storyrainthejournal: (bookgirl)
Back from Maine; some pictures later. Had an actual whole day of rain while there, and it was otherwise lush, a brilliant glittering wet sojourn in green paradise during the arid desert of this summer in Austin.


While traveling I read Jo Walton's Among Others. As many have said, awesome. Dear Jo Walton, thank you thank you thank you and thank you some more for writing this book. So many clear and on the nail echoes of my own experiences growing up reading SF & F in the 70s, not meshing with the concerns (or reading interests) of other girls my age, looking for my people. All of that and an interesting story threaded through with real magic. Go read this book right now. Really.


Before Among Others I finished Naomi Novik's most recent Temeraire book, Tongues of Serpents, and was very happy to have spent that time with Temeraire and Laurence, who are excellent company and always have engaging adventures. I'm looking forward to the next one.


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My ArmadilloCon schedule: (eta: I tried to fix this formatting, then tried to put it behind a cut, three times, no success; sorry)



Building a Fictional Society from the Ground Up
Fri 8:00 PM-9:00 PM Trinity

P. Bacigalupi, E. Bear*, A. Latner, A. Marmell, J. Reisman, M. Wells
A discussion of worldbuilding in sf/f.



Stump the Panel: Make Up an SF/F Use for an Everyday Object                
Sat 10:00 AM-11:00 AM San Antonio

B. Foster, M. Muenzler, J. Nevins*, J. Reisman, F. Summers  
The audience supplies the items, and the panel provides the imagination.



Broad Universe Reading
Sat 3:00 PM-4:00  PM San Marcos

J. Cheney, M. Fletcher, P. Jones, A. Latner, N.Moore*, G. Oliver, C. Rambo, J. Reisman, J. Vanderhooft
A series of rapid-fire readings arranged by a prominent women writers organization.



Reading
Sun 10:00 AM-10:30 AM Pecos

Me, reading! There may be cupcakes. There may be a giveaway. There will definitely be me, reading.




Learning to Write: Recommended Books and Classes
Sun Noon-1:00 PM San Antonio

M. Cardin, W. Ledbetter, J. Mandala, J. Reisman, P. Sarath*, D. Webb
A look at formal and informal education for beginning writers or those who want to improve their craft. Panelists discuss the books and classes that made a difference to them.



storyrainthejournal: (seagrass)
Short report from the beach: Ocean still here, still awesome. Great huge pelicans sweeping the waves and groups of very big seagulls hanging out on the seawall staring out to sea. Crows and little brown birds. At five in the morning, wake to fall of dark sky filled with stars and the surging sound of the surf.

78 yr old mother still doing pretty well; made the best corn chowder ever, plus other food. Will hot tub and swim this morning with mom and sister. Weather perfect.

Wish you were here.
storyrainthejournal: (snowy)
Listening to my fall/winter '09 cobble of music I currently love, I just realized there's a thread running through some of the songs of being haunted--or being the ghost yourself.

I am officially on vacation. Though today is pretty much a regular Saturday in the life of me. Off to Saturday breakfast soon; then a phone date with one of my cousins; then an exciting afternoon of chores. Exciting I said! Chores I said! Sometime in the next day or so (depending on how long she stays with other folks) my friend Eliz will be here staying with me.

No particular vacation plans other than relax. Write, take some long walks, see some movies, eat good good, have some naps. All things I really enjoy. Hurrah.
storyrainthejournal: (seagrass)

Regarding the refused ad for Crossed Genre's LGBTQ issue (I am late to mention, but I was on vacation!), tacithydra has an excellent round-up of links on the issue here. Personally (and shallowly) I don't see how anyone could reject an ad with such awesome art, which was, incidentally, the cover art for issue #7, which has my story "Our Lady of the Mantilla" in it. 
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Regarding that vacation, I will post some pics tonight-ish. But to sum up: beach, sun, cool breeze, sweet air, I saw baby whales!!!!, pelicans, rest, rest, rest, walking, swimming, hot tub, scrabble, good food, lots of love. Priceless. And extremely lovely and rejuvenating. I am full of yay and thank you.
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Regarding other things: rain! loft reassembled into liveable space! cooler mornings!
storyrainthejournal: (seagrass)
Just back from a long walk on the beach; watched several very happy dogs playing in the surf. Today has been lying on the porch in the sun with the ocean breeze on my face, reading, giggling with my sister, Scrabble with mom and sis, more lounging about on the porch...oh, and it started out with hot tub and lap swimming in the early morning. Apparently there's going to be Crab Louie for dinner (one of my mother's slightly modified for no dairy or wheat recipes). Then another walk on the beach, since low tide is around 6.

Listening to the ocean last night around sleeping: mmmm.

In short, glorious. Feel quite gleeful in the relaxation of my being.

summer

Jun. 28th, 2007 11:23 am
storyrainthejournal: (umbrellalight)

This summer, so far, has been beautifully rainy and, consequently, not as hot as it might be, with temps staying more in the 80s than the 90s during the day, and still cooling off some at night. Of course, the humidity makes it feel hotter, but I don't mind it (you'll hear plenty of people moan about it, however). 

This summer, moreover, is looking pretty great. My good friend K will be visiting briefly this weekend. Then, next week, my beloved [profile] planetalyx arrives for a luxuriously long visit and we have all sorts of fun and frolic planned. I'll be taking seven days off, spaced over a few weeks. Come August, there's my birthday and Armadillocon. 

Currently I have a headache, but I get to leave work early to go have my teeth cleaned, and there's more rain in the forecast, so it's not so bad.

Writing proceeds, slowly, as per, but proceeds and gives joy. The business of writing, well, it proceeds, even more slowly (not on my side, where the turnaround is pretty damn quick, mind you), and, as per, gives mostly pain and frustration, but, eh, them's the fiddlesticks. We're cultivating nonchalance over here.

 

storyrainthejournal: (bunny)
Didn't get a lot of pictures in NYC, as it turns out, but here are my faves from the ones I got:



Austin in Brooklyn through a snow/bat/globe

tree in the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens

in the Disney store window...very frightening

storyrainthejournal: (fable)
Everybody's posting so much. What an overwhelming f-list.

Just got back from seeing a matinee of Pan's Labyrinth--absolutely awesome movie. Wonderful. Easily the best movie I have seen in a very long time. I recommend it most sincerely.

It's been lovely being here, very great. I miss my cats at this point, though. And I could use some real downtime before I have to go back to work. My boss just wrote me and told me I could take Tuesday off, too, though, because it's going to be a national day of mourning and a skeleton day at work. Ready for heading home tomorrow afternoon. Yep.

eta: at the moment I'm tired; my fingertip just won't stop throbbing no matter what I do and it's wearing and I think I'm a lazier person than Eliz because she's set to go back out in an hour for dinner, but I really just want to stay here and have dinner and a movie delivered. Not that we can do that, of course, that's just what I want right now.
storyrainthejournal: (contemplative)
Saw an amazing exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum of Art (also walked about the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens some--Eliz works there as an editor in their publications department--so we've been museuming for free this week). The Mueck exhibit was very cool, the extreme realism on all these figures that were otherwise out of scale, too small, too big--gives one a strange and Alice in wonderland feeling. But the exhibit I loved was Tigers of Wrath. These works, in such fine detail, watercolor, guache and ink, on such large scale, with such strange, beautiful, brutal subject matter, were just amazing.

There's been a couple of themes to the things we've seen this week, among them the Ecotopia exhibit at the International Center for Photography, the opera of The First Emperor, and today's exhibits--themes of meticulous research giving way rise and place to dream and wonder, realism that opens into a sense of otherwhere. Some of this is just the way I look at things, of course, but in the writings about some of the works, there've been some remarkably similar quotes speaking to that idea of deep knowledge and realism being the foundation for something more fantastic and unpinnable.

More details, and some pictures, at a later posting. At the moment we have tea and sweets from a Japanese bakery to indulge in, and a movie to watch.

Carry on.

foggish

Dec. 26th, 2006 08:04 am
storyrainthejournal: (onward)
Grey and a little foggy here this morning. Last night, as we walked to the train, we passed a small boy out with his family. While the adults talked on the corner, he was holding up a bag and saying to his other small companion, "I wanna get some rain in here."

Curse of the Golden Flower was beyond gorgeous and I'm glad I saw it, but not one of my favorite stories, and not one I'll see again (like House of Flying Daggers, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, or Spirited Away, say).

Eliz won't be up for hours, probably, so I am amusing myself, happily. The cats seem to think I should feed them, but I've explained that's her job (plus the feeding station is in her room).

Just finished reading Bruce's latest Viridian note, which, aside from a number of edifying links, offers the text of NYC Mayor Bloomberg's recent speech about sustainability for NYC over the next 30 years. A Republican who admits to global warming and its ravages...amazing. It's a pretty great speech, made even better by Bruce's interwoven commentary (he always includes commentary, in triple parentheses). It's  here.
storyrainthejournal: (Default)
Got here in the late morning (well, to Newark) after getting up at the ungodly hour of 3:50 am to get the super shuttle to the airport; slept for most of the plane trip. A quick and easy hook up with Eliz; driving to Brooklyn...well, the urban landscape is very much a part of the landscape of my childhood, so it always feels like home, in all its homeliness.

Lots of tea and talk in the afternoon, then napping, each with a cat curled up beside us. E's cats are Lipsha and Scout. Her place is great, on the fifth floor of an old place in Park Slope; the view of rooftops out the living room windows is, as she says, reminiscent of some Paris views. So I'm just going to refer to it as Paris.

Soon we will eat some dinner (the vegetables are roasting now), then brave the cold and rain to go see Curse of the Golden Flower at Union Square. After the movie, present opening.

Tomorrow, perhaps a museum in the morning; in the evening, the opera! The First Emperor at the Met.

Ah vacation, thy name is New York.

the news

Oct. 3rd, 2006 04:44 pm
storyrainthejournal: (dogwantbone)

The good news:
I'm going to spend the winter holiday (25th to the 30th of December) with my friend E in New York--Brooklyn, to be specific. Yay!

Jeff VanderMeer said some nice things to me about the start of the new novel. 

I got paid.


The bad news:
Not a happy camper, me.

All my fears and misery about how I'd feel working full time again are pretty much borne out. I was right, which is fairly microscopic consolation.

Still looking for a job that's a better compromise with writing, yes. Realistically, however, that could take a very very very long time.

I may still get better at working it out with this job, the writing time (and the business-of-writing time, and the reading and critting for others time) and find a way to still feel some sense of freedom and joy in my days...I'll keep working on it.

But, for now, I want to curl up and cry; can't, cause, you know, cubicle, no privacy, but, wah. Happy camper, not.

storyrainthejournal: (under the hat)
Back from upper upper upper Malibu, which is what how the airport shuttle classifies my mother and Andy’s zipcode.

Walks on the beach: 10

Hot tub and pool visits: five

Scrabble games: two. I won the first and dismally lost the second--mom got two seven letter words.

Movies viewed on ridiculously large HDtv: two--Napoleon Dynamite (it was funny, but I wasn’t as thrilled as some folks seem to have been) and Onmiyoji II (magic, demons, and Japanese folklore, what’s not to like?).

Celebrity sightings: one. Actually a celebrity hot tubbing. John Savage was sitting on a lounge chair by the hot tub on his cell phone one evening when we went out there and then he joined us. I have lounged in hot water with John Savage. He was most personable, talking with Andy about the environment and the ocean and all the pollution and how wrong wrong wrong it is; complimenting my sister and I on our smiles; and telling us about the movie he was about to head to Tennessee to start filming, a (paraphrasing) dark grifter caper with really good twists.

Chores done for out-of-commission mom: endless. Laundry, kitchen cleaning, food prep, bathroom cleaning…

Books read: one. Mom had the Harry Potter, so I read that while I was there. It was good; possibly the best one yet.

Fogs that rolled in and sat pretty in the canyons: four

Wilflife sightings: two cats, seagulls and sandpipers galore; one flight of pelicans; one hurt-foot seagull hanging out on the seawall; no seals this time, though I did hear one barking down on the beach early one morning.

Birthday booty: a new (well, factory refurbished) stereo receiver (hurrah!) and a digi cam upgrade via hand-me-down of Andy’s old one, a little Sony 6.0 mega pixel, which is way better than my current, now previous, cheapola digi.

Pictures taken: many, and they will be posted tomorrow-ish.

Lj posts missed: a gazillion. I will read and comment as I can.

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