San Diego -- Week One:
San Diego -- Week One:
It's time to catch up.
1. An overdue thank you.
Somewhere there is a wonderful person that made my Clarion time possible by donating a scholarship. I don't know who you are yet, but I hope the good people in San Diego will tell me soon so I can write to you personally. Thank you so very much.
2. To my classmates.
You are all so wonderful. I can't get into our board at the moment, so this is me waving frantically while I slide off the shed roof** How are you all? Where are you all?
3. My long-overdue Clarion Blog starts now: (I'll insert link soon)
4. If I owe you an email (and holy wow, I owe a lot), look for it soon. If you don't get one, come here and kick me. Glancing at my inbox, it also looks like some messages I *thought* I'd sent, didn't get where they were headed. It's very late here and it's cold, so email is tomorrow morning's mission.
*With a few hours exception, my internet access has been non-existent since August. Just when I was about to get one thing fixed, another bloody thing broke.
** Um, the only way to connect to the network at the moment is to climb onto the shed roof and tilt an umbrella at my neighbour's house. Chilly, but the early 5th/Nov fireworks are terrific.
My computer died in a very dead way and there was much despair. Thankfully, I'd done a backup a few days before, and when Clarionite Shweta passed through
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Moving on:
Today, in a few minutes time, this year's IUCN Red List is officially released officially. The embargo actually lifted at 1 pm, so by the time I post this, I'll only be a few seconds early.
Top news: Western Lowland Gorillas have been raised to Critically Endangered.
I hope (and expect) the media to pick up on it.
Now, the Red List has its faults, but it’s decent way of highlighting species for conservation and research attention. I don't always agree with it, but it's better than nothing.
And most of the critically endangered species have us to thank. There's a thought for the day.
And now, lunch.
One flight later and I am on Long Island, NY.
Things to do next:
Step 1. Rest.
Step 2. Buy new external hard drive and emergency backup all data. Something has gone funky with my poor laptop.
Step 3. Flight #2. Back to London. Return to ZSL. Do a literature search on my next lot of species and commence classification.
Step 4. BLOG CLARION LIKE CRAZY.
step ??. profit!
While I am keeping a Clarion log, I'm carefully not posting it for the simple reason that LJ will suck me in and I'll post EVERY HOUR because EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE HERE IS SO SO AWESOME!!
Stay tuned for a massive posting frenzy in the last week of Clarion or so. :)
Airport-UCSD travel consisted of me pulling a map out of my bag, pointing at the small red circle and saying, "Get me there."
He did. I am at Clarion. And it is clearly all kinds of awesome.
So was Dr Who's latest episode "The Sound of Drums", but that's a different story.
Now I will shut up and go back to bed.
New York is warm, sultry and I do rather suspect that brain is melting out my ears and evaporating. It is 11pm (4am) and I am playing the jetlag defeating game "How Late Can I Remain Awake & Lucid?"
If I start making burbling noises, pleae do not be alarmed.
My cross-Atlantic journey proved boring and uneventful (ie. very pleasant; I do not want things getting exciting at 24,000ft) and I've spent the last two days teak-oiling my parents deck furniture, ripping up ivy, and making a list of everything I accidentally left in London. (One of the things I discovered that I didn't leave behind was sharp-edged and metal and in my hand luggage . . . and has been for at least three other transatlantic/transpacific flights. Consider me coloured a pale shade of concerned.)
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Have acquired copies of Baker's "Gods & Pawns", CJ Cherryh's "Collected Short Fiction" and Bear's "New Amsterdam", none of which I will have time to read before I set off at 7am tomorrow morning.
Have not acquired "Red Seas Under Red Skies" by Lynch (UK release 21 June). Am mildly peeved. May be good thing, however, as "Lies of Loch Lamora" rocked my socks off to such an extent that I may wear nothing but sandals for the rest of my life. If the sequel is as good, what will I do for footwear?
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. . . . right, time for sleep.
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And we're off!
Day & night temperatures (*C)
| Wednesday | 32 | 17 |
| Thursday | 33 | 17 |
| Friday | 33 | 17 |
| Saturday | 29 | 17 |
| Sunday | 31 | 17 |
17? At night? I am going to melt!
Repack time!
Isn't it good I quite like packing. :)
What you do is take the contents of your wardrobe and dump it on the bed. Then dump half of that on the floor. Push it around a little to make pretty coloured cloth-mountains.
The next step is to scratch your head and wonder about your taste in clothes. Also, why do you own five black t-shirts and exactly zero shorts or swim suits? Doesn't matter-- put it all in the bag.
First rule of packing: To save space, wear bulky things on the plane and your biggest pair of shoes.
Second rule of packing: if you forget anything, you can probably buy later.
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Updated:
Dear Customs People,
I am not a tea smuggler. I just happen to have six different types of leaf tea in my bag.
I promise that herbal leaf tea is not anything particularly illicit. Also, those 3 jars of marmite? Ignore those. They're not for me, k?
Love,
me
The reason for this is: a work deadline from hell. 8.30-7, seven days a week.
The reason for the deadline: um. . .yeah, about that.
I'm going to Clarion.
This Clarion.
I am an idiot
I finished the WORK THING yesterday afternoon; my first flight leaves in less than twelve hours.
I have the fretting, pacing, omgwhatamidoingohthehumanity! nerves like you wouldn't believe!
Packing starts now. So does the Official Clarion Log.
aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh
Roster
Analytical
Robust
Proposal
Train
The
Popcorn
Bumblebee
Distribution
Threatened
Marzipan
Prodigal
Of
Argentina
Binoculars
Russia
Character
Sentence
My name
This is possibly because I have had nothing to eat today besides massive amounts of sticky pink candy floss and toffee apples and tea.
Yes, today is the 671st annual Pinner Fair and the supermarket is closed.
British Wild Flowers In Their Natural Colours and Forms. Professor Henslow (1910) --> pretty flower book. ('cuz I really need more pretty flower books.)
The Eye of the Heron -- antho, ed. Virginia Kidd (1977) --> anthology by female SF writers, including Ursula Le Guin.
Four For Tomorrow -- antho, Roger Zelazny, (1973) --> four Zelazny shorts.
Merchanter's Luck -- C.J. Cherryh (1982) -- > early Alliance/Union universe novel.
That last one -- Merchanter's Luck -- is the one I'm most thrilled about. I remember reading it when I was 12-ish, loving it, then promptly losing it. Coming back to it after so long is like discovering an old friend. . . a vaguely cliché phrase that happens to be absolutely true.
My complete and irrational love of this little battered paperback is complete and irrational!
I'm only a little way into the 'The Eye of the Heron' anthology. Two word description: weirdly dated. The introduction muses, "Will the year 2000 free women to reclaim the earth and explore space? Or will it bind them more tightly in unending oppression by the unrighteous?"
Half a story in and I already want to slap the sissy, whining, conflicted, pseudo-future protagonist and tell her to stop pretending she's not a doormat when she obviously is.
The Family left not long ago, so I should have time to sample my new book-friends.
Yeah. So never upgrading to Vista. Partitioned harddrives, here I come.
I'm afraid I've had such a temper tantrum, that Spot is currently running Linux off a flashdrive. We may have a few teething problems along the way -- I've only just managed to work out the internet settings and I still find myself completely unable to access all my files on the main harddrive -- but I predict that Linux and I will get along well.
It lets me control my own machine and that is always a bonus.
Also: sooo shiny!
Heliotrope Magazine, Issue 2,
The new issue is out and beautiful and includes poetry by Sonya Taaffe, stunning illustrations by Liz Clarke and stories by Gerard Houarner, Vylar Kaftan and, um. . . me.
loooook! go, now!
Pretty thing for Tomorrow:
After 303 days and a rewrite request, Aeon SF Magazine decided to adopted Brighton Bay, or, to give the story its full title:
Brighton Bay: being an account of sorcery, kidnapping and blackmail conducted by a young lady of quality in the month of October at the Brighton Bay Hotel, 1910
It should be appearing this summer in issue 11. Many thanks to the various people -- they know who they are -- who critted early drafts!
I am wearing my happy hat. Which, incidentally, is blue.
Some times things go rotten. And some times things miraculously come together right before disaster.
Now, for various reasons, the Family has all arrived from New York/India.
It's been a good day so far.
Seven weeks in the field, and how many great crested newts did we find?
Two.
But I’ve taken plenty of photographs of toads. Toads, with their wonderful grumpy faces, make me happy.
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I have an octogenarian’s birthday party to prepare for: I’m bringing the pavlova meringues.
Tonight, the agenda includes egg whites and sugar and blenders and whisks and microwaves.
Microwaves -- at least my microwaves -- are particularly odd creatures. No matter how often they are cleaned, nor how infrequently they are use, one can always discover dried tomato soup residue on their glass. Tis a mystery why.
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One of my younger brother’s good friends from school, L, died unexpectedly this week. She was 19. A sweet kid. They think it was a heart aneurysm . . . .
Possibly the result of bulimia.
I looked at the Sunday Times “Style” magazine just now, at the dozen tiny, stick-doll women inside, draped in fashionable-whatever, and threw the damned thing in the recycling. Not that it matters now: it doesn't do anything for L.
Fuck the cult of thin.
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It's time to catch up on emails now, but afterwards, in honour of L, I am going to go out into the garden, rip up some rhubarb, and whip up a rhubarb and apple and custard thing.
I will then eat it. With lots of cream.
And a pavlova.

Still travelling for work at the moment and I have ½ an hour of internet a week at 7 quid a pop. (One more week. Then bye-bye motels and pot noodle! Free!)
So far this month, I've had two bits of wonderful news that combined together equal headache and catastrophe. Will there be a happy ending? A compromise? Will everyone end up running off to the Outer Hebrides to live in sheep sheds?
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Other thoughts:
GC-newt surveys are really nice when there is no rain and all the ditches dry up. Lovely. Sit by the bank and say, "Yep. No newts here" while getting paid for the pleasure.
SUZE: re: email sent a month ago and not seen until now.
I'm running out of internet time right now, so I can't reply directly. Hoping you see this. Are you joking? File downloaded and I am so all over the situation!
It should be appearing in the next issue later this month!
Is it unprofessional to "Squee!!" now?




