…Our minds are one… I feel what you feel… I… OUCH! STOP THAT!
No, what I really mean to say is that John De Nardo invited me to cast my 2 cents into this week’s Mind Meld feature, on underrated fantasy series. So. Um. I did. (Note the finely honed skills of a professional writer!)
This is only a test. Had this been a real Engency, you would have been instructed to turn to a local werewolf for further information or instructions. This concludes this test of the Engency Broadcast System.
Ante mare et terras et quod tegit omnia caelum
unus erat toto naturae vultus in orbe,
quem dixere chaos.
Despite the wilderness my LiveJournal has become, I do still exist, at least as much as I ever did, but I’ve been busy hammering out the final version of The Wolf Age (the third Morlock book, due out in October 2010). Now that the book is in (on the Ides of March, no less), other more dayworky issues loom… but I’m reluctantto let this journal lapse entirely.
Anyway, happy equinox to my flist. Here’s hoping spring springs on you gently, with its claws sheathed.
Iam ver egelidos refert tepores,
iam caeli furor aequinoctialis
iucundis Zephyri silescit auris.–Catullus 46
Now spring brings back unchilly warms.
Now raging equinoctal storms
are quelled by Zephyr’s smiling breeze.
I’m not a big Malcolm Gladwell fan, but maybe he was on to something.
I haven’t been a very reliable LiveJournalist lately: sorry about that. When I have words to deploy they have to go to Morlock and the werewolves. For an end of year summary, I’ll call on Ms. Quatro to rise and give us the gist, as it were.
Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it; happy Friday to all.
For some reason, the first song here (“Swinging London” by the Pretenders) represents the Saturnalia to me. I was at first dismayed that this was the only video of it on YouTube, then strangely pleased. Somehow, this reflects the true spirit of the Saturnalia in the Great Black Swamp. I especially liked the action shots where the guy holding the camera zooms in tight on the vinyl or swirls the lens around with the rotation of the EP (presumably so we can read the label, although I can’t). “Io, Saturnalia!” to those who celebrate, and “Io, Saturday!” to everyone.
Seen at rimrunner, a pretty good seasonal video: the Silent Monks sing Handel’s “Hallelujah” chorus.
On the dubious premise that Everything is Better with Latin!™…
| Dreidel Song | Cantus Turbinis |
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I have a little dreidel,
I made it out of clay, and when it’s dry and ready then dreidel I shall play! Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, It has a lovely body Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, |
Est mihi turbo parvus
argilla feci, em! Cum siccus est paratus tunc ludam turbinem! o turbo, turbo, turbo! Amoenum habet corpus, o turbo, turbo, turbo! |
