Hm… Lee reports that comments are saving, but no number is appearing for them. And I just though I wasn’t getting any… I don’t know how to fix it, but I’ll see what I can find out.

Must have said something amiss. From “Bob Marley” : [The following concludes an email of 250 words or so.] “For the most part, I’m usually against this sort of thing, going with a “well, whatever suits you” approach, but for some reason your utter crap has rubbed me the wrong way and I just had

Laywoman’s Physics. Here’s me rambling. Don’t expect a) math or b) accuracy. Just jazzing around. Question: If the second law of thermodynamics means that entropy (not chaos) will increase, balancing an ordered state against an entropic state, what is life? Growing a cell is not a purely ordered process. We can’t guarantee what we’re going

Quote: “The poor astronaut who falls into a black hole will still come to a sticky end; only if he lived in imaginary time would encounter no singularities.” Stephen Hawking I could use that for a quote at the beginning of the novel. Dude.

Effent. We got Ray a Halloween costume last night–an elephant. Adorable.

Heh. Ray’s watching Scooby-Doo. I walked into the kitchen and heard: “Jinkies!”

Aha. I realized that as complicated as the setup of the novel is, someone else has pulled something like it off before: The Neverending Story. The Empress is dying, and unless something is done, existence will stop. –That’s not the focus of the story, but I think it’ll help me feeling so lost when it

Jelly. You know what I want? Chokecherry jelly. Dark and tannic and sweet, like a wine that speaks of the open prairie, the hot sun, the shade of the elm trees under which the brambles grow, instead of some stupid vinyard in California.

I wonder what this portends. My horoscope for the week, via Rob Brezney in the Indy: Taurus: During my recent visit to the Burning Man festival, I faced a dicey dilemma: what to do with my eyes as I talked with the many women who wore no clothes above the waist? At first I steadfastly

Love. Today is our five-year anniversary. Pretty amazing. Of course, we joked: “What’s five years?” “Wood.” “Heh. I got your wood.” “I would if I could.” “I wonder why we don’t get enough wood.” We both looked at Ray. She grinned.