I Heart My Town

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Two fun things from this week: the first progressive bike dinner (yum) and Iron Man at the theShoes_2 Kentucky Theater (where they now serve wine! and where the Mighty Wurlitzer was being played!). Now if only the weather would straighten up.

Unrelated: I just ordered these shoes to go with the closet-languishing fuschia and black Betsy Johnson number I plan to wear* to the Sunday night Wiscon doings. Comfort is queen. I’m hoping they 1)fit and 2)don’t look stupid. I haven’t bought a pair of Docs since college, and doing so fills me with glee.

*Um, once again I missed the window to get it to an alteration shop, so I may actually have to prevail upon the kindness of one of you who can sew to do a teensy bit of stitching to remove a flower from one side and afix it in place of a missing one. Or C will have to do it. ::cue ominous music and sound of thunder::

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Thursday Hangovers

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Monday Hangovers

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  • I’ve added some little book recommendations over in the sidebar (thank you, Typepad support people) and will add a couple more as soon as they roll out the bug fix that was causing them not to show up (supposedly this week).
  • Also, I’m almost caught up on just about everything. So, if I owe you something, you’ll get it soon.
  • New Scientist thinks these five movies get the science right (or, at least, rightish). (Via.)
  • I’ll be reading both of these: "Both Lerer and Marcus emphasize that these works — from picture books marinated in biblical ethics to, yes, the Harry Potter novels — were created by human beings with diverse and often contradictory motives. What a story these authors tell, of piratical moralists stealing each other’s ethical axioms and presenting them as their own, of librarians shouting that Nancy Drew mysteries were bad for education and morality. Despite this cacophony, writers have managed to produce such cherished feats of imagination as Alice and Huckleberry Finn, Charlotte’s Web and Little Women, a magical train station that rescues an orphaned boy and a secret garden in which a girl learns what it means to grow up. These new books remind us that children’s literature, which at the moment is flourishing and hugely influential, grows from as rich and ancient a heritage as any strand of world culture."
  • Colleen points out that horse racing isn’t the only sport with animal casualties, taking a look at the current plight of sled dogs.
  • Stephany Aulenback is not a baby eater: "Like a recovering addict, I recognize the beast within myself. Sometimes, though, I can get carried away with my adultetarian zeal. For instance, I have found that my personal ban on eating babies now seems to extend to miniature versions of foods, as well. Baby carrots and baby lettuce have recently joined baby potatoes on my list. Many otherwise innocuous h’ors d’oeuvres have also become off-limits – I can no longer eat mini-pizza, mini-quiches, or tiny pigs in blankets. I know intellectually that those tiny guinea hens are full-grown adults but when one is placed in front of me at a banquet my visceral reaction is a desperate attraction – my hands literally quiver over my fork and knife — followed by intense revulsion. I usually have to excuse myself in order to go throw up in the ladies room." Read the whole thing.

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Wild Reviews

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The New York Times Book Review has a slew of children’s book reviews this week, by all sorts of excellent reviewers (Sarah Ellis! Leonard Marcus!). I am beyond happy to see Pat Murphy’s The Wild Girls get some much-deserved love.

Packet due on Monday, and so off I am to sit outside with my Neo and write some fiction. At least I have a shiny ARC of Octavian Nothing II to be my reward. w00t as they say!

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My Sweetie, The Hero

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Crowe_2Or the yellow bike wrangler, anyway.

There’s a big, great feature column on Christopher coming up in tomorrow’s local paper, but it’s already up online:

"Some kid had written his name all over it in magic marker," Rowe said. "I don’t think he’s going to be a very effective bike thief."

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"One thing I’ve learned in terms of sociology reminds me of the legendary Old West attitude toward horse thieves," Rowe said. "I’m here to tell you that if you take one of these yellow bikes and put it behind your house, your friends, your neighbors, your landlord, your girlfriend … they are looking for an opportunity to rat you out."

Hee.

(Updated: New link with more pics! Also, you can now leave nice comments at the end of the story.)

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Word Count

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  Word Count 
  Originally uploaded by gwenda

Before you judge, I wrote 1900 words–and they weren’t half-bad.

Blurriness should be attributed to the photographermy cameraphone. A couple more snaps at the old Flickr, including one of Puck licking the keyboard.

The Neo is my favorite thing since EVER. Proper post soon, but it works sweetly with Scrivener. A winning combination.

Also, please admire the edge of our new table!

Oh, and I have a question, for you smartypants types: Is there a special name for the center of a labyrinth?

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