Los Links 12/2

Okay, yes, I know, this is extremely late, and I’m sorry. I truly am. But during the time I was supposed to be compiling Los Links, my Muse decided it was time for us to have some, ah, special moments. And who am I to refuse her?

So we nearly filled a notebook, just about killed a pen, and my hands are busy informing me today that writer’s cramp is a very real thing, and they have got it. I’m behind on everything. I missed Geology Office Hours. I didn’t get to watch Doctor Who. But I’m not bloody complaining, because the work we did serves two novellas and the novel, I’m starting to see how the pieces fit, and it’s bloody exciting is what it is.

And I chased her off with a stick this afternoon so I could get Los Links done for you. I’d like to thank Rebecca Watson, Greta Christina, and PZ Myers for their Skepticon IV talks, which I’ve been listening to in the sunshine all afternoon whilst I copy and paste shit. Granted, it means copying and pasting shit took a lot longer than it should have because I kept breaking off to watch bits, but it was fun and informative and I wouldn’t trade it for anything except several million dollars, because then I could quit my job, actually keep up on writing AND the blog AND watch their talks anyway.

Where were we? Oh, right, you wanted links. Here they are, then:

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Los Links 12/2
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That'll Be Me. In a Book. A Paper One, Even

So, I’m in the midst of a frantic day of playing catch-up, I glance at my email, and I see this thing that says “Welcome to Open Lab 2012.” And for a moment, I’m not really absorbing that. I’m like, “I didn’t sign up for any conferences yet. Oh, hey, there’s an email from the folks who’re doing that pitch workshop tomorrow night that work doesn’t want me to go to because poor planning on their part constitutes an emergency on my part, and… ZOMG WTF?”

Oh. Right. Open Lab’s not a conference, it’s an anthology. One that Chris Rowan nominated me for (yeah, saw right through that innocent whistle, buddy). So I open the email, and it’s got all this verbiage about how “Adorers of the Good Science of Rock-breaking” has been accepted and here’s a contract and some edits and professional author stuff. Oh, and we need these rights so it can be published world-wide.

What?!

They are going to chop down trees and make them into paper and print my words on it, and then bind that paper together with paper that has got words from rock-star quality science bloggers on it, and they’ll put all those pages in a nice cover and release it to the world next fall, and I still can’t quite believe that’s actually taking place. I’ll probably be clutching that book, looking at my by-line, and still not believing this is actually taking place. I’ll have to find a good psychiatrist before then. That way, I’ll have a professional specializing in the treatment of psychiatric disorders assuring me that I haven’t had a psychotic break.

On the assumption that I have not, actually, had a psychotic break, thank you! Thank you, Chris Rowan, for nominating me. Thank you, my friends in the geoblogosphere, for inspiring me. Thank you, my readers, for giving me a reason to write words down and post them. Thank you, Open Lab, for briefly taking leave of your senses and choosing that post of mine for inclusion. Thank you, everyone who believed I wrote words worthy of this.

Now, if one of you happens to live in the Seattle area, would you kindly drop by and give me a rather large pinch?

That'll Be Me. In a Book. A Paper One, Even

It Was the Best of News, It Was the Worst of News

And with that melodramatic Dickensonian post title, I shall now announce nothing much of substance. Aren’t you glad you clicked over? I knew you were.

The good news is, having mostly finished my blog reading backlog, Los Links will be fat and sassy this week. The bad news is, I still have to compose it. Good news: I’ve got some old school Doctor Who to watch, during which links shall be linked. Bad news: my brain is so fried after several hours of solid reading that it’s oozing gently from my ears, which means Maclargehuge Post Containing Actual Substance and a Quote by Ed Yong Hisownself shall be delayed. Sorry.

The good news is, I called my mother whilst walking over to Quiznos for some sustenance, and she sounds miles better. Very nearly as good as she gets. Good enough that I could broach the topic of her signing a release so her doctors can share information with me, and she didn’t freak out, but thought it was a brilliant idea. The bad news: good times don’t last. We just savor them while they do, and do our best to ensure there’s more good than bad, which isn’t such a bad thing after all. Every life is a matter of trying to extract more good than bad, and we haven’t done so badly, overall.

The good news: kitteh and I eschewed the living room for the bedroom today, where beautiful bouncing sunshine leapt through the windows. The bad news: that bloody bouncing sunshine woke me up. Argh. And now it’s close to setting. Double argh. The good news: I write best in the dark.

And speaking of writing, I have got good news on that front: I’ve been beavering away steadily on ye olde WIP. The bad news: I had to return to the notebooks to figure out why the story stalled. The good news: I have made what seems to be a breakthrough, and may be able to wrestle some story out of what seemed like a pile of disjointed words. Bonus good news: I’ve filled quite a few notebook pages with useful thoughts. The bad news: I forgot to stop by Staples to replenish the notebook supply. The good news: Staples is close by.

And that’s about where life is at the moment. Now for the really bad news, the worst possible: it’s laundry day.

I shall see ye for Los Links if the pile of dirty clothes doesn’t eat me.

It Was the Best of News, It Was the Worst of News

Sunday Song: Niobeth

Still reading, I’m afraid. I’ve got something full o’ substance planned, and if all goes well, I’ll be able to write it up tomorrow. It has got Ed Yong in it. I cannot begin to tell you how pleased I am about that.

In the meantime, since many of you seem to be enjoying songs, I figured I’d share one of my favorite finds.

This may be one of my favorite things ever. I love the song itself, I love the video, I love the feeling it leaves me with. I think I want to spend the rest of my life with it, although it’s probably too early to make that kind of commitment.

What say you all?

Sunday Song: Niobeth

Saturday Song: Hayley Westenra

If I don’t get some reading done soon, there won’t be any Los Links. So I’m going to throw a song at you and run. I found this whilst spelunking YouTube for new-to-me music, and it surprised me. I’d somehow assumed from something else I’d stumbled across that her music was kind of light and pop, but no – we’ve got this gorgeous, dark, classically-influenced delight:

Right. This is your cue to talk about the music you love.

Saturday Song: Hayley Westenra

Educating a Professor

Science is complicated. Experts in one field may have only passing acquaintance with another, and can get things rather wrong when they step outside their comfort zone. Case in point:

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Now, mind you, this wouldn’t be much of an issue – yes, a professor shouldn’t be spreading misinformation, but we all get things wrong sometimes. But this gentleman, when advised that it’s heat from the mantle that drives plate tectonics, and that said heat is the result of radioactive decay, did not say, “Whoops, my bad.” He doubled down and claimed that the Moon’s gravitational pull is still the main driving force. Considering how minuscule that tug is, there’s no way it could generate so much heat. Yet this educator seems to think the Moon is Jupiter, we’re Io, and about a dozen professional geologists taking him to school on Twitter are wrong.

Perhaps the BBC can educate him.

And then…

And there you have it.

Now that we’ve had our class with yummy Scottish accents and sweeping visuals, I believe we should indulge in a sing-song.

 

Educating a Professor

The Truth About Guys and Gals

Last night was completely fucked up in all the best ways. Well, most of them. And it’s led to semi-deep thoughts.

Mind you, I hadn’t had enough sleep. I’d had a shitty day at work, following the shittiest four-day weekend I’ve had in forever, and just that afternoon our call center director had asked me how things were, which led to me saying “not good” and then doing too much sniveling on the way home from lunch to feel capable of stopping by the gas station for a lighter. So this is the context.

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Accretionary Wedge #40: Hey, Pumpkin, You Rock!

Okay, yes, lame-ass post title. It’s all a cunning plan to get you to click away from here and go savor the spicy pumpkin goodness of the 40th Accretionary Wedge, in which geo-lanterns are on delightful display.

See? We still do geology round here occasionally! More to come, I promise!

Accretionary Wedge #40: Hey, Pumpkin, You Rock!