Inhuman Swill : Page 64
Why is my blog called Inhuman Swill? Because you can unscramble the pieces to make William Shunn.

Reflections on spam

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Can you imagine how difficult it would be to do anything with an anaconda in your pants?

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The polite lie

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I'm sorry, but no, I don't respect everyone's views and opinions.

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December's CD mix of the month

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The CD Mix of the Month Club went bowling in Brooklyn for their December mixer, the lucky bastards. My contribution-in-absentia was We Are, and I surely wish we were.

(The story so far.)

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A colleague here in Chicago reports that she called a local supermarket chain with a kosher bakery to find out about ordering cupcakes for her son's preschool. They did have kosher cupcakes, but unfortunately only with Christmas decorations.

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I am told there are two seasons in Chicago—winter and construction. Well, construction season is over.

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Tastee Surffenturff?

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Tastee Freez window menu
Laura took this photo of the front window of the Tastee Freez around the corner:

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Locus of power

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It was as straightforward as I had hoped to find the November Locus in Manhattan. I simply walked up to the usual place on the newsstand at the Union Square Barnes & Noble and picked up a copy. I'm trying not to be frustrated that I don't yet have the ability to pull off similar feats in the city of Chicago. But it will come.

Anyway, I was finally able to read the Nick Gevers review of my chapbook, which leads off his short fiction column. It says, in part:

William Shunn is one of those SF writers who, because they specialize in short fiction, are not given quite the recognition they deserve—no novels, no mass-market publication, so only the plaudits of the cognoscenti of the short form. Yet Shunn is a fine writer; ingenious, stylish, closely in touch with current global trends and expert in producing thought-provoking near-future SF, and at last he has a collection to show off that keen ability, even if it is only of chapbook length. [It] contains six stories, including two impressive original novelettes.

"Objective Impermeability in a Closed System" is an intense evocation of the ethical and emotional dilemmas of a scientist of whom idealism is expected but for whom compromise is easier.... A temporal paradox exists; AIs and a time machine become involved; but rather than the conventional circular narrative this implies, Shunn opts for an unusual, psychologically resonant conclusion, and a subtle questioning of the essentials of cause and effect. The implications run quite deep.

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Travel poker

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Getting to O'Hare Airport on Saturday morning should have been simple and relatively quick. (Since this is Chicago we're talking about, that's heavy on the "relatively.") We allowed ourselves a bit of wiggle room, even, and hauling our suitcases over to the Blue Line station to board the train.

The train, of course, took forever to appear. Once we had boarded, we putted along at an infuriating pace. Then suddenly the conductor was on the PA system telling us that due to track work our train would stop at Jefferson Park, we would transfer to a shuttle bus, and we would board another train at Harlem making all stops to O'Hare.

I don't want to bore you with the details of watching the time tick past even as the train crawled at far less than the mandated 15 mph through the final stretch to O'Hare. Suffice it to say that once we finally alighted at the airport, a series of miracles occurred.

First, having checked in from home and printed boarding passes already, we went directly to our security gate and passed through unbelievably quickly. The TSA dude checking IDs told us it was the only slow period so far that day.

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Spam span span span

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One day last week I cleared out my spam filter at exactly noon and checked it again at noon the next day. I wanted to see how much spam I would receive in a 24-hour span.

890 emails. O why do the spam gods not turn their bountiful gazes elsewhere?

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November's CD mix of the month

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My contribution-in-absentia to the November CD Mix of the Month Club was Good Head.

(The story so far.)

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The Accidental Terrorist 30th Anniversary Sale

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