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~ Thursday, June 19, 2003
 
Not me, thanks. I'm proud of the stuff.
~ Wednesday, June 18, 2003
 
I'll just post this again, since the page has been updated: the contents page and a picture of the cover for the anthology Open Space is up. I'm still somewhat taken aback that I only recognize something like eight names here, not including the Intro and Afterward.

And since I'm riffing on it, how about an oh-so-brief sound bite? Here's a short moment from "More Painful Than the Dreams of Other Boys," coming your way in August:

There weren't many cars on the streets, but that was normal for Templeton. Instead, Mike watched as they roared past bicycles and skateboards and scooters and pedestrians, even some smaller kids riding metal or plastic trikes. It was close to the end of the day, so he imagined most of them were coming home from work or school right now.

A billboard on the side of one of the buildings advertised two old Shirley Temple and Jackie Coogan movies playing at the art house theatre, a retrospective from when they had first quit acting and moved into directing, sharing that bill with adult directors on the other side of the Line –- a procedure no longer in vogue. Coogan was dead now, had crossed over and aged a couple of decades ago. But Temple, Mike knew, lived still, hiding in her suite uptown, tucked away like a miniature version of Garbo, unwilling to face or deal with anyone in the town that carried her name.

He watched several heads turn sharply as they went by, and he knew he was seeing looks of shock on some of the faces as they realized what the passenger in the cop car was. He'd never seen such a sight himself, all the years he'd lived in Templeton, so he could imagine just how bizarre he looked.

Danny cut the motor and let the little car roll to a halt in the middle of the road. Mike managed to pry open the door with a moderately paralysed hand and then practically fell out of the car and to his knees, thinking this was a great way to start as he stood and brushed dirt and gravel from his pants.

There was a crowd standing near the yellow tape, about three dozen kids, looking anywhere from five to fifteen years old. As he approached they all stepped back, almost as one, staring up at him. It was an unsettling feeling, combined with everything else that was happening; he knew he'd gotten taller since leaving Templeton, but looking down at them and seeing just how much most of them had to crane their necks to look back up at him, the changes he had gone through hit home that much harder.
 
Curse all you cat owners. Especially you guys.

That said, some of my best friends are cat people, so what do I know?
 
"You are writing children's books, you need to be a ruthless killer." Obviously I will be reading this to Aidan as quickly as possible in order to not spoil the surprise.
~ Monday, June 16, 2003
 
Colour me surprised. I didn't figure that the feds would have the guts to let it ride, but it sounds like Cauchon is not going to fight the same-sex marriage rulings. While a small case could be made to fight it in order to clamp down on judicial activism, and then finally bring it to Parliament to set it up via the legislative process, I think in this case the judges were not being activists, but rather were pointing out to the government that they have had loads of chances to fix this mess and have continually passed the buck.

Like it or not, marriage in this country is no longer the exclusive domain of religion, and while I support churches being able to decide not to perform same-sex marriage ceremonies (or, for that matter, deciding they want to be a part of the scene), I see no reason to disallow civil ceremonies just because a religious institution thinks it's a bad idea, especially based on rather flimsy reading of a book that not everyone chooses to believe in. And if anyone pesters me for stating that said readings of the Bible are indeed flimsy, then I'll come back with some citations, but right now I'm going to bed.
 
Registration is required, but this story about a female Muslim comedian from Britain is worth it, especially for the joke halfway down the first page. Tasteless, yet enormously funny.
 
This is an amazingly detailed and scary account of how the American economy is being run into the ground. Of course, being American, it doesn't deal with what will happen to Canada. For instance, the key phrase in this story isn't "[t]he loonie again breached the 75-cent (U.S.) mark Monday" but rather "[a]s per usual, the larger story here was that the big dollar - i.e. not Canada's - was weakening across the board." There's a reason we're tied so closely to the US economy - it can't be helped when you lie next to an elephant, as Pierre Trudeau noted in not quite the same words - but that doesn't mean so many of our eggs should remain in that red white and blue basket. Unfortunately, the feds' idea of opening things up is to concentrate on the Free Trade Area of the Americas, which rather unsurprisingly has some people upset, and probably just means that we're more likely to all fall together. (Via Early Days of a Better Nation.) Update: Ken MacLeod sends along this improved link, which came to him from Patrick Nielsen Hayden.
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