Tell us about when you get all steamed up.
Are shortness and stoutness independent properties?
My handle and my spout are one in number,
Are you a Klein teapot?
Doctor, when I urinate, I get a burning sensation in my telos.
I was thinking that the arete of a handle and of a spout are clearly different.
Hey, ben and oud are both here, so I can brag on my daughter:
We were out at dinner tonight (Indian - all Iris wanted to know was whether she could have tamarind chutney, which she's loved since she was two; she once asked the server in an Italian restaurant whether they had any) and got home late. Iris, typically, said after the lights were out, "It's too late for a god and goddess story, isn't it. You know, I don't sleep as well when I don't get a god and goddess story." "Are you trying to manipulate me?" "No, I'm just telling you what happens." "...OK, pick a short one."
She chose Hephaistos, specifically the version on the cards that were kindly given her. She sort of beams when it gets to the part where Thetis saves him; I think that, deep down, Thetis is her very favorite goddess.
Oh and, for the record, Iris does perform the teapot dance for us. If ben had asked, I could have provided a little video accompaniment to this post.
|>My friend with the questionable relationship to alcohol has just accused me of driving her to drink. Life sucks. ||
P.S. I am totally Becks-style and listening to a conversation about determinism and freedom (spelt the first time: greedmo).
12 cross-posted with 11---sorry Di.
13: hell, I'm Becks style too. Fuck.
15: Way to mock my barrenness heebs.
Sadly, I'm not Becks-style, because I just had to do some work since the events described in 9. Although I did enjoy a nice bourbon while doing so.
Hey, music question on behalf of AB:
About 10 years ago, AB heard a piece on NPR about a female harpist whose music might be described as "rock n roll harp."
This was not Ms. Newsom. AB has no idea who this was, and has never managed to figure out. Any ideas, peoples of Unfogged?
OK, now to actually go spend a few minutes with AB before bedtime. G'night.
PS - That sucks, Di. Sometimes I think I/we don't have enough friends. Other times I think, thank god we have just the few, sane friends we have.
9: Thetis is excellent. JRoth, you should really read the one review for this book.
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Holy shit, I looked at the Times before shutting down. Nikkei is down 4.7%, HangSeng 6.3%. Ack.
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21: So great. Homer has never once gotten me laid.
9 out of 11 people thought that review was helpful, IYKWTM.
Homer has never once gotten me laid.
With all due respect to the man, you might want to go with someone who isn't blindman for your wingman next time.
26: Gov. Paterson has been the Goose to my Maverick on many successful outings.
26: wrong Homer. JRoth has this Simpsons cut-out he brings around?
People write some odd reviews of classics.
"There Classic's for a reason" indeed.
I am Becks-style, and I left a party for one of my dearest friends because one of his friends who showed up was one whose girlfriend I seduced very briefly in a bar a few years ago, which he (the boyfriend) thought was unutterably cool of me, but about which I have endured much shame and should-I-drink-less-ism in the intervening years. Sigh.
I apparently bragged about having drunk a bottle of wine all by my own self in the wrong thread.
Yeah, I'm only 2/3 of the way through this bottle right now. You win! So far.
22: Jammies is drinking for 3; cut him some slack
I am fully to blame for each and every instance of Becks-stylism. Sorry drinkers!
It would probably be very wrong to cope with the emotional angst of an alcoholic friend by finishing off that bottle of wine downstairs...
36 only if the alcoholic friend is there. Otherwise I think it's expected.
Well I'm eating some really fucking good lamb palak and naan all by my own self. Is that praiseworthy?
the emotional angst of an alcoholic friend by finishing off that bottle of wine downstairs
It protects against the (perhaps unlikely) circumstance that they find it and finish it off themselves!
38: No. It's mean to tell us that and not offer me some.
41: I still have a few hunks of lamb and 3/4 of a piece of naan left. You are totally welcome to it of you can make it to 9th and Irving before this place closes.
I feel sort of guilty because it's a really nice bottle of wine and I should save it until I will appreciate it more.
You know what fucking sucked? This week fucking sucked. (Minus fun birthday stuff on Monday.)
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42: Yum. When does it close? I can be there in, um, like an hour and change?
44: And people are eating lamb and naan without you, too.
But it's the weekend? Yay?
(Not Becks-style, it's been a fairly long week and I've got to get some homework done tomorrow before class at 1 pm)
(But oh man, tomorrow night. The Drinking. It'll happen.)
There's some Italian place near 9th and Irving, I can't remember what it was called - and I'm sure there's more than one Italian place near there - that I really liked, but it was the kind of place where I wondered if I just liked it or if it was generally thought to be really good.
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I have a disgustingly scary looking worm type thing crawling around on my carpet. I don't want to touch it (for some reason, spiders don't scare me in the least but naked bugs leave me shuddering and scared), and all my cat is doing is watching it. Every time it touches her or she touches it, she recoils and then licks her paw where it touched. What the fuck are pets for if not to kill the creepy crawlies?
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49: Why not touch it with a shoe, forcefully, instead of actually touching it?
Yes, yes, be all logical. I just want it gone without dealing with it. I'll muster my courage up and scoop it up in the trash can shortly.
And people are eating lamb and naan without you, too.
I'm okay with no lamb, but I'd prefer it if people signed a naan-disclosure agreement with me: Don't disclose you're eating naan, because then I want some naan. This is certainly an unreasonable preference on my part, but there is.
Ooo! We did eat Indian tonight though!
Lamb rogan josh with garlic naan. Mmmm.
I drunkenly bought two books from a Connecticut bookstore online a few minutes ago. A total expenditure of $21.75. Thank you parsimon for encouraging this behavior.
53: That's how I feel about naan as well. I'm craving it desperately even though I'm completely full.
Don't disclose you're eating naan
This only happens during NaaNoBlogNo.
Dammit, now I'm craving naan too. Fuck you all. I mean that in the nicest possible way. (I'm also having this weirdly specific desire for food from a specific Indian place on the other side of the country.)
but there is s/b but there it is, in case that wasn't clear. I cop to approaching Becks-stylishness.
Yep, essear, know how you feel. I'm craving Indian food from a restaurant approximately 6,000 miles away.
Thankfully at least I have a disgusting creepy crawlie to distract me from wanting food.
I'll offer the same deal as Otto. The leftovers are with us at Michigan and Delaware. Getting here before bedtime = free naan & lamb rogan josh.
Just lemme know beforehand so I can turn the oven on.
a specific Indian place on the other side of the country
Ah, the elusive non-naan-starter. It's a fucker of fix to be in.
55: Bastards, the lot of them. PoMo even more so, though, because we're in the same metropolitan area and he could totally have invited me.
My department's visiting speaker is Becks-stylinger-than-me. Time for bed, so I can meet him (NOT beet him) tomorrow morning for fat and starch consumption. The dog from the house next to the park in which I am stealing wireless connectivity is barking at me. Keep on eating naan (but not lamb), keep on crushing worms (if you must), and keep on seducing friends' friends' girlfriends, even if very briefly, in bars.
Ah, sorry, I polished it off and went back home (not that I think Parenthetical was being serious, but I don't know her persona well enough to judge, so just gotta be careful, you know? I mean, you don't want to be an, um, Indian giver*, when it comes to an offer of naan).
Anyway, now I'm back home and the roommate and the roommate emeritus are playing video games and yelling at each other. And now I have to re-jigger these slides a bit so that they can be more easily presented in poster form to the prospective students tomorrow morning.
*Yeah, I know it's tres non-PC but I couldn't resist the pun.
I'm also deeply confused about a problem which is sort of in the vein of variational calculus but not in a way that I see how to solve, and the wine isn't helping. Clearly I should find a friend's friend's girlfriend to seduce instead. Except for being Becks-style in a place where going anywhere interesting requires driving.
I mean, you don't want to be an, um, Indian giver*, when it comes to an offer of naan
Wow that's awful and kind of hilarious.
65: The injury is further exacerbated, because I could be in Chicago right now with the rest of my family for the purposes of a grandfather's 75th birthday shindig tomorrow evening, but I have a contract gig playing a fucking date auction in Alexandria, scheduled six months ago. Gah!
67: I was mostly non-serious but I appreciate the concern over being an, ahem, Indian-giver. I'll let you know next time if I'm actually going to show up and demand naan and lamb!
Also, in case you were all concerned, the worm-thingy (I suspect it's a larval something, since it most resembles the meal worms I had to feed my tortoise) has been safely removed to the out doors, after being only slightly chewed upon by the cat.
There's some Italian place near 9th and Irving, I can't remember what it was called
Pasta Pomodoro? There's also at least 4 pizzerias within 2 blocks there, but I can't think of any pasta and sauce-type places besides PP. I thought PP was pretty good the one time I went there, though ultimately unremarkable. But no foodie, I.
I was thinking that the arete of a handle and of a spout are clearly different.
That is support for my assertion.
I see everyone has moved on to other things, so I'll just say that if the Necks came to your town and you didn't go see them, you missed out big.
I think it was someone's name. Pasta Pomodoro is sort of a chain, isn't it? I vaguely remember eating at some place of that name on Telegraph a few years ago. Seemed generic.
I can probably answer this question with streetview.
Is there any rogan josh that isn't lamb (or goat)?
The Necks came to my town. I didn't see them. According to Ben, I missed out big.
Fuck.
yes, but lamb is canonical (sometimes mutton)
this talk of naan is reminding me of a tandoori place almost exactly 100 miles north of san fran. oddly enough.
which is pretty random, 'cause there is great naan 4 miles from here.
65: Consider yourself welcomed to all future Indian dinners that I might have.
70: You too, Stanley.
75: I don't know. But the distinction between lamb and goat would be sufficient cause for listing the type of meat used in the rogan josh dish, wouldn't it?
I think I am taking myself out for Indian tomorrow night. As a result of this thread.
74: I think it was someone's name.
Milano? Pasquale's? Villa Romana? I know you don't mean Cybelle's, because that stuff is nasty.
Those and Pomodoro (which is a chain) are the only Italian-ish places in the neighborhood right now, and the only ones that I remember ever being here. But I've only been in this neighborhood since '04, so if this was awhile ago, it may have been before my time.
I may also book a massage, but that's just because I am feeling sorry for myself.
But the distinction between lamb and goat would be sufficient cause for listing the type of meat used in the rogan josh dish, wouldn't it?
Lamb and goat are pretty similar.
Lamb and goat are pretty similar.
As are beef and veal. And yet...
but goat is unusual done that way.
granted, not as unusual as veggie versions or whatever.
86: You should definitely do that. You deserve it no matter what happened tonight.
87: Ah, you found the answer yourself while I was typing. Yes, Pasquale's is good. Or I can at least vouch for their black olive and pepperoni pizza is good, as that's the main thing I ordered from there during the 1.5 years I lived a half block away from there.
91: See? That's why I plan to marry you, prenup or no.
88: Ben? Is that you? Are you feeling alright?
Hey, speaking of taking oneself out: any dining recommendations relatively near the Westin Hotel in Alexandria, VA? I've got time to kill between 6pm set up and 10pm showtime, so I can Metro if necessary.
Everyone deserves an excellent curry. Curries all round, I say. Sounds like Di is especially deserving today.
93: See, once we're married, you won't have to book them. I'm a partially trained masseuse!
(Aka, not good enough to have real paying clients but not bad in a pinch!)
I didn't eat dinner today. Instead, I ate incredibly poorly: pizza for lunch; some ice cream because I was self-pitying and headachy and tense; wine and cheese after a talk; a vegan donut (suprisingly good, considering) at the Necks concert; and now gin.
if the Necks came to your town and you didn't go see them, you missed out big.
So you decided against the party that you might actually want to go to?
not bad in a pinch
This is your technique?
Aww, it sounds like ben needs to book himself a massage too.
100: Nooooooooo. Pinching is not good technique.
88: Ben? Is that you? Are you feeling alright?
You have to admit, lamb and goat are much more like each other than either are like a piece of feldspar.
So we've got an evening of curry, a massage, and gin. It sounds pretty colonial, but I think my guilt will be fully suppressed about halfway through the dinner.
(Aka, not good enough to have real paying clients but not bad in a pinch!)
And you live about an hour away, you say?
So you decided against the party that you might actually want to go to?
Yes. I don't regret it, except I sort of do. On the other hand, there will be another party in about a week and a half with better food (albeit less booze) to welcome the admitted students. The really bad part is that part of the party was a white elephant gift exchange thing and I had this awesome stuffed thingy, some kind of legged sea-creature looking thing, and a self-published book by a crank that I saved from three years ago that I intended to give, but couldn't, since I wasn't there. (I gave them to someone else who didn't have a gift to be his to give.) The concert was fabulous, though, like really amazingly great.
98: And in a few hours you're going to start writing something in the hopes of proving that you're not inferior to those you despise?
but not bad in a pinch!
As long as you don't actually pinch. Um, I'm a Pisces, sort of a slob, occasionally uncommunicative but with deep and sincere emotions. One extremely charming child. Somewhat insane family. I'm serious about waiving the prenup. In exchange for deep tissue work.
I have a feeling that 106 contains an allusion or quotation that I don't recognize, and the truth is that in a few hours I'll be in bet, but otherwise, yes, probably.
a self-published book by a crank
I love those.
In bed. Potent stuff, this gin.
a self-published book by a crank
as opposed to self-published books not by cranks? rare birds, those.
oh dear, it's worse than we thought, ben has started drinking in bed.
as opposed to self-published books not by cranks?
Hey, didn't Emerson self-publish a book?
In bed. Potent stuff, this gin.
Truly potent gin should get you in bed much quicker than a few hours.
I'm serious about waiving the prenup. In exchange for deep tissue work.
Excellent. I do enjoy giving massages. I'm a Libra. Not a slob. I have a lovely family but I do have three dads so be prepared for some craziness. And most of my best friends are Pisces! (Um, not that I actually put much stock in astrology). See, told you we were perfect.
And you live about an hour away, you say?
I was calculating in some speeding - Indian food is better warm.
Melville paid to publish Clarel.
Do you want a religious ceremony?
Getrude Stein paid to publish Three Lives. Thackeray paid to publish Vanity Fair. Defoe paid to publish Moll Flanders.
And most of my best friends are Pisces!
Just like me! Though I fear that you seem not to be as excited at the prospect of giving massages as you do at that of eating Indian food.
Though I fear that you seem not to be as excited at the prospect of giving massages as you do at that of eating Indian food.
Clearly, Ben won't appreciate you the way I would.
discounting the possibility that any of those mentioned meet the crank classification, ben, are you suggesting the odds are good for a random self-published work? My money's on the goods being odd, rather. Or rather odd. Take your pick.
Do you want a religious ceremony?
I'm not particularly religious, but I can go with the flow.
Though I fear that you seem not to be as excited at the prospect of giving massages as you do at that of eating Indian food.
Well, dear ben, I did not think it seemly to be faux-hitting on multiple people in the thread. I actually probably rank the giving of massages somewhat above the eating of Indian food on my list of life's pleasures.
giving massages while eating Indian food though? not such a great idea.
OK, time for me to get in on the bargaining. I will sign a prenup, and in it I will promise copious amounts of quality Indian food.
Hate to interrupt, but good night, people! Here's to everything looking better in the morning light, and fewer knots in one's back.
122: Faux??? My heart, it breaks.
124: How you doin'?
I thought that went without saying, Otto. Like the not sleeping with spouses siblings part (assuming no prior permission).
Parenthetical, just kill the bug instead of flirting with ben w-lfs-n in a circuitous effort to get him to come over and kill it.
Oh, no, Otto, the pre-nup was to protect Di from me, not the other way around. (I'm poor).
But, you know, a pre-nup offering copious amounts of quality Indian food sounds like the only sort of pre-nup I'd want.
ben, are you suggesting the odds are good for a random self-published work?
I reserve judgment. I simply say, this was a work of High Crankdom.
Dammit, Ned, how dare you ruin my devious plan!!
130: Ah, a worthy gifting then.
126: Did I say faux? I must be Becks-style too.
It was more like a worm, Ben. A worm with legs. But don't worry, I took care of it.
All this take about pho is making me hungry.
I saw the necks tonight. They were real good. I did not see Ben though.
I am P S Y C H E D about getting some pho tomorrow after doing this ride (intermediate version except heading to Clement instead of the Embarcadero at the end). HOWEVER! Having pho for lunch will mean it will take even longer for me to polish off my delicious braised oxtails!
What a vale of misery is this life!
135: You know what? I'm cool with faux romance, as long as the cleaning and massages are real.
It is my understanding that pho is not homophonous with faux.
How you doin'?
I am doing quite fine! Thanks for asking!
you'd be surprised what passes for homophonous these days.
140:
That bike ride looks like fun. I'd crap out before the end, though.
142:
Well, then, Di, I'll offer you all the faux romance you want. What are your favorite flowers?
I saw the necks tonight. They were real good.
Really?
Did it seem to you as well that they sort of lost the thread for a little bit about 20 minutes in?
143: The key is to not pronounce it correctly.
I mean, I thought they were fantastic, don't get me wrong—but I also had that impression.
Woo, I am noticing some definite increases in:
(a) volubility
(b) typing errors
That bike ride looks like fun. I'd crap out before the end, though.
The key is to stop frequently.
149: You're becoming more like me. The horror.
Back on the crank book topic, isn't Clarel considered kind of odd? (Not that I've read it.)
that looks pretty close to a ride I used to do, ben, and you've succeeded in making me curse the local riding here once again.
this talk of naan is reminding me of a tandoori place almost exactly 100 miles north of san fran.
The one on 1 right near Jenner? Or another one?
Are you drinking gin too?
Here is what I recommend:
1 tsp cointreau
1 tsp absinthe
several dashes grapefruit bitters
a very small amount of sugar (like 1/4 or 1/3 tsp) if you like
2.5 oz gin
Faux is not homofauxnous with pho.
Is the "ph" really an aspirated P? L
146: I'm not much for cut flowers, actually. Dark chocolate and red wines work well.
Is not "pho" pronounced something like "fuh"?
Yum. I should really get better about making myself mixed drinks. I stuck to a single beer tonight, for fear that it would go straight to my head. (I really, really need to figure out a way to sleep better the nights before I lecture at 8 am).
I'm not much for cut flowers, actually.
IOW, only virgins ought apply.
157: Hmm, no flowers? I currently have baby daffodils in my kitchen that are making me very happy.
But I can do good quality chocolate and wine.
155: Mmmm! I have blood orange rather than grapefruit bitters... Close enough!
The one on 1 right near Jenner? Or another one?
That's the one. Is it still there? Pops out of the middle of nowhere, it seems. I lucked into it once traveling south in maybe '96 or so. Years later friends in the bay area didn't believe me that it existed so we piled into a car to go find it based on my foggy recollection. Almost gave up and turned back, but then there it was, and the food was good.
Is not "pho" pronounced something like "fuh"?
I thought it was something like "fa"? But I'm not very confident about that versus "fuh". Soemwhere in that neighborhood.
I really, really need to figure out a way to sleep better the nights before I lecture at 8 am
You lecture at 8 am on Saturday? I'm sorry.
161: Uncut baby daffodils in the flower beds out front would be delightful!
You lecture at 8 am on Saturday? I'm sorry.
Oh, no, sorry, I was totally unclear there, wasn't I? I meant that I didn't sleep much last night, as I lecture MWF at 8, and thus was worried about the effects of alcohol on me. (Why I'm intent on staying up is beyond me).
Dark chocolate and red wines work well.
My cob-loggy winemaking friend loves loves loves doing these pairings. He has yet to enlighten me with what goes with what, though.
158, 164: This website called Wikipedia has a recording of what is presumably a proper pronunciation. But yes, like fuh, only with some kinda rising tone thingy.
163: At least as of last August it was still there. Every time I go past there it cracks me up; it's so completely out of context. Never actually eaten there though.
He has yet to enlighten me with what goes with what, though.
Red wine goes with dark chocolate.
Did it seem to you as well that they sort of lost the thread for a little bit about 20 minutes in?
I couldn't tell. Different sections were were better than others. At times the piano player was distractingly keith jarretty (not that there is anything wrong with keith jarrett himself).
161: Uncut baby daffodils in the flower beds out front would be delightful!
Ooh, you have space to have a garden? Mine currently consists of four large pots of mixed flowers and herbs. It's really not very fulfilling.
Though really if I were eating dark chocolate wouldn't I prefer some brandy? Yes I would.
171: [smacks forehead] Oh! Okay, then.
Now I want brandy and dark chocolate and naan. And maybe some pho also? I'm very suggestible tonight.
So this is an open thread, so all the other threads should be un-open.
Oh, and Parenthetical, I emailed you at your linked address—nothing urgent, just informing you in case it's one you never check.
essear, you want to send me money. Lots and lots of money.
(Is that too obvious?)
179: I already donated tonight to some charity someone on Facebook suggested donating to in lieu of giving him a birthday present. The thing is, I wouldn't otherwise have given him a birthday present at all.
Every time I go past there it cracks me up; it's so completely out of context.
Exactly!
I was dead tired and had been traveling a couple of days when I first passed it... even more incongruous heading south I think. So at first I was half convinced I'd hallucinated it or something.
But then I realized I was really hungry, so turned around and checked it out. Turns out they have 3-4 proper tandoors out on the deck and a nice view. At the time, anyway, it was some of the best Indian food I'd had in California (unfortunately a bit of a low bar, that).
I still have no idea how they survive out there. Real tandoors though, excellent naan and good curries. At least, it was 10 years ago.
Thanks for letting me know, Otto - you're right, I don't check it frequently!
177: By open thread, I assume you're talking about transparency. Or maybe this is the free association - by which I mean the first amendment - thread.
The lack of dinner recommendations for Alexandria or the broader area which could be reached within an hour or so by Metro (I think) leaves me thinking we're going to be eating at some Applebee's or something. Most disheartening.
173: You garden? I might love you for real.
174: I've never quite come around to brandy. Though I suspect that , like Sherry, I'd feel differently if I had the right kind.
because Sherry, she totally changed her mind when she tried a good brandy
You can do better than that, Stanislaus. I mean, can't you just mosey around until something likely comes up? Or ask one of the locals? They speak a sort of English there.
184: The people with DC restaurant knowledge are probably socializing in person tonight. You could always go to the generic chain food court at the Pentagon City mall.
185: I garden poorly and with little skill but I like flowers and herbs and playing with dirt.
probably socializing in person tonight
Those assholes. I bet they're fornicating too.
The lack of dinner recommendations for Alexandria or the broader area which could be reached within an hour or so by Metro (I think) leaves me thinking we're going to be eating at some Applebee's or something. Most disheartening.
I can't recommend anything myself, but surely there are good options? Maybe Google some of the places Tyler Cowen has praised?
190: Bastards. And what's worse is they didn't even invite me.
The thing about Alexandria, though, is it's a long way south of a lot of the area. Or at least that's my impression from just having ridden to the end of the Metro lines. There's a big section without a stop once you pass the airport on the way out.
195: Yeah, I think we may try to hit Amsterdam Falafel and walk around, time-permitting.
I killed the thread with my emoticon-esque comment, didn't I?
I suppose I should take this as my cue to sleep. I hope ben didn't drown in his gin. And that everyone has a wonderful night.
OK, finished the stupid slides. These perspectives better be fucking grateful. But no, they'll probably be smug.
ARISTOTLE CAN KISS MY ASS TWICE.
jroth at 20: was it zeena parkins?
(not really rocknroll -- she plays more with ppl like john zorn, of used to -- but def noisy and electronically amplified)
201: I'll run it past AB.
I can't believe there have been 200 comments on a thread started at 10:15 pm EST on a Friday. You all are losersheroes.
1 tsp cointreau
1 tsp absinthe
several dashes grapefruit bitters
a very small amount of sugar (like 1/4 or 1/3 tsp) if you like
2.5 oz gin
I want one of these. And yet it is morning. I blame Di.
Getrude Stein paid to publish Three Lives. Thackeray paid to publish Vanity Fair. Defoe paid to publish Moll Flanders.
Note general pre-20.5th century-ness. The statement can easily be saved by restating it as an observation about books self-published this millennium; or at the very least, this past 50 years.
(Saving Emerson's presence; see Making Light for more correct diagnostics of crankitude or rather,gullibility, thatv don't
Er, obviously*, that was me.
*well, obvious now.
At times the piano player was distractingly keith jarretty
Kieth Jarretty, no?
People nowadays worry about self-publishing cooties, along with DFH cooties, populist cooties, leftist cooties, tacky shoes, bad hair, uninteresting food, and cranks. No one actually seems to admire big-biz publishing, not least because they squeeze their authors, but also because they focus increasingly on high-concept crap, but a professionally-done book is cootie-free.
One of the Blowhards (Michael, I think) worked in publishing, and he thinks that the vicious structure of publishing is responsible for the weirdness of a lot of literature: no sane, happy person would try to make a living as an author. (Same with the music biz).
I love the Nielson Haydens, I doubt that they're bloodsucking leeches, but they have their own axes to grind.
You all are losersheroes.
Or people who live on the West Coast....
No, some of us really are losersheroes. Who formerly lived on the West Coast, and would like to again.
Others of us don't use <strike> tags.
Tis true - I forgot that the html formatting doesn't carry through. Why I would think this to be the case is beyond me.
Science fiction is cootied to start with, though, so SFnal activity is still resigned to or reveling in its cootie-dom.