You’ll notice changes occurring on my blog over the next little bit, as I update and make it user-friendlier…soon I plan to kick up a different kind of dust. Just wait and see.
Meanwhile, speaking of which, enjoy this NASA photo of a polar Martian dust storm. Heck of a dust devil!
O hai!
This blog has been silent for a long time. It’s not that I haven’t had a lot on my mind. I have been reading and thinking about a lot of issues, but I’ve had a hard time finding a hook: an opening for the kinds of things I want to talk about. Let’s face it; I’ve got a feral-sapient brain. In a feral-sap brain, everything runs orthogonally to everything else; it’s all Wincester-housey in there; everything is interconnected and tangled up with other stuff… whimsy, rage, joy, and fear; tons of snake-hands and stairways to nowhere…and the more something matters, the fewer words I can rustle up to describe it succinctly.
But I got that hook today.
So, welcome to the reboot of my blog. Coming up next: dudebros in the environmental movement, and what it means for us. And the planet.
PS- What the heck is that with the wild raspberries on my header? I didn’t put those there! It’s supposed to be all Donato-art swirlie-cool-astronauts and stuff. Time to do some maintenance…
The Birdo team has posted more images from the work they did for my book covers, including their early design efforts. There are some very cool images–scroll down on this page to “Making Of” and you’ll see why I had a hard time choosing!
I’m here in Northampton, delivering my daughter to college. We’re being chased by hurricane Irene.
We arrived at our buddy Jane Yolen’s house yesterday afternoon. Unfortunately, Jane isn’t here. Her daughter Heidi has been lovely, and we have the run of Jane’s enormous farm house.
So far, Irene is manifesting only as a soaking rain and a bit of wind. The storm is supposed to roar right over the top of us at some point and we expect to lose power. We are hoping a tree won’t fall on the house. Ulp!
I plan to spend the day working, for the most part… though I’m looking forward to finishing my re-read of Bujold’s A Civil Campaign as well.
I do love New England. For a desert rat like me, the greenery and rain seem luxurious. We get occasionally big storms in New Mexico during our summer monsoons, but in terms of moving water, they are pitiful things compared to these long, soaking rains and house shaking storms. I love the luscious stretches of grass here; these trees that tower overhead. I love how the soil springs back up under my foot when I step on it.
I’ve lived in the deserts of New Mexico much of my life, and I have delighted in its many beauties. But I feel ready for a change sometime soon. I want to move somewhere that it is easier to grow a garden, to be surrounded by ecological abundance.
Most of all, I’m worried for my friends in NYC and along the Atlantic coast. Stay safe, you all.
I love this. Via Grist, a beluga whale is clearly enjoying this Mariachi serenade.
You and me both, kiddo: I love Mariachi music.