I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Two is almost a magic number.

Serious SF-al napery, done lightheartedly. Don't look up now, there's a few million insects overhead. Close you mouth, one might fall in. And not just those with wings, but spiders and aphids. If this kind of NPR story by Robert Krulwich doesn't make you go, wow, I don't think you're paying attention.

A.M Dellamonica on how to soar when you're already in flight. And interesting little piece on a phenomenon I've notice and has been commented on with the Feral Writers. There's a lot of advice on starting to write, and some advice on the other end of how to handle being very successful, but not much in that wide Sargasso of having a little success to being a mid-list. Actually, I think I've made a comment to Tobias Buckell about waiting for his sequel to "Getting Past Being Joe Blow Neopro" (which I just tried to find a link to his new series, which is also about starting, and the GPBJBN pieces, but can't find a link from his site. Hmm, may need to bring that up when I see him.)

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Krulwich has long been one of my favorite reporters on NPR. He's responsible for many a driveway moment in my life.

Anonymous Cassie

Steve Buchheit said...

Cassie, you and me both. He can take some deep stuff and make it accessible.