… but it’s been me and Paranà Coffee all along. Proof beyond the jump.
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Despite appearances from this blog, I’m not over in Rome by myself; I’m with a group of students on my university’s ASA Italy program. I won’t usually be blogging about them, because they or their lawyers might not like it. But one of them said something at lunch the other day that was too awesome not to launch into the blogosphere, even if someone’s said it before. (I didn’t google it, because sometimes information just gets in the way of truth.) “Sometimes,” she said ruefully, “I feel like I’m getting shanked by education.” The phrase was immediately acclaimed universally awesome, and we decided the university’s logo should be a sharpened toothbrush, with a slogan along the lines of “Get shanked by education!” The rest is pix. Continue reading The Sting of Truth (or, Shanks for All the Fish) It struck me yesterday that I’ve been in Rome for a week without posting anything. A lot of bloggable things have been seen and done, but most will be lost to history, I’m afraid. These things are guaranteed thinglike, or your money back, provided you paid none. I shed no tears for Osama bin Laden. If this gives the US government a reason to get out of Afghanistan (where no one wants us and where we don’t want to be) and Iraq (where major combat operations ended eight years ago, remember?), then maybe that vile bloodstained scumbag will not have died in vain. Otherwise, I’m not sure it means much: just one more severed head on a trophy wall already crammed with such. We’ve been fighting this monster a long time. What has it made of us? This weekend I fled the Great Black Swamp and visited the Old Country to celebrate Easter and my Dad’s 85th birthday. Apologies to my Minnesota friends: we flew in on Saturday night and out on Monday morning and there wasn’t much chance to see anyone. I provide historic evidence of this historic trip beyond the historic jump. 1. I released my dirty white canvas sneakers out from their winter storage facility (i.e. I excavated them out from under a pile of Walter Scott novels that had collapsed in a bookalanche) and wore them into work today. So it’s totally and unashamedly and legally spring. Skeptics will require proof of these assertions, as well they might. The thing I couldn’t talk about here is this thing here. I’ve signed with Lou Anders at Pyr to do three more Morlock books. The contracts were dated March 25–Fall of Sauron Day! Coincidence, or destiny? This will actually be a trilogy, not three standalone books. Each book will have its own story (because I believe in plot resolution) but each book will depend on its predecessor(s) more than the three books of Morlock in exile did. It’s not a prequel trilogy, though. It’s an origin story. The trilogy as a whole is titled Tournament of Shadows. The first book, which should be out next year, is called A Guile of Dragons. Which is about as much as I should say, since I’m not done with it yet, and talking about a story before it reaches a certain point always screws it up for me. et cetera et TSE cetera. … but does it mean what it says? On my way out of my late class tonight, I saw this sign. Although, like the universal world, I am on Twitter, I don’t usually post my tweets here. For one thing, some of them are parts of particular conversations that don’t make much sense without a context (e.g. “BUT YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME! #ihateyourguts”). Others are things I post here or on Facebook anyway. And I have my LiveJournal post automatically a message to Twitter when there’s an update–so if I automatically posted my tweets to LiveJournal, wouldn’t that be like crossing the streams, creating an information Narcisso-catastrophe that could destroy the internet? I’m not willing to take the risk. But one of these Twitteriffic memebursts broke out last Friday: Poetry Improved by Custard. Some of them made me laugh, and then I scribbled out a few that made me laugh, and I copy them here in the shy and tender hope that they might make you at least smile. Some of them are so obvious that they occurred to other people (e.g. the Ginsberg one) but a couple of these approached retweetability.
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