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At WFC this past weekend I was chatting with an editor and expressed my admiration for the consistently high quality of the artwork that graces the cover of his magazine. He then informed me that one of the artists I admired had become so depressed by the rampant theft of his work that he'd stopped creating. I was saddened, but not surprised.

In that vein, I'm posting a link to Seanan McGuire's thoughtful post "As to hanging, it is no great hardship...": Internet Piracy, and Who It Hurts, and her follow-up post here. Most people reading my blog will have already read these, but it's worth boosting the signal.

YIKES!

Feb. 26th, 2010 02:55 pm
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Yesterday's snowstorm dropped over 20 inches here--wind piled it up against the house making it even more fun. But I managed to shovel myself out, helped a neighbor with his steep stairs, and was feeling fairly proud of myself.

Came back inside and a few minutes later I heard a loud BANG from the garage. I looked in, and saw that the boxes for recycling had fallen over--they were next to where I'd put the broom back after sweeping off stairs so I assumed the broom had shifted. It didn't seem like enough to have caused that noise, but I shrugged and went back inside.

Just went to run an errand and discovered garage door will not open. Mistress of the obvious that I am it takes me a couple of moments to realize that one of the tracks is seriously broken--the steel spring is gone, the cable is snapped and the rail itself is no longer attached to anything. Amazingly the old fashioned heavy steel spring and the block it was attached to had flown across the tiny garage and bounced off far wall without hitting my car. Other bits and pieces of the system are scattered around.

Happy that my car is okay, but with only one rail, it's unlikely I'll be able to get the garage door raised and get my car out. jpsorrow promises to come over later to mock my pain try to help.
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OMG, I'm writing a fragment of an original poem to put in my fantasy novel. Can I be any more cliched?

P.S. I'm crap at poetry. This is going to suck even more than my prose.
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Picked up a catalog for this fall's community educaction classes offered by the local community college. Was considering brushing up on my Spanish, but these gems caught my eye:

The Myers-Briggs Type Indicator: Personality, Archetypes and Angels. From the course description: Discover how your "type" can open doors to new understanding of your spiritual life.

Prosperity as Spiritual Law

The Art of Hiring Someone to Write Your Book. Hmm...

Literature for Leadership. A management course discussing Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller, Notes from Underground by Dostoevsky, Antigone by Sophocles, Glengarry Glenn Ross by David Mamet. Actually this one sounds interesting.

Angel Secrets From the course description: "Techniques (meditations, board and pendulum, sense memory, and automatic "hunt and peck") for contacting the angelic world. Along with other courses on related themes including Contacting Your Spirit Guides & Angels, Astral Travel: How To Induce Out-of-Body Experiences, Connecting With the Other Side, Past Lives and the Lives Between.

Makes you wished you lived here, doesn't it?

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