Hey. I’m a little…

Hey. I'm a little stressed, right now. The article in the Inquirer came out today, and while it's basically fine (the photo of me is okay, but he didn't end up using very much of what I said -- just a paragraph's worth at the end), I'm a little concerned about reaction. For one thing, I received a call at 8 a.m. from some man who wanted to know 'where to find people interested in this stuff' (meaning erotica). Ick. I referred him to the local bookstore and its Internet section and he went away. Funny -- I've had my address up here for over a year now, and only received one odd phone call -- the newspaper's out for an hour, and someone calls. Says something interesting about what people actually read, I suppose. But I'm still a little freaked, especially with Kevin away. May ask a friend to come crash on the couch tonight.

The office staff at work were a little bewildered but basically supportive (I warned my boss ahead of time). Good thing they're all such nice people.

Can't figure out if I should send a copy to my parents. They know I do write stuff that they don't want to read...not sure what they want to know beyond that. :-) Oh well. My sisters will be amused.

Life otherwise is fine. Spent something like four hours on the phone with Kevin yesterday, so didn't get any of the cleaning done that I had planned to do. Did take out the trash, though. :-)

Wrote a poem last night:

One Week After Departure
________________________

Today's mail is stacked neatly,
three small piles (bills, yours, mine)
on the kitchen table. Those rotting
tupperware containers are gone, and the
egg tray is freshly washed. Last night
I scrubbed the tub on hands and knees,
and tomorrow I will attack the moldy
shower curtain. Perhaps, by Tuesday,
I will have erased every trace of your
presence, and can work quietly at a
(dusted) computer...listening for your
muddy footsteps in the hall.

Hey, everyone. Busy day…

Hey, everyone. Busy day at the office today -- spent much of it spiffying up my boss's web page -- take a look and let me know what you think. A better caduceus would be muchly appreciated.

Dance last night was fabulous fun -- English country dances (I had forgotten how much flirting goes on at SCA events...:-). I'm definitely going to go back next week -- my one regret is that I didn't start doing this a month ago. You may have noticed by now that I have a bad tendency to get enthused about exercise, do it vigorously for a while, and then drop it entirely... (sigh) Oh well. I'll try to be better about this...

Counter indicates page has broken 400,000!

Lots more work to do, so I have to go. One of you wrote asking about the potato curry I mentioned -- here's the recipe, in case anyone else is interested. I forgot to mention the curry powder in the version I mailed out!!!

Sri Lankan Potato Curry

  • 3 small yellow onions, chopped
  • 1 T vegetable oil
  • two pinches black mustard seed
  • two pinches cumin seed
  • 1 T (or more to taste) red or brown curry powder (buy in Indian stores - you can make this with yellow but it'll taste very different)
  • 3 medium baking potatoes, cubed
  • 2 tomatoes, chopped (can substitute 3 T ketchup (my mom does))
  • 1/2 c. milk, optional
  1. Fry onions 1st four ingredients till onions are translucent.
  2. Add red curry powder and cook till you start to cough (if you manage to find brown curry powder, you can simply add it with the potatoes in the next step).
  3. Add potatoes and tomatoes and cook covered on medium high (add water, as necessary, to prevent burning)
  4. When potatoes are cooked through, serve (or add milk, stir, and serve).

You can vary it a lot (adding cinnamon, cardamom, cloves to the onions, a dash of worcestershire sauce with the ketchup, some lemon juice, coconut milk instead of regular), but that's the basic recipe.

Hey, y’all. Not too much…

Hey, y'all. Not too much exciting to report today. I'm in the midst of finishing up those news bytes (the ones that are overdue). I'd be doing them right now, but my other system went down, and I have to wait for it to come back up.

Spent a lot of time on the phone yesterday -- Kevin called, and we ended up talking for an hour and a half about some of the legal stuff that's surrounding the net nowadays. Interesting discussion, mostly about whether carriers should be liable for user content. If any of you are interested, I can try to summarize the arguments on both sides. Made potato curry for dinner, and made it too hot -- I could barely eat the darn stuff -- oh well. Was yummy anyway. Then Kirsten called, and we ended up talking for several hours, 'bout life and work and food and men...:-)

Read the new Starbridge novel last night too....I don't know if you're familiar with the series -- I believe they were started by A.C. Crispin (who has also written at least one fairly good Star Trek book), and they're very solid first contact novels. First contact is one of my favorite themes in science fiction -- it offers a fabulous opportunity to really explore the assumptions and biases of two different cultures (if I come back in another life, I wanna be a sociologist). It also brought back one of my favorite characters, Mahree, so it was especially fun to read.

As I said, dancing tonight, and I'll try to decide whether I want to go to Pennsic. The timing is going to be rather tight, as I'm a bridesmaid in my friend Elissa's wedding on August 11th, and I think the people I'd be catching a ride with are going up the 9th or 10th. We'll see...

Good morning! I hope you…

Good morning! I hope you all had a nice weekend -- I did! Still getting used to not having anyone around the apartment, but it was nice in some ways -- got to play whatever music I felt like (I have this tendency to play the same CD over and over and over again, which has driven more than one roommate of mine a little mad)....what I cleaned, stayed clean.... and since there was nobody around to complain to, I stayed busy instead.

Busy in a very relaxed way, that is. Spent most of the weekend reading, (a not very good retelling of the (excellent) Robotech animated series, and started the lasted Sword and Sorceress anthology) cleaning (five loads of laundry :-), and watching Star Trek. Friday night I had people over for dinner (the sushi came out well, ditto the miso soup which was new to me, and sorbet worked pretty well for dessert (though it would have been nice to have green tea ice cream -- no idea where you get it, though)) and last night I hung out with some friends (weird situation, an ex of one of them is kind of stalking her...he was hanging out outside the house (not even her house!) -- more than a little creepy. She's getting a restraining order against him).

Didn't get any real work done, but that's okay. Right now I mainly have a lot of revising to do, some pretty urgent news things to write (late!) and the webzine to continue work on. Once I finish the news stuff I may take a bit of a break.

Going dancing tomorrow at an SCA meeting. I'm thinking of joining for a while and going to Pennsic, since I'll just barely have time before I leave Philadelphia. I have to decide soon, since pre-registration isn't that far away. We'll see...

- 12:15 - Typed in the text of the Penthouse article on me (someone kindly sent me their copy!). It's almost embarrassingly gushing -- but I'll take praise where I can get it. :-)

Hiya. Oh, my back hurts….

Hiya. Oh, my back hurts. Yesterday and today I was very productive, went through lots of mail, revised the alternative sexualities in sf/f list (finally), etc. and so on, and I've just been staring at this screen for hours (forgot my glasses both days, too). Other than that, I'm doing quite well -- Abby's coming by for sushi purchase kamagra tonight, and I'm trying to decide what would be a good accompaniment and a good dessert to go with...

Not much else to say -- David leaves today to go on a family trip to the Bahamas -- good thing I just came back from vacation myself, or I'd be awfully jealous. :-)

Hope all's well with you...

Hey, y’all. Today is…

Hey, y'all. Today is dedicated to getting through a huge pile of back- logged mail...slugging away. :-) I've made some modifications to my story page, and started work on an erotica webzine/resource site. Oh, and my editor loved Metari Nights! Didn't ask for any revisions or anything!

Will write more if I have time, but I really do have a lot to catch up on...hope y'all are doing well...

Oh, and here's a plea forwarded from one of you -- I have a weak spot for cats...:


Posted to: phl.forsale, phl.misc (by David Beroff)

Who would leave a cat on a doorstep?

Well, someone did just that. The cat seems very well cared for, and the vet says she's about 7 or 8 years old. She's in good health (except for a lame paw), is well trained (for indoors) and very affectionate. Whoever left her seems to have cared for her a great deal (based on all the goodies that they left with the cage), and probably had a change in circumstances that forced them to do what they did. Unfortunately, my children have asthma and allergy difficulties, so we really can't take in this animal.

I'd rather see the cat live in a nice home than us have to put her in the SPCA. Please email me via d4b@bis.adp.com


For complicated reasons,…

For complicated reasons, this entry may be a little short on apostrophes. Ill come back and fix when the computer is working better.

Well, Kevin's gone home to visit the parents, and the apartment is sadly empty. Good thing I have my cat to keep me company! I dont know if Ive mentioned her before -- shes about two years old now, a slightly plump black cat of dubious ancestry (her mother was a stray). She once had a name -- I thought Chandi would be appropriate -- its another name for Kali, Hindu goddess of death and destruction. Kevin, however, seems incapable of calling cats anything other than Kitten or Kittycat or Cat. She was Kitten for a while, and now shes mostly Kittycat. Perhaps shell eventually graduate to Cat.

Its funny how much harder it is to fall asleep when theres nobody else in the house. I hope the roommate thing works out for the fall -- Im not looking forward to possibly living alone. Maybe it would be good for me, but I still dont wanna do it. :-)

Its really hard typing without apostrophes.

Last night I spent way too much time watching Star Trek. Davids been taping episodes, and he loaned me a few tapes. I think I watched five episodes in a row. Fun, though, especially the one where Riker serves on a Klingon ship.

Oh, yesterday evening was interesting. The Philadelphia Inquirer, the main newspaper here, is doing an article on sex on the net, and interviewed me. Last night a photographer came by to take a picture for the paper -- I expected one or two shots, but s he went through four rolls! They take this sort of thing seriously... If you live in Philly, I think itll be in the June 20th issue. Oh, and if I havent mentioned, Penthouse Forum did an interview with me that just came out. I havent seen it yet, beca use I dont know where to get a copy, but Ill figure it out soon. Anyone want to volunteer to scan it in so I can put a copy up? Ditto Inquirer article? Oh, and my interview with the erotica writers finally came out in Puritan -- Ill put a text copy up here soon. They did a pretty good job with layout, though they missed an attribution on one chunk of story.

Ive been lazy and ordering out since I got back, but tonight Ill be virtuous and eat leftovers and clean the apartment. Thats the plan, anyway.

Okay, I’m really back…

Okay, I'm really back now. News of today -- quiet at the office, just fielding calls while boss is away. Fed Ex'd Metari Nights to Puritan -- hope they like it. Going to mail off the collection manuscript to the rest of the publishers and agents today -- with any luck I'll have a contract soon and the book will be ready in time for Christmas sales. Wouldn't that be a lovely thing to slip under someone's pillow? :-)

Kev's leaving today to do some travelling of his own :(. House is going to feel awfully empty -- just me and my cat. I should take some photos of her and put them up -- she's a beautiful black cat, the kind I always wanted when I was younger and planned to grow up to be a witch (when I wasn't planning to be a librarian, or an astronaut). Don't have easy access to a scanner anymore, but I could probably manage something.

Re: trip -- Well, the weather was absolutely fabulous. Unbelievably beautiful. A cool and sunny 70-75 much of the time in SF (Oakland was a little warner), and there were flowers everywhere. It startled me how much it looks like Ceylon (Sri Lanka, that is) -- palm trees and bougainvillea everywhere. That's my favorite flower, and it won't grow in the climates I've been living in -- I'm looking forward to seeing it everywhere. In Sri Lanka, it covers the houses in walls of bright colors.

Sightseeing was great fun -- saw the Exploratorium (best science museum I've ever seen, and I've been to quite a few), and the Faberge exhibit at the de Young Fine Arts Museum. Walked up and down the famous Haight street (near Ashbury, where all the hippies hang out) and through the Mission district (yummy Mexican food, very cheap). Stopped at Good Vibrations, slightly embarrassed, but was a very neat store. Also spent an afternoon at the beach near Cliff House (with my friend, Cliff :-) and an evening at the production of Medea: The Musical (free on Thursdays if you wear a toga :-). Also hung out a lot with friends and watched The Joy Luck Club again -- fabulous movie. We sobbed buckets. Even the guys teared up. Met a really neat woman named Lorelei who was in town for a week-long piercing workshop -- welcome to San Francisco! :-)

Apartment hunting was sadly a little less productive. Apparently, unlike Philadelphia (where you must starting apartment hunting three months in advance), Oakland rarely has listings more than a month in advance. Saw lots of nice places, but couldn't pin anything down. Did find a really nice room in a house (close to Mills, with garden and piano!) which may work out -- I'll know soon. Cross your fingers for me...

Mills itself was beautiful. Quietly elegant, it looks like a good place to work. And if it gets too dull, San Francisco is not far away (I'm thinking of volunteering to do Indian storytelling at the Asian Arts Museum; might also get a busking license so I can play flute and pennywhistle in the park :-).

Well, that pretty much covers my trip, and I hope this long entry makes up a little for all the time when I couldn't reach y'all...I missed you! (Oddly enough, since I rarely here from you. :-)

Morning! Well, plans are…

Morning! Well, plans are proceeding apace for the CA trip. I'm kind of nervous, actually. Not sure how easy/difficult it will be to find an apartment. Anyone know what the weather's like in CA? I have to pack tonight...

In other news, still reading The Time Patrol (the second story, "Brave to Be a King" is excellent, though the title doesn't quite work for me). I've got a bunch of small errands and little jobs to take care of before I go. I had hoped to send out the manuscript to all the appropriate publishers/agents -- not sure I'll manage it, but will try. Going to be a long day, and I'd best get back to work.

Can't remember if I said before, but I'll definitely have access while I'm away.

11:45 - I wrote a song a day or two ago. Don't write songs very much -- the melody's appended at the end. I think my songs tend to be a bit too mushy. :-) Thought y'all might enjoy it, though.

Leaf and Tide

There was a time, when I thought those words could shatter sorrow.
Bold hearts could fly, and their bodies share the sky...
There was a time, we were younger than the leaves in springtime.
Those leaves must die, and lie scattered on the grass.

Remember well, the day I swore that I would love forever.
We were so sure that our love could turn the tides...
Remember well, the day I left you standing at the landing.
The tide has turned and the waves are bearing down.

You wrap yourself in a cloak of shadows, lost in sorrow
I reach to you, but the shadows leave me blind
You drown your tears in a bitter glass of seasalt water
Then hurl the glass to shatter 'neath the stars

Oh can't you see we are younger than the leaves in springtime;
We are so small, far smaller than the sea...
But leaves do fly, in a gold and crimson, sunlit autumn;
And we can swim, in the cradle of the waves.

So dry your tears; you have lived too long inside the winter
Spring will return, and the leaves will come again
And in her smile, if you see a shadow of my sorrow
Just close your eyes, and the tide shall turn again.

(It's in the key of D, so all the c's and f's are sharp).

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ddcd defefge
ddcd defedcdcba
ddcd defefge

(Chorus bit...)
aaba gfgfed fedc
aaba gfgfedf
aaba gfgfedfedc
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