Mar. 26th, 2013

wolfface
And suddenly it's Tuesday. This time thing is weird. It crawled like a crawling thing Thursday. FridaySaturdaySundayMonday? Whoosh.

Our concert went really, really well. The community center that hosted it is very happy, which makes us very happy. They made eighty dinners, all of which sold, and they hosted a successful bar. I know, because I bought the last cold beer around 9PM, just before the second half started, and then had to arm-wrestle the WBH over the last third. Full house, all 120 tickets sold, with sad folks turned away at the door. How surprised they were that a Cape Breton traditional music concert would sell out. Really? With the quality of the music and the exhausting and relentless promotion that both the radio station and we've been doing for weeks? Oh, we're supposed to let you in for free? And why is that? I'm the official bad guy, and I just have to say that turning on the sad face or the pissy face isn't going to work. Sign up for the email list and buy your tickets earlier than the day of the concert.

We are full of the community center love. Not only did they make an incredible dinner and host a bar, when it was time for the dreaded break-down and clean-up, they told us not to worry about putting the chairs away or doing any cleaning. All we had to do was help the sound guy get his tons of equipment stowed. We made it home by midnight, toasted the great music and great audience and people, and keeled over.

Saturday? I vaguely remember driving up to town to deposit checks and stop at our favorite bar/pizzeria for some well-earned calzones and pints of Arrogant Bastard. After that, brain turned to mush. Sunday? Sloth, idleness, some cooking, and yes, more sloth. Monday's high point was finishing...

Frankenstein's Cat - Cuddling Up to Biotech's Brave new Beasts by Emily Anthes. When NPR's "Fresh Air" isn't all about television shows and musicians, there are occasional interviews with authors that make me hit our local library system's website and put immediate hold requests on books. This was one of them. Anthes's prose has a lovely wry tweak while delivering a lot of information. Whether the topic is about glowing green cats, the high cost of cloning your pet, remote controlled rats/roaches/beetles, or prosthetics for dolphins, she does a damn find job of discussing the science and the ethnics. If you're a science fiction writer, you owe it to yourself to read this slim gem. If you got your biology degree thirty-plus years ago like I did, this is a book to make you feel stupid. I had many moments of "Wow! When did they learn how to do that?" and "Wait, they told us that was impossible!"

Cross-posted from dreamwidth.org

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