It takes a while sometimes for electrons to get all the way out here to Gibralter Point, but my understanding is that Elizabeth won the short-story Hugo last night for “Tideline”. And though I hate her for her talent and her characters, I also love her for her talent and her character. So, way to […]
Not the Rock. The Point.
Category: writing newsI have dropped off the face of Toronto for the next week, returning to the magical land of orange tabby and slate-grey cats Gibralter Point, and to an annual writing retreat that I haven’t attended for a few years now. My primary goal is to finally hammer those fiblets I’ve been dribbling into a coherent […]
Reznor and the Singularity
Category: miscWell, they suckered me. After I’d heard so much about the vaunted FX of Nine Inch Nails’ live show, Reznor et al stomped through an opening assortment of Slip and Year Zero tracks against a competent-but-hardly groundbreaking backdrop of coloured spotlights and dry-ice vapor. Four or five songs in, I was resigning myself to merely […]
Revenge of the Butterballs
Category: biotech, DumbspeechA few years back — before he ascended into Heaven with the angels — Cory Doctorow submitted a nifty little story to the Gibralter Point writing workshop (an annual affair for which, come to think of it, I am about to depart this very weekend). I don’t remember the title, but one of the central […]
Loving the Alien
Category: fibletWe sleep. The chimp makes grudging corrections to a myriad small trajectories. I set the alarm to wake me every few weeks, burn a little more of my candle in case the AI tries to pull another fast one; but for now, it seems to be behaving itself. 428 jumps towards us in the stop-motion […]
Got Another One!
Category: neuro, writing newsNature published “Hillcrest v. Velikovsky” last week — and the very next day, this cog-sci dude named Mike Meadon posted an erudite and outraged blog entry on the insanity of the kind of world we live in, that such things could actually happen. Evidently he didn’t realize that the work was fiction (until the famous […]
I Talk Too Little
Category: ink on art, public interfaceSo the folks over at SF Signal approached me to answer their latest Mind Meld question, to wit, “Which science fiction or fantasy novels, past and present, do you consider to be the most controversial? Why?” And I answered, but I composed my answer during a couple of spare moments during Polaris, sitting cross-legged on […]
A guy with a light saber. And his slave girlfriend on a leash.
Category: public interfaceOne guess as to which of those elements I found hotter. Yup, there’s a whole different clientele that shows up at these Polaris things compared to, say, the more literary (those red-staters among us might say “effete”) affairs like Readercon. Out of the ten panels I sat on, only three had a literary focus; the […]
The Smell of Fear
Category: public interfaceSo. A mere four days before Polaris is scheduled to begin, I drop them a line to ask what events I’m scheduled for. Oops, say they, I guess we forgot to tell you. You’re scheduled for ten events. You’re moderating five of them. Guess you’d better start preparing, huh? It gets better. Some of the […]
The voices that control me from inside my head say I shouldn’t kill you yet.
Category: miscSelf-loathing giant squid. Bad-ass fucking fractals. If Randy Newman did the theme for The Passion of the Christ. A furry old lobster and a creepy doll. GLaDOS. An extended dance remix of a contest for the world’s best pants. Tom Cruise. Oh, and your brains. I just had front-table seating at Jonathan Coulton’s first-ever Canadian […]