June 25th, 2008

20111112, Marilee

Errands Today

I was up late enough last night that I got our newspapers in early daylight with the reacher before I went to bed. Today I took trash and recycling out to our dumpsters, mixed paper to the transfer station (where the Canada geese were gliding on the pond), went to the library to pick up Humans (good timing, I finished the current Asimov's last night), the post office to mail some BFAC beads to someone who needs some more of that color (I'm done with them), and to Giant. When I got out to the car Monday, I realized I had left a package of cat food can covers against the side of the cart and not sent it down the conveyor. I'd already lifted the cat litter a couple times and knew i'd lift it more, and I had the neurologist appointment yesterday, so I went back to pay for it today.

Then home to a cool house (the humidity and temp goes up tomorrow) and although I'm sleepy, I'm going to try to push through because I was on so late last night that there shouldn't be as much to read.
20111112, Marilee

Asimov's August 2008

The front section had a guest editorial by Stephen Baxter about Arthur Clarke, Agberg's reflection on story length, James Patrick Kelly's article on how science fiction is too good, and something on Awakening by Rudy Rucker, which I didn't read. The first paper page has another really awful ad for a self-published book, although at least this one is through Lulu.

I was really struck by three very strong stories in this one:

1. Lagos by Matthew Johnson -- what happens when the World Bank lets Nigerians run telepresence booths? This is much more complicated than that sounds, and it's not just his excellent writing, but the many layered ideas that are there.

2. Divining Light by Ted Kosmatka -- if you use Feynman's two-slit experiment and find that other mammals can't collapse the wave, what do you test next? I disagree with the conclusion of this story and would like to argue about it with someone. Or at least discuss it. It's still a very deep story.

3. Wilmer or Wesley by Carol Emshwiller -- he's captured as a baby (they kill his mother) and put in a zoo. As he grows up, he finds he doesn't look any different from them, he can talk, he's an artist -- why is he different enough to be in a zoo?