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Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars

Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me

Friday, June 3, 2011

Linkee-poo just wants to bang on de drum all day

Catherine Schaff-Stump on being a resilient writer panel from Wiscon. Lots of good points in there.

Tobias Buckell points out Science in My Fiction Contest is now open for its second annual run.

Practical tips for writing a book. Haven't read this, yet. But it looked interesting. (can't remember who pointed this out last night, sorry)

The gas miners of Uranus. Wow. I wonder if Lando know about this? The other way to go is that how far are we away from atmosphere scoops (where the ship skims the upper atmosphere of gas giants for its fuel)? (Grokked from Jay Lake)

Well, if they can prove their case, Edwards shouldn't just lose his law license, he should go to jail. In this, the "case" is the money he used was actually campaign money. If the prosecution can't tie the money the donors gave as "political contributions," then they have no case. They could prove it to a grand jury, but can they meet the higher standards of a criminal jury?

I wonder if we can call them "Death Panels" when it only involves throwing as many people as possible off the health care rolls to reduce costs. Oh. Wait. No. It's another Republican governor doing it. It can't be "Death Panels" if it's a conservative. It must be, "Running Government Like a Business" again. (Grokked from Jay Lake)

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