I am briefly back from internetless visits to family in Victoria (my home state), and shortly to fly out to Lisbon where I am to give two talks I have yet to finish writing (of course! Not to worry, I always do this). In the interim I must proof my book and do a thousand things. Once all this is done I promise to put some substance online here. Very possibly my talk on trees (yes, there's a slew more to come).
Meanwhile, talk amongst yourselves.
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So, after an Internet-less week in St. John, USVI, I come back to find over 1600 articles in the RSS feeds of blogs that I follow regularly. And if you think I'm going to wade through all of that, well, you need to work on your thinking skills a bit.
Kate and I went out to Michigan this past weekend, to unwind a bit at the summer home of some friends from college. It was an Internet-less weekend for me-- there was Internet access at the house, but I fought through the incipient datastarve, and resisted the temptation to log in.
I'm off for a much-needed vacation, and will be Internet-less for the next week. Woo-hoo!
This is the final Best Novel Hugo nominee of this year's field, and given James Nicoll's immortal description of Watts's writing ("When I feel my will to live getting too strong, I pick up a Peter Watts book" or words to that effect), I wasn't terribly enthusiastic about picking up
John started in Victoria so:
Green Park.
It's a good day for a road trip: Walthamstow