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

Monday, August 22, 2011

Linkee-poo hears voices all the time

Happy birthday, Ray Bradbury. May you be touched by electrified swords and told you will "Live forever." One of the best critiques I ever got was someone telling me my story reminded them very much of Ray's Green River stories.

Elizabeth Bear on the tagging of writers, and making them less that others. Yes, you shouldn't do that. For writers or anybody else. Also, yes, knowing things about the lives of writers (or the people we actually look up to or could look up to) that aren't "Hemingway drank, and then killed himself, like all writers do," would be amazingly helpful.

Jim C. Hines FTW.

The monorail's future past. (Pointed to by Dan)

And Patrick Stewart oversees an engagement. Which is why we love him. (Pointed to by Tor.com)

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