It’s my dad Navaratnasingam Mohanraj‘s 77th birthday today, and he just posted this photo from January 1953: “after my early years at Holy Family Convent and St. Henry’s College at Ilavalai, I was sent to board with my Uncle Amirthanayagam and Auntie Alex, to attend St.Patrick’s College in Jaffna. soon after , I was joined by […]
Some point after getting the #spacecats, I was looking up supplies for them, and I remember reading a claim on some site (that sold artificial cat scratchers that looked like trees) that cats really liked hanging out in / under trees. This photo with both cats jammed under our Christmas tree would seem to confirm that
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Arya apparently approves of the Christmas tree. #spacecat #serendibhome #blog
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I *may* have been online a little too late last night and bought $100 of supplies for making body butter and lip balm. (Mango butter base, shea butter base, beeswax, rosehip seed oil, little containers.) This *may* be related to the fact that my skin was so dry and itchy yesterday that I basically stomped
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Linen Hall Library, Belfast. Jed and I didn’t have a lot of time in Belfast — about an hour to wander around. So we just walked the streets a bit, and stopped in at this building, which I had somehow assumed was some kind of textile arts museum. But no — it’s actually a membership-based
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On the road from Giant’s Causeway. #worldcon2019
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I feel you, Colm. I’m reading a Murderbot novelette, and I keep having ideas for my space opera series — not even the novel I’m supposed to be actually finishing now, that I’m almost done revising, but the related series that is just a big jumbled mess, and which I wasn’t planing to even
I’m in my hotel bar, having a cider and reading the next Murderbot book, and the guys chatting at the other end are speaking in a language I don’t know, maybe Danish or some such, but then they said ‘Game of Thrones’ and a few minutes later ‘sci-fi’ and now I’m intensely curious what they’re
There was a moment in grad school. Kevin and I had split up and I was desperately broken-hearted. I’d been getting up at 4 a.m. every morning to an alarm because it was the best time for me to concentrate, when the world was dark and still, writing by the light of a candle. I’d
Scenes from day 3 of a cold, when I was too sick to take on anything ambitious, but starting to get restless from not accomplishing very much for days. (This was Friday. Today, two days later, I have been mostly in a TERRIBLE mood about how little I’ve gotten done over the weekend, and have
