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meanwhile, a weather report
Jan. 7th, 2009 01:52 am( Tomorrow's forecast )
Yep, that's the suck all right.
Yep, that's the suck all right.
Jan. 7th, 2009
snow day brings new vocabulary
Jan. 7th, 2009 11:43 amOne of the plusses of working at a university is that if the university closes for a snow day, I get the day off paid. Which, since the elder child also had school canceled today, makes for a quiet day at home instead of having to find a way to slog through the nasty mess outside.
I did get a bit of extra sleep this morning, in bits and pieces around fussy babies, phone calls, and the furnace guys coming for the final service (still running, yay!) Somewhere in there I dreamed that I was reading a book and in it I came across a word I didn't know: discrepite. Yes, I woke up and remembered the imaginary word I didn't know, though sadly nothing else about the substance of whatever I was reading in my dream.
It occurred to me after I'd woken up that there was at least some small possibility it was a real word after all, or that it was sufficiently composed of real-word bits to be interpretable. I resolved that I would at some point in the next day or so ping![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mlp367, who is my favorite uber-word-geek, and get him to make a pronouncement on what the most logical possible meaning of my new word could be. However, I later dozed off again and in my dream solved my own problem: I was surprised to discover that discrepite was actually a noun, and that it was the word for a large robot whose job it was to carry around dead people.
I did get a bit of extra sleep this morning, in bits and pieces around fussy babies, phone calls, and the furnace guys coming for the final service (still running, yay!) Somewhere in there I dreamed that I was reading a book and in it I came across a word I didn't know: discrepite. Yes, I woke up and remembered the imaginary word I didn't know, though sadly nothing else about the substance of whatever I was reading in my dream.
It occurred to me after I'd woken up that there was at least some small possibility it was a real word after all, or that it was sufficiently composed of real-word bits to be interpretable. I resolved that I would at some point in the next day or so ping
mlp367, who is my favorite uber-word-geek, and get him to make a pronouncement on what the most logical possible meaning of my new word could be. However, I later dozed off again and in my dream solved my own problem: I was surprised to discover that discrepite was actually a noun, and that it was the word for a large robot whose job it was to carry around dead people.(no subject)
Jan. 7th, 2009 04:13 pmAs the always-excellent jenwrites points out, Hugo Nominations are now open. The only thing of mine published in 2008 was the short story Concession Girl (Interzone 217), but if you enjoyed it enough to give me a nod, I would be most honored.
jenwrites points out, Hugo Nominations are now open. The only thing of mine published in 2008 was the short story Concession Girl (Interzone 217), but if you enjoyed it enough to give me a nod, I would be most honored.those New England dilemmas
Jan. 7th, 2009 05:19 pmMy driveway is about 3" of tightly compacted ice granules. I could go out and attempt to shovel it off -- hard work to even make a dent in it -- so that I can accumulate a whole fresh new layer of ice by morning but hope that the next layer is thin enough that some sun can get through to the blacktop and start warming up, or I can leave it be, have a quiet evening in the house with my never-ending mug of tea, maybe work on my novel, and risk the possibility of my driveway being a solid block of ice until sometime in March.
In my experience, the general rule of thumb when it comes to New England weather is: if you can shovel, shovel. That's usually served me well. Right now, though, I'm not actually convinced that I *can* shovel -- I couldn't even make a dent in the stuff on my steps, though I didn't give it my most determined try.
Oh what to do, what to do. I suppose if I did get some actual writing done I'd feel vaguely less like I'm shirking the more unpleasant task.
In my experience, the general rule of thumb when it comes to New England weather is: if you can shovel, shovel. That's usually served me well. Right now, though, I'm not actually convinced that I *can* shovel -- I couldn't even make a dent in the stuff on my steps, though I didn't give it my most determined try.
Oh what to do, what to do. I suppose if I did get some actual writing done I'd feel vaguely less like I'm shirking the more unpleasant task.
One loves the bath, one hates the bath.
One is giant, one is tiny.
One is blond, one is brunette.
One likes to smack things, one will delicately explore new objects with her finger tips.
One sleeps like a rock, one wakes up far too easily in the night.
One loves food, one thinks new food is fine as long as it's over there.
One crawls, one just wants to be held.
When we go out, people often don't believe me that they are twins. However, apparently my two aren't anywhere near as different as they could be. (That's so totally cool!)
One is giant, one is tiny.
One is blond, one is brunette.
One likes to smack things, one will delicately explore new objects with her finger tips.
One sleeps like a rock, one wakes up far too easily in the night.
One loves food, one thinks new food is fine as long as it's over there.
One crawls, one just wants to be held.
When we go out, people often don't believe me that they are twins. However, apparently my two aren't anywhere near as different as they could be. (That's so totally cool!)