There's a Nebula in the House!

Karen Fowler is staying at my house and last night she won the Nebula* for 'Best Short Story'. There was much rejoicing!

*Disclaimer: The Nebula is not actually at the house because if you take a Nebula on a plane in your luggage they sometimes come apart. So the Nebula is being mailed to Santa Cruz and did not leave with Karen last night.

And this Nebula pictured above is not actually Karen's Nebula. I found it on the Internet and do not know who received this one.

BoingBoing

Small Beer Press is releasing Mothers & Other Monsters under a creative commons license, which is cool enough.

But Bob is really happy because I've been BoingBoing'd!

Dog Archeolgy

When Hudson is bored, sometimes he goes under the deck and scoots around in the low space on his belly doing dog archeology. Bob sent me this photo of his latest find.

It Seems It Never Rains in Southern California

I basically live in LA these days, toiling on the edges of the film and game industries. Actually I live in Pasadena. But it's real close to LA. I go home to husband and dogs on the weekend.

I live in a studio apartment only half a mile from work, and walk to work ever morning, which is exactly not the LA experience. But other than that, it feels like LA. And frankly, I am completely unable to wrap my head around the sprawling, sun-drenched anarchic thing that is greater LA. I lived in New York, one of the other defining metropoli of the U.S. when I was in my twenties and although it was not always easy, I felt I could 'get' New York City. Maybe it is age. Possibly it is that memory has glossed over the first year in New York when I was pretty miserable.

There is much to like about this place. The Asian food is extraordinary. The weather is a permanent vacation for a midwesterner.

Still I feel utterly out of step.