One good thing to be said about three day weekends with what the media calls “dangerous” wind chills? A wonderful opportunity to gather around the fireplace and read. In fact, even with all but one daughter home, there’s been little television and mostly reading (my only trips being to the library and to a hockey game, of course). Thus, a few odds and ends:
- Cory Doctorow points us to a story on the SF writers in a purported vast A-bomb conspiracy.
- C. Max Magee helps us with a summary of the many rules of writing.
- Clive Thompson argues that SF is the last great literature of ideas. (Via.)
- The inimitable To The Best of Our Knowledge looks at post-apocalyptic fiction.
- A CJR column wonders about a union for bloggers (which, of course, would only include “professionals,” not “amateurs.”)
- One more note about CJR, to which I subscribed again for the first time in probably 20 years. The fact the back cover of the latest issue is an ad for a television show that just happens to be the subject of the cover story gives me serious second thoughts about my decision.
Winter is not a season in the North Middlewest; it is an industry.
Sinclair Lewis, Main Street
