Craft – Motivation

Anna dropped to her knees on the mat and placed her fists, first two knuckles only, just out from her shoulder width.  She crossed her ankles and raised herself on just the toes of her bottom foot into push-up position. One, two, three, four, five, six . . . she pumped them off quickly, including her

Mathematician Conspiracy

I started my college math class today, and learned something, too:  There is a great math conspiracy bent on making the rest of us look like snivelling fools. Math really isn’t that complicated, so long as you stay in the reasonable levels of practical application.  Even beyond that I’ve heard it’s not so bad, and hey–how

Homey Crafts

My daughter talked me into starting a hat for her a couple weeks back.  She chose a spool of yarn in rainbow hues and we bought a corking round, but I didn’t get far on the project because of course I have very little time to sit quietly and let my hands work. Today we

This Week In Words (10-1-06)

Muzzy >adj. 1. Unable to think clearly; confused: she was shivering and her head felt muzzy from sleep. Not thought out clearly; vague: society’s muzzy notion of tolerance. 2. (of a person’s eyes or a visual image) blurred: a slightly muzzy picture. (of a sound) indistinct: the bass and drums are, even on CD, appallingly

WOTF Quarter 3 Entry

At 3:00pm, eastern standard time, I joined the pilgrimage of WOTF hopefuls from all around the world.  I posted my Keela story (a.k.a. Voice of the Sea) to the Writer’s of the Future Contest. Some may believe the seasons hold sway in the hearts of man, but within the red-eyed world of wannabe proffessional speculative

Craft – Time Dragging Slowly

Sharan jumped down the stairs, two at a time, and dodged out the broad front doors.  She slowed her pace as she skimmed through the crowd of students, then broke into a trot.  If she could just hurry, if the 3:06 bus could be a little late, she would still make it.  She swung round the corner of a

Fatty Foods Prohibition

What with the food banning proposed in NYC and lawsuits elsewhere, I’m thinking that we’ll soon see ‘speak easies’ for fatty fried foods such as the eternally evil McDonald’s french fries. I can see it now– the dark alley and back door entrance.  The soft knock and murmured password.  The hooded, hidden figure shows you to your

A Day on the Wild Side

We took the kids (on Saturday, I’m behind) to the Carnivore Preservation Trust, just outside of Pittsboro.  It’s a very cool and happening place with leopards (including the last Barbary), ocelots, tigers, servals and, of course, the darling but ferocious kinkajous.  Yes, that’s the same little critter that bit Paris Hilton . . . and then ordered out for a

Jupiter World Press Closing

Mary, editor-in-chief, emailed this morning to say she is closing JWP.  Of course we’re all sad to see it go, because it was fun and had potential, but I find I’m feeling the most bummed because now I have nothing to put on my ‘publications’ page.  Rather a self-centered attitude, no doubt. On the positive side, that empty page