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As it turns out, there are a bunch of contemplative labyrinths in Santa Fe. I may have to check them out next time…there’s even one at the St. Francis Cathedral Basilica, which I missed somehow…

I hate alarm clocks. But I promise I would love this one. The voice is Stephen Fry, who did indeed provide the voice for the Guide in the 2005 Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

Dale put up some pictures of Sioux Falls. He forgot Zandbroz, though.

Survival of the Sickest: A Medical Maverick Discovers Why We Need Disease. Perused this the other day, but it looks like a library-checkout over a purchase. Basic premise: things that keep you alive (or, rather, kept your ancestors alive) in the short run can cause your system to overbalance itself in the long run. Ain’t

of the Last 25 Years, by Entertainment Weekly. May have to see Children of Men. Any word on how it was?

Just finished mapping out, via spreadsheet (as below) the info for Alien Blue. I hate editing, having to go through and say, “God I suck God I suck God I suck” for hours on end, and having to have the patience to not try to fix things as I come across them. The suckishness just

Ride a Space Cowboy. (You don’t usually see country western anime music videos. But this Cowboy Bebop mix is very nice.) And another one, this time not C/W, but with a fun song called “Stress,” by Jim Infantino/Jim’s Big Ego. (Other stuff by JBE I’ve found is also good. Hey, they even link to their

Justine Larbelestrer uses spreadsheets to coordinate her stories. Not index cards. And used Project to plot out her timelines. Boy, is my face all WELL DUH.

We awoke, swam, breakfasted (sort of), packed, argued…and shook the dust of the Best Western off our feet. From thence to the Santa Fe Children’s Museum. Not open yet. We drove around until we reached St. John’s College, which sported a trailhead in one of their parking lots. I forget what the name of the

Ray and I stopped downtown for lunch before braving the doc’s for her last chicken-pox shot yesterday and discovered a place called “The Original Soup Man“* was there…when it hadn’t been there before. Now, I like soup. I mean, a few days ago, I had to crow over the fact that I had completely surpassed