep and the sarcophagus got stolen. Along with a number of Egyptian police who are presumed dead, but we're not entirely sure about that, so we're going to go back to Giza and see if there's any labyrinths under the pyramids. Also, almost as an aside, we learned that when Willie fell asleep, he dreamed of a queen--

Alice: was she wearing my girdle?

Summerset: it's not YOUR girdle, Alice, and also we have to be very careful about taking things out of Egypt, they're really cracking down on that kind of thing--

Me: you're worried about this in 1925?

Summerset's player & the GM: That's WHEN they started cracking down, was in the 20s! After decades of looting! It's the one thing they're really able to do in that era!

Me: Huh! Okay then!

Summerset: --and so we absolutely definitely can't be caught with it. You might have to wear it to get it out of the country.

Alice, dreamily: okay

Summerset: NO WAIT I DIDN'T MEAN THAT--

Thus far, we have not yet managed to introduce Willie and Teddy, because, since Calliope and Evelyn's players weren't available this evening, we decided the three of them had been left in Cairo to do "a side adventure I wasn't planning on running anyway," said the DM. :D

BUT I HAVE FAITH THAT THE WYLD STALLIONS WILL BE (RE?)UNITED!

*I don't remember Freddy's actual last name. Something like that. :)

james_davis_nicoll

May the prison you liberate have more than seven prisoners.

sovay

Because I am more familiar with the operas than the film scores of Erich Wolfgang Korngold and tend to avoid even famous movies with Ronald Reagan in them, it took until tonight for me to hear the main theme for Kings Row (1942), at which point the entire career of John Williams flashed before my eyes. Other parts of the score sound more recognizably, symphonically of their era, but that fanfare is a blast from the future it directly shaped: the standard set by Korngold's tone-poem, leitmotiv-driven approach to film composing, principal photography as the libretto to an opera. I love finding these taproots, even when they were lying around in plain sight.

I don't think that what I feel for the sea is nostalgia, but I am intrigued by this study indicating that generally people do: "Searching for Ithaca: The geography and psychological benefits of nostalgic places" (2025). I am surprised that more people are not apparently bonded to deserts or mountains or woodlands. Holidays by the sea can't explain all of it. I used to spend a lot of my life in trees.

I napped for a couple of hours this afternoon, but my brain could return any time now. The rest of my week is not conducive to doing nothing. The rest of the world is not conducive to losing time.

Current Music: Martha, "1978, Smiling Politely"

brithistorian

I love YouTube Music — it's a great streaming system and gives me access to music that I could only have dreamed of when I was younger. But there's one thing about it — a small thing really, but still big enough that it bothers me: When you have a playlist, it should be a trivial thing for the software to add up the running times of all the songs in the playlist and give you a runtime for the playlist, and this works for shorter playlists, but once a playlist reaches 5 hours or more in length, the program gets lazy and anything over 5 hours is either "5+ hours" or "5 hours [XX] minutes," where [XX] isn't the actual number of minutes past 5 hours, instead the point after 5 hours where the software got lazy and decided to stop adding. Not a deal killer, not even that big of a deal, really, but it's annoying.

asakiyume

The first I heard from behind me as I was walking along the boardwalk that crosses over a low-lying area on the way to the supermarket.

"No. No, if you've lusted after him in your HEART that's the same as ADULTERY ... Okay. But like Job. Job said--"

I couldn't quite get what Job said, and I'm surprised to hear Job referenced in this context (so maybe I misheard), since Job wasn't lusting after anyone; he just had his family wiped out in a divine thought experiment.

I took a covert glance behind me, and it was a young woman talking on the phone to someone. I didn't want to stare, so I didn't get a close look, but she *might* be the same woman I see walking this route sometimes, with large, bright headphones on, wearing a rapturous expression. I always thought she must be listening to very excellent music but now--if it's the same woman--I'm thinking it might be something else.

The second was a tiny daughter to her mother--they were leaving the supermarket as I was entering.

"We got SO MUCH candy, mom," the girl said. Sounding highly satisfied.

Third was actually a person I was talking to. It was at the Western Union counter. Every four weeks I send my tutor payment for my Tikuna lessons, but I always get $2.00 change. At the same counter they sell scratch tickets and the non-scratch-ticket lottery stuff, and last month I decided that for ten tries, I will spend my $2.00 change on $2.00 lottery tickets and see what happens. Will I lose a full $20? Or will I win some fraction of it back? Or will I make a KILLING! ... I have a strong feeling it will be Option No. 1 (two goes have netted me zero), but letting the test play out means I get to handle these glittery, shiny, throw-your-money-away-on-us tickets. I'm taking photos of each one--when I'm all finished, I'll post them and tell you the results.

So I asked for one once I'd sent the money, but the woman behind the counter was young, and I felt self-conscious, so I blurted out why I was doing this, and she nodded. "I sometimes buy a $10 ticket on my break," she said. "I've never won ANYTHING."

There you have it!

james_davis_nicoll

Charts hold back chaos, and we should sing their praises!

Why Do I Love Charts? Let Me Count the Ways.

james_davis_nicoll

This new Hearts of Wulin Bundle presents Hearts of Wulin, the tabletop roleplaying game of Chinese wuxia action melodrama from Age of Ravens Games.

Bundle of Holding: Hearts of Wulin

watersword

It turns out that North & South (2004) is not soothing to watch whilst stitching; I am not interested in the 1850's generally, I am in no fit state to be entertained by the Industrial Revolution and labor unrest, and the cinematography is bleak. Richard Armitage's jawline does not make up for these flaws.

The Three Sisters plot has begun giving me peas! It is surprisingly difficult to distinguish between "immature snap pea" and "mature snow pea". I should probably give up this plot next year, as the fee is almost twice as much as the one near my apartment, and getting there & back is annoying, and the plot is weed central ....but the raspberry patch! I got sour and sweet cherries at the farmer's market, which of course means that I made cherry-pit whipped cream to go with the cherry galette; it is now corn and zucchini season, which is one of my favorite seasons; I miss having a grill so much. It is absolutely perfect grilling weather.

Somehow I have three community events at the same time tonight: a embroidery meetup, a constituent outreach meeting with my city councilor, and a meeting of the neighborhood association board. ::facepalm::

minoanmiss

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Current Mood: silly

sovay

My week seems to have started with catapulting myself on zero sleep to a specialist's appointment starting half an hour from the end of the phone call, so I am eating a bagel with lox and trying not to feel that the earth acquires a new axial tilt every time I turn my head. Paying bills, shockingly, has not improved my mood.

After enjoying both The Big Pick-Up (1955) and The Flight of the Phoenix (1964), I was disappointed by Elleston Trevor's The Burning Shore (U.S. The Pasang Run, 1961), which ironically for its airport setting never really seemed to get its plot off the ground and in any case its ratio of romantic melodrama and ambient racism to actual aviation was not ideal, but I am a little sorry that it was not adapted for film like its fellows, since I would have liked to see the casting for the initially peripheral, ultimately book-stealing role of Tom Thorne, the decorated and disgraced surgeon gone in the Conradian manner to ground in the tropics, because of his unusual fragility: it is de rigueur for his archetype that he should pull himself out of his opium-mired death-spiral for the sake of a passenger flight downed in flames, but he remains an impulsive suicide risk even when his self-respect should conventionally have been restored. He is described as having the face of a hurt clown. He'd have been any character actor's gift.

Mostly I like that Wolf Alice named themselves after the short story by Angela Carter, but the chorus of "The Sofa" (2025) really is attractive right now.

Current Music: The Hives, "Enough Is Enough"

ceciliatan

Whew! I’ll be making my Guest of Honor run at Readercon this coming weekend in Burlington, MA! It’s me and P. Djeli Clark in the GoH seats, with legions of super-smart sf/f writers and editors on the program, including Max Gladstone, Rob Cameron, Catherine Lundoff, John Chu, Laura Antoniou, Erin Roberts, Sarah Pinsker, Shariann Lewitt and many many more.

As expected, my schedule will be PACKED. Of note: I added a second autographing slot because of concerns that the first one happens soooo early. I will not have a table selling books: you can get them in the bookshop from Sally at Larry Smith Booksellers and some will also be on the Broad Universe table.

And yes, there will be some copies of the new shiny beautiful Magic University Collectors Edition hardcover. (And if you ordered a copy via Kickstarter, check your email for an update about picking up the book in person if you want to! Or just come to a party!)

FRIDAY
2:00 PM Bisexuals in Science Fiction: Still Hip After All These Years?
3:00 PM Autograph Session #1
4:00 PM Cecilia Tan GOH Reading
7:00 PM Moving from Traditional Publishing to Self-Publishing
9:00 PM Levels of Interiority (in Narrative)

SATURDAY
12:00 Noon The Works of Cecilia Tan (I’m not on this, I’ll just be listening!)
1:00 PM Divination in the Writing Process
4:00 PM Guest of Honor Interview: Cecilia Tan by Charlie Jane Anders
6:00 PM Erotica, Horror, and the Fear of Visceral Fiction
9:00 PM Patrons & Kickstarter Supporters Get-Together

SUNDAY
12:00 PM Noon Beyond the Bio: Weird Jobs & the Worlds They Inspired
1:00 PM Harry Potter and the Undeath of the Author
2:00 PM Autographing Session #2

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Mirrored from Cecilia Tan.

lydamorehouse

For

sabotabby who is probably still on vacation and anyone else who might be interested, here's a link to our American Flagg episode of Mona Lisa Overpod: https://open.spotify.com/episode/4yFxNh4m8xcnHhLC3MB38Z

Speaking of podcasts, I had a very odd interaction with a potential panelist on a panel I proposed for Diversicon. I've been, as you know, gentle reader, fairly obsessed with doing programming committee work for a completely DIFFERENT covention, and so I haven't much talked about the fact that I will be one of the Guests of Honor at Diversicon 32, along with Naomi Kritzer. Diversicon is a local to me (Minneapolis/St. Paul, MN) convention and is coming up soon! September 5-7!

So, what happened was this: I got an email from someone in programming connecting me with a potential panelist. The initial email was very straight-forward. This person has been writing radio plays for a podcast down in Florida called the Radio Theatre Project. Sounds like a decent fit, right? But, this person added this to their communication with me, "I'd be happy to talk to Lyda and come up with a presentation" (emphasis mine). I wrote back and said, "Sure! I'm happy to try to figure out a way to combine our similar expertise into a panel of some sort. My podcast isn't fiction and I do none of the technical aspects of recording, editing, or producing it, but I'm sure there are some commonalities."

Immediately the other panelist seemed to want to back off, however. They talked about how "my audience" might not be interested in the things they were doing and that the two types of writing were fundamentally different. I acknowledged that, but tried to encourage this person, anyway, by saying that, yes, that's true, but podcasts are a thing in general and I'm happy to spend some time on the panel talking about the things they do and the things I do. This seemd to mollify this person, briefly.

BUT then they proposed getting together for a coffee to hammer out our "presentation" or to at least come up with talking points.

I have to admit, y'all? I was very confused by the continued use of the world presentation.

I had to write back and say, "It's a panel discussion, right? Something informal and off-the-cuff?" I told them I am always happy to pre-consider questions that might highlight this or that, but, like, this is one of those situations, I thought, where "this meeting could be an email." I did, however, try to say this kindly and suggest that while I was not against getting together for a coffee, per se, a panel discussion (if that's what we were having) wasn't probably worthy of something so intense.

I guess I pissed his person off somehow? I didn't mean to!

But, surprise, surprise, this person has now declined the offer to be on the panel with me. Which would be FINE, except for the fact that they felt the need to leave with this parting shot: "I listened to your MLOP 27: American Flagg podcast about cyberpunk. It is very focused and detailed. It offered a wealth of information for fans of serious science fiction. I'm not a serious sci-fi fan. I don't have the background and experience to speak about this kind of podcast. I've also found the easiest way to kill the humor in almost anything is to analyze it."

Like, is that directed at me? Or is this person saying that they don't want to analyze their own humor for fear of destroying the fun in it? (Their radio plays are humorous, apparently.) I decided to go with the latter, because it does no good to make enemies in a convention pool as small as Diversicon's. So, I told them how sorry I was that they have chosen to opt out and hoped that we could at least meet and chat at the con.

But the entire exchange was so baffling, you all. I know this person at least a little. Their name is familiar to me. They are NOT a stranger to the local science fiction and fantasy scene. They know what SFF convention panels are. The fact that they kept calling it a presentation has actually made me a little terrified that I'm actually going to be the ONLY person on this panel. SHOULD I BE PREPARING A LECTURE/PRESENTATION????? I am now a little fearful that maybe I should be!

I wouldn't be paranoid about this, but this has happened to me in the past.

I once proposed a panel for (I think) MarsCON about manga and manhwa and, when I arrived at the convention and got my hands on the program booklet, I discovered that I was, in fact, the only person talking about this subject FOR AN HOUR. Luckily, in that case, it wasn't until the next day and someone (Anton, probably,) had asked me if I needed any technical support for my panel/presentation and I said, "Okay, yes? Gimme some way to run a powerpoint presentation," and I went home that night and MADE ONE UP. I think I had exactly 5 people in the audience, but they were happy to see the covers of some titles I recommended, etc.

JFC.

If it is just me... what am I going to talk about for an hour by myself about podcasts? I mostly listen to fiction podcasts, but if people are there, as this proposed panelist suggested for my particular podcast, I don't know that there's enough to actually say about what it is that we do. I mean, Ka!lban does most of the hard work and I just show up and talk about whatever it is we've chosen as a topic. That's it. That's my entire experience. I don't know how this could possibly fill an hour!

I guess I'll find out!

Current Mood: confused

james_davis_nicoll

2005: The Ulster Volunteer Force struggles to grasp the meaning of the term “ceasefire”, Britain is astonished by the unlikely coincidence that every known WWI veteran is over 100 years of age, and in what some experts hope is a sign Britain has begun to emerge from chaos after the retreat of the Roman Empire, Dr Who is revived.

Poll #33355 Clarke Award Finalists 2005

Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 38

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Which 2005 Clarke Award Finalists Have You Read?

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Iron Council by China Miéville
13 (34.2%)

Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell
12 (31.6%)

Market Forces by Richard Morgan
6 (15.8%)

River of Gods by Ian McDonald
10 (26.3%)

The System of the World by Neal Stephenson
15 (39.5%)

The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
12 (31.6%)

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Which 2005 Clarke Award Finalists Have You Read?
Iron Council by China Miéville
Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell
Market Forces by Richard Morgan
River of Gods by Ian McDonald
The System of the World by Neal Stephenson
The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

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asakiyume - Wednesday reading: The Tale of Emily Windsnap
oursin - Feeling just slightly disingenuous
brithistorian - You'd think that Peter Jackson would have seen Jurassic Park...
minoanmiss - Three About Food
abracanabra - Recipe: Kohlrabi Fritters
james_davis_nicoll - A Maze of Stars by John Brunner
oursin - (no subject)
mizkit - Call of Cthulhu: Pour One Out For Dillon
james_davis_nicoll - Happy Bastille Day!
sovay - Unread books on dusty shelves tell a story of their own
brithistorian - Computers, do computer things better!
asakiyume - snatches of conversation in the orbit of the supermarket
james_davis_nicoll - Why Do I Love Charts? Let Me Count the Ways.
james_davis_nicoll - Bundle of Holding: Hearts of Wulin
watersword - (no subject)
minoanmiss - (no subject)
sovay - Went to the doctor, turns out I'm sick
ceciliatan - My Readercon Schedule!
lydamorehouse - ...of Podcasts and Such
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