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[links] Link salad is with the high command

Alma Alexander announces the publication of the anthology River — In which I have a story, a brief post-apocalyptic piece set in the Columbia gorge.

Mountain Shadows

Police Actions and Media Coverage of Occupy Wall Street

Occupy Wall Street: Outing the Ringers

The Rage Of A Privileged Class — Ta-Nehisi Coates on the politics of NYPD. [info]pnh with more on this at Making Light.

Oh How They Loved Sarah Palin — A little restrospecitve on the Right Wing commentariat’s love feast for the First Grifter.

Paul Ryan, Defender Of The Safety NetThe GOP thinks that conservatives are eager to develop a self-image of themselves as the real friends of the poor. From the part whose candidates consistently call the poor lazy leeches and undercut every effort to help them. Hypocrisy much, Rep. Ryan? Slackivist with more on this, in detail.

?otD: Can you hear me running??

Writing time yesterday: 0.0 hours (chemo fatigue)
Body movement: none (on the chemo pump)
Hours slept: 11.25 hours (solid overnigt plus napping)
Weight: 221.0
Currently (re)reading: Moving Pictures by Terry Pratchett

[links] Link salad is muzzy

Weriters’ Bloc: Places Where Writers and Artists Have Lived Together

Large and Dangerous Volcano Awakes in Iceland

Faster-than-Light Neutrino Puzzle Claimed Solved by Special RelativityThe relativistic motion of clocks on board GPS satellites exactly accounts for the superluminal effect, says physicist.

New Time-Lapse Video Shows NYC in All Its Beauty and Glory — I am alas quite immune to New York’s charms, but for those you who are not, here’s something to look at.

‘Occupy the Tundra’: One woman’s lonely vigil in bush Alaska

‘Occupy’ protests at financial crisis go worldwide

?otD: Sleep much?

Writing time yesterday: 0.0 hours (chemo)
Body movement: 0.0 hours (chemo)
Hours slept: 9.5 hours (fitful)
Weight: Did not weight (chemo)
Currently reading: The Star Fraction by Ken MacLeod

[personal] A dinner in New York City

A rather nice dinner in New York City last night, at Tarffalli y Vino just off Union Square. That’s an elegant little wine bar with a nice Italian menu. and organized it for me, though was only to make it by for dessert. We had a nice turn out, including , , KA, , (without , unfortunately), , , NF from the Day Jobbe, , , , and the sadly tardy .


I’d ordered some appetizers in advance, including a nice duck confit, a terrific fried chevre, and cheese plates consisting of Sottocenere al Tartuffo, Epoisses, Garroxta, a chevre whose name escapes me now, and Blacksticks, a Lancashire blue with a strong resemblance to Shropshire.

Dinner was very nouveau, with elegantly modest portions, but quite tasty. Some wine flowed — I had a pinot grigio, while had something Basque she’d never tried before. Conversation flowed around the table quite nicely. I felt very welcomed in New York by old friends and new.

Thank you everyone who made it out for this.

[travel|tech] Up in the air, Junior Birdman

Blogging from 37,000 feet here. I’m on a JFK-SFO flight, and it turns out to be one of those airplanes they’ve got WiFi configured aboard. I caviled about signing up for it (I like to think of airplanes as Quiet Places), then realized I never take this flight, so I may as well try this for the hell of it. So, erm, hello from the skies of Colorado.

[travel] Heading west

Out of here shortly, to leave New York and head home. Will blog later about last night’s excellent dinner. Link salad later, too, time and bandwidth permitting. For now, just trying to roll it up and get moving. Y’all play nice.

[personal] No link salad

Due to all the travel crazies and related sleep oddities, I’ve run out of time for link salad this morning. See some, all or none of you at the dinner here in New York this evening.

[travel] New York, New York

What a day. Flight from Portland to Dallas was simple enough, with a first class upgrade to ease my tired body and mind from jet lag. I also had grabbed a first class seat to New York, but when I arrived in Dallas, I found my flight had been cancelled.

Several phone calls and a failed attempt to standby later, and I was on a flight about four hours behind my original schedule, which was to be here in time for dinner. Problem is, the seat I got assigned was the one by the lavs in the very back, for which I had lost a first class seat, and had no shot at my usual exit row. Meanwhile, emails to my colleague already in Manhattan and to my department admin generate several calls to the hotel to confirm my late arrival.

Then when it’s time to board that flight, we’re told we’re on a ground hold from air traffic control in New York. Because it’s a ground hold, they board us anyway, then go hot rodding around the DFW taxiways for 20 minutes or so before grinding to a halt and waiting for the queue to free up. We’d been advised 40-70 minutes, but they made out a little under 40. More emails ensue concerning later arrival, more phone calls made on my behalf.

Sitting next to a flight attendant on the plane deadheading back from my same cancelled flight, she tells me it was cancelled due to traffic issues in New York. The dead hand of the City has already reached out to freeze my soul, I realize.

We finally get to LGA about an hour behind this flight’s schedule, which puts me five hours behind my original schedule. All the airport concessions are closed due to the late hour, so I can’t even grab a sandwich. Downstairs in baggage, the English skills of the American Airlines baggage agent are so poor that she can’t understand what I’m trying to ask about my luggage arriving on an earlier flight. (Think about that, putting someone in that job who can’t understand that kind of question.) She kept pointing to a row of suitcases where my luggage wasn’t, then told me to wait for this flight’s luggage to appear.

It finally does, not on the carousel marked for it. I walk over there, and presto, another row of old luggage, including mine, which has been waiting for me the whole time I’ve been following the baggage agent’s instructions to wait for the luggage from my late flight.

I go out to the taxi stand, which was designed by an optimist who thought perhaps two people would need a taxi from La Guardia at any time. Forty people in line, forty cabs waiting for them, and it still takes fifteen minutes to get a cab because they can’t get in to the freaking stand to pick up passengers. Driver doesn’t know where my hotel is, I call for information. Hotel welcomes me to New York, tells me to come on over. Off we go into the madness that is the FDR.

On arriving at the hotel, I am told very apologetically that they have no room for me. They are oversold, and had not been notified of my late arrival. To my certain knowledge, they’d been notified at least five times, starting around noon, but none of the phone calls which ended with “no problem” included anyone making a note in my reservation.

I have a fit. (This is rare for me, I am generally very nice to people in the service industry, who are almost never at fault for whatever idiocy is in play, and even if they are, having a fit doesn’t help much.) I apologize for my fit. I am given a top floor suite at another hotel four blocks away at a “very discounted rate.” I am given $10 for cab fare. I am given a cab.

Mirable dictu, the new place has a room for me. It is a suite on the 36th floor. Once I get in, I discover the bathroom door is locked and will not unlock, necessitating a call to Engineering. I discover there is no wireless, so I can’t sprawl in bed with my laptop, but at least the Ethernet works. I discover room service will send up goat cheese ravioli and an apple-pear-avocado salad with blue cheese.

Basically, a one-day trip to New York has turned into far more hassle than a full ten days of roaming around the breadth of China. On the other hand, I have goat cheese ravioli in a very tall suite. And I have been reading this book on the Beguin heresy in fourteenth century Languedoc, because sometimes one ought to read way outside one’s habitual zone.

[travel] Ah, the romance

My new flight, the one I rolled onto from the earlier cancellation, is now on a seventy minute ground hold. This puts my arrival in NYC about 5.5 hours behind the original schedule, assuming nothing further goes awry.

[travel] Stuck in DFW for a while

My connecting New York flight was cancelled. I’m here for about four unplanned hours, but will make it to NYC tonight. This doesn’t affect tomorrow’s Day Jobbe activity or dinner plans, it just makes me grumpy.

Ah, travel: the romance, the luxury.

[travel] Off to New York tomorrow

Out of here in the morning, bound for New York City. (“New York City? Get a rope!”) Yes, that’s a span of twelve time zones in three days. See some, all or none of you there for dinner Wednesday evening.

[repost|personal] An open dinner in New York City, 4/22

I’ll be having another open dinner, this time in New York City on Wednesday, 4/22. Mary Robinette Kowal is coordinating, due to me being in China most of the time between now and then. We’ll be meeting at 7 pm at Tarallucci e Vino. Please RSVP here or to Mary Robinette directly so we can get a rough headcount, and she can coordinate directions etc.

As usual with these dinners when I’m on the road, all are welcome. Old friend, fellow author, new reader; come on down.

[links] Link salad prepares to head into the Orient

An open dinner in NYC, 4/22

reviews “Rolling Steel” by me and

The Hidden Spring and the Abandoned Hog Farm looks back in time.

Yuri’s Night 2009

Quantum setback for warp drivesInclude quantum mechanics in the calculations and faster-than-light drives become unstable Darn. There goes my Saturday night…

Shrinking airlines park more planes in the desert — (Thanks to .)

WaPo on health care reform

Deadly rampages wrack the nationWall Street Journal on the recent spate of shootings. NRA was “unavailable for comment.” Is it possible they’ve finally developed a sense of shame? No, wait, they’re conservatives, they can’t be wrong.

?otD: Where does China shop for bulls?

Body movement: 30 minute stationary bike ride
This morning’s weigh-in: 219.8
Currently reading: The Confidence-Man: His Masquerade by Herman Melville; Making Money by Terry Pratchett