November 2013 It wasn't dark, and it wasn't light. It wasn't anything except cold.
Ha. I read this in November 2013.
It was about eleven o'clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills.
This book was so like the movie that I kept asking myself if had read it before. But then the book would describe the pornography going on or mention a gay character and I knew it was different.
Also, there's a lot of rain in here. Did it used to rain more often in California?
Here's the titular line:
What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell.
Near Sacramento, California.
Lane, Strike, Turkey. All kinds of puns available.
This is another in the continuing series of wee toaty explorers, a project to keep me busy while I'm on the road. A nice summary is here. The whole set is available if you click on Wee Toaty Explorers.
This was a Golden Age, a time of high adventure, rich living, and hard dying...but nobody thought so.
This is one of those classics of science fiction that I never got around to reading. It's worth tracking this book down, though if you've read The Count of Monte Cristo, you'll have already read this, too.
On a fine warm evening in late summer, over a hundred years ago, a boy might have been seen leading a donkey across Southwark Bridge in the city of London.
This is a part of a series of YA books that I had never heard of before. It was written in the '60s and takes place in an alternate England, where the Hanovers didn't take over. It never got bogged down.
Well, I had this great idea.
On Labor Day, I drove the entire length of California Route 20, east to west, stopping every twenty miles or so to take pictures. I took a lot of pictures.
I came home and I thought I'd make it more interesting. I wouldn't just show pictures from every stop; I'd write a short story around each set. And I did one for mile zero.
I dilly-dallied a bit. I was starting to write a post for the 20ish-mile-marker, where the dead baby lives, but I hadn't quite gotten it all done.
Then my computer crashed. I had a back up of most everything (anyone who started following this blog from its beginning 10 years ago, would be horrified if I hadn't been storing my code in a version control system). My code was safe. My music was safe. A few ancillary record-keeping files and documents about moving were safe.
But something was not right with my backup of pictures. Every picture I've taken with my camera since 2010 is gone. (I have a few pictures taken with my iPhone, but nothing all that interesting).
Gone: All the lakes. All the wee toaty explorers. All the Frankenstein-a-days. And all the 20 on 20 pics.
I'm glad I have a version of all the wee toaty explorers on the blog, but they are all smaller versions than the original files, and there were more angles I kept on hand in case some day I'd like to do something with them.
20 on 20, my shortest series ever.