Joe Sherry at Adventures in Reading posted a review of Prime Codex. Prime Codex is the debut collection from the new small press publisher: Paper Golem. Subtitled “The Hungry Edge of Speculative Fiction”, Prime Codex features newer and upcoming authors from the Codex Writer’s Group. Some of the authors collected in Prime Codex include: Tobias […]
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We arrived in Avon at around 8:00 local time. Rob’s brother, Kevin and his wife Shawna greeted us. We have been plied with wine and Shawna’s delicious cooking. I took a shower and feel much more human. The cats are ensconced in our room. They seem have settled into the routine nicely. Maggie tends to
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Lord of All Fools » Archive » Review of Prime Codex Rampion–Mary Robinette Kowal This is another twist up of a fairy tale. Rampion is the prequel to Rapunzel, and concerns itself with how the “barren†mother really got pregnant. Mary Robinette Kowal’s got a good thing here. It’s a short-short story; maybe three pages,
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I’ve already slipped into “tour time” where time is told not by the clock or calendar but by location. Everything has become, “the other day when we were in…” So, I added photos that we took the other day to the web album. Move To NYC, Day Two
We are at a gas station in Peever, S.D getting ready to cross into Minnesota. It is 5:06 pm local time. I promised to tell you about our misadventures from yesterday, so this is what I wrote up while we were driving. It was dark when we crossed into South Dakota. One of the interesting
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We got into the KOA near Mt. Rushmore very late last night. There is a story, but I’ll have to tell it later. We need to hit the road now.
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My God. Rob just turned into a teenager. “Jenny” just came on the radio—apparently he used to play it in his high school garage band. He is playing the steering wheel and singing the backup. He just apologized saying, “I was more earnest then” and then went back to singing.
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Move To NYC, Day Two As fate would have it, when we called Mr. B– today to see how they were faring on their cross-country trip west, we were only about 30 miles heading toward each other. We stopped at the Flying J truck stop, just east of Rapid City Wyoming to meet up. I
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Move to NYC–Day 1 We have arrived safely in Salt Lake City. Alas, we had to cancel the dinner with friends because, even getting up at dawn, we still didn’t arrive at Beth’s until after eleven pm. Meanwhile, you can click on the photo above to look at an album–unlabled–of the past two days. Things
The new moving truck holds everything we were planning on taking, including bicycles and Rob’s motorcycle. Whew. We backed the new one up to the old one in front of the Chelsea’s house and carried stuff straight across–some things did get offloaded so we could control weight distribution–but it went so much smoother than yesterday.
Surprise! We were comfortable with the things we were going to have to leave behind because of space. What we did not anticipate was the weight of what we did manage to get into the truck. We have bottomed out the suspension. Totally. The truck is so overweight that after A LOT of thought, we
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Marlowe got outside. When I found him and tried to pick him up, he hissed and ran. He’s under the neighbors’ porch now. I think we might have to let him stay out overnight; with any luck, he will follow his usual pattern and comes back in the morning. What a pain. Edited to add:
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We are almost gone. Around 6:30, we finished loading the truck. I paused after the truck was loaded to play my violin in the empty living room. Wicked reverb. It’s 10:00 now and we are about to leave the house. We decided to hire a cleaning service to do the cleaning, but it took us
In a half an hour, Rob and I are biking off to pick up the moving van. I’m puttering around, packing all of the random things that somehow didn’t get into boxes. But, really, we’re pretty much ready for our wonderful friends to descend on the house and help us load the truck. I think