A relatively new science fiction podcast named "Retrieval Detachment" (part of the Radio Caravan podcast syndicate) features entertaining discussions of the concepts behind selected SF stories. This week they focus on my story "Observations from the City of Angels" and discuss the implications of full-sensory blogging:
Retrieval Detachment Episode 4 Subscribe to the podcast at the iTunes Music Store, or get the audio directly here.I found the discussion very interesting, and in fact it gave me some ideas for the additional stories I plan to write in that milieu.
"Observations from the City of Angels" will also appear in my chapbook, due next summer from Spilt Milk Press.
You are The Hierophant
Divine Wisdom. Manifestation. Explanation. Teaching.
All things relating to education, patience, help from superiors.The Hierophant is often considered to be a Guardian Angel.
The Hierophant's purpose is to bring the spiritual down to Earth. Where the High Priestess between her two pillars deals with realms beyond this Earth, the Hierophant (or High Priest) deals with worldly problems. He is well suited to do this because he strives to create harmony and peace in the midst of a crisis. The Hierophant's only problem is that he can be stubborn and hidebound. At his best, he is wise and soothing, at his worst, he is an unbending traditionalist.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
I know it's probably too much to ask, but would it kill them to give more than 45 minutes notice for an office pizza lunch? I mean, what if I have already have lunch plans?
I could drink 132.38 Starbucks Grande Caffe Lattes before croaking. How about you?
My subway reading the past couple of days has been the Bruce Sterling collection Globalhead. This morning I was sailing right throughuntil I decided to change things up and take a different route to work. When I hopped onto the 6 train downtown, I entered the flow of a voice that made continuing to read impossible.
The owner of the voice wore a strip of newspaper pinned in her hair. She sat looking at nothing and no one, and her first rant was about how Bush should be impeached. Fair enough. Her next rant was a long, vulgar, and virtuoso screed against Condi Rice, which I wish I could reproduce in full but which ended with the phrase "got-damn bitch-ass skank."
I sort of lost the thread when Bill Gates became her next targetdon't you know that AIDS isn't the problem, Microsoft is the problem?but it occurred to me to wonder if anyone had bothered to tell her that the Democrats won Congress last week.
A nibble comes in, one admiring but not entirely won over, and yet again you find yourself crafting a book proposal to suit a particular audience of one. You like this audience of one, and you take their comments seriously, but you resolve not to internalize those comments at the expense of your own vision for the book. It's hard work, especially with a novel on hold for a week or so, but at last you find a way back inside the material. What comes out is a blend of the new, the old, and the very old. The one temptation you can't resist is the temptation to throw a piece of it out there the moment it rolls off your virtual platen.
So that's one place you could say it all started, my first day as a missionary in Canada. But you could also rewind a couple of years if you wanted, to a lonely back road somewhere east of Victorville in the California desert, and say it all started there. That's where, late in 1984, my father sprang a terrifying question on me.
"Son," he asked that afternoon, "do you want to serve a mission?"
I was recently interviewed by Amy Brozio-Andrews for the Absolute Write newsletter. I learned today that the interview will run in the December 6th issue. I can't wait to be reminded what I said.
The most recent Absolute Write interivew is with, um, Richard Ford. But my interview was not conducted at the Four Seasons.