SUSHI AND AN EARLY REVIEW
Today at 3:30 in the morning, I was poking around the internet (read: not writing a paper for library school), and I came across an early review by Karen L. Newman of Tangent magazine for the December/January issue of The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, in which my story, "Bad Matter" appears. The review, here, includes a short synopsis of each piece in the issue, including mine. Ack! Suddenly, the idea that people other than my immediate family and friends are going to be commenting on my work is very real. I'm happy with Newman's response to my story (Among other things, she says, "This story stands out, not just for the strong writing, but that it lacks a hopefulnes common in a lot of science fiction." Hooray!), and the company I'm in. I mean, the issue's cover has a flaming hellscape on it. How can you go wrong?
I haven't been blogging much this past month, but that doesn't mean I haven't been busy. As part of a project for work, I had to teach myself how to make sushi (did I mention that I have the greatest job in the world?), which meant that Jeremy and I ate a lot of it in September. The first few times, I used too much rice and unintentionally ended up making futomaki (i.e. giant sushi rolls), but once I got the hang of it, my sushi actually ended up looking a more or less like what I've eaten at restaurants. Believe me, I was more surprised than you are. After I figured out how to make the roll cooperate with me, I ran across the house to Jeremy's office shouting "I did it! I did it!" and made him come look at what I had done. Here, as proof, is a sashimi tuna, avocado, and cucumber roll I made:
It tasted pretty good, too, and it looks like I managed not to give either of us any intestinal parasites! Always a plus. .
In other news, my (not so) little sister and brother were in town for a Decemberists concert at the late last month. We had a great time, although the sound was a little off during the first part of the show. Jeremy and I had traveled to Raleigh at the beginning of the summer to catch one of their earlier shows in the current tour, and were completely blown away. The band played all the way through "The Hazards of Love" their current album/"folk opera," and then came back for a second set. I've spent a lot of breath gushing about the Decemberists in past posts, so I won't make you suffer through more of it now. But I will post these photos.Colin Meloy, in full rock god mode.
(No, I wasn't that close to the stage, but I was close enough that my camera's relatively crappy zoom lens was able to take this picture.)
Also, I grew this pumpkin. In my garden. Not on my person.