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Rabbits: Oh good grief. The combing! The shampooing! The heatstroke in summer! Why do we do it to poor helpless fellow-creatures? Probably would look cuter if they had big (visible) eyes. (Rabbits do have a rather bad rep in Terra Australis Incognita, so I do tend to be prejudiced agin them.)
Does anyone have a tradition of saying "rabbits, rabbits, rabbits" quickly the first time you see someone on the First of a Month?
Happy February, all.

That would explain the strange attractiveness of Krispy Kream doughnuts, I guess . . .

What, he got edited? In Texas-speak, this is
usually uttered as "How 'bout them Cowboys!"

Either that, or he was asking about some other cowboys.

The version I was told as a child goes, "Pinch-punch, first-of-the-month. White rabbit! No returns!", accompanied by pinching and punching, of course. And you had to say it quickly to get to "No returns" bit before retaliation.

My crowning glory was when Orycon asked me to appear in a *play* written by Robert Lionel Fanthorpe, who was ont only in attendance but in the cast as well. "Help! I am a character in a Fanthorpe story!"

It's really about time I...revived my piece "The Robert L. Fanthorpe Revival" by posting it to my website. As soon as I find my copy. (I mailed a copy to Fanthorpe, actually, then at a convention handed him an extra copy of that issue that I had run across. I hope he apprecited the sentiment.)

Excerpt from TRANCE Formation of America

The Most Dangerous Game: Revisited

George Bush was highly active in the Lampe, Missouri and Mount Shasta, California retreat compounds. Just like Lampe, Shasta's cover was country music. According to everyone I knew, singer and songwriter Merle Haggard supposedly ran the show at Lake Shasta, diverting any and all attention from the nearby Mount Shasta compound. Shasta was the largest covert mind control slave camp of which I am aware. Hidden in the wooded hills, military fencing corrals an enormous fleet of unmarked black helicopters and more mind controlled military robots than I saw in all of Haiti. This covert military operation served its own agenda, not America's. I was told and overheard that it was a base for the future Multi Jurisdictional Police Force for enforcing order and law in the New World Order. In the center of the high security compound, was another well-guarded military-fenced area that was regarded as a "Camp David" of sorts for those running our country. George Bush and Dick Cheney shared an office there, and claimed the outer perimeter woods as their own hunting ground where they played "A Most Dangerous Game." Predicated on conversations I overheard between the two, it was this world police military background that earned Dick Cheney his cabinet appointment as Secretary of Defense with the Bush Administration.

Houston stayed at Haggard's Lake Shasta resort while Kelly and I were helicoptered to Mount Shasta for our scheduled meeting with Bush and Cheney. The helicopter pilot directed our attention to the military fencing surrounding the outer perimeter of the compound. Rarely did pilots ever speak to either of us, but this one smiled wickedly as he told us we would need to know the outer limits for A Most Dangerous Game.

As soon as we arrived at Bush and Cheney's inner sanctum, noticed George Bush, Jr. was with them. It was my experience that Jr. stood by his father and covered his backside whenever Bush would become incapacitated from drugs or required criminal back up. It appeared that Jr. was there to serve both purposes, while his father and Cheney enjoyed their work-vacation.

Hyper from drugs, Cheney and Bush were eager to hunt their human prey in "A Most Dangerous Game." They greeted me with the rules of the game, ordered me to strip naked despite the cold December winds, and told me in Oz cryptic to "beware of the lions and tigers and bears." Kelly's life became the stakes, as usual, which resurrected my natural and exaggerated programmed maternal instincts. Tears silently ran down my cheeks as Bush told me, "If we catch you, Kelly's mine. So run, run as fast as you can. I'll get you and your little girl, too, because I can, I can, I can. And I will."Cheney, daring me to respond, asked, "Any questions?"

I said, "There's no place to run because there's a fence -- the kind I can't get over. I saw it."

Rather than physically assault me, Cheney laughed at my sense of "no where to run, no where to hide" and explained that a bear had torn a hole in the fence somewhere, and all I had to do is find it. He lowered his rifle to my head and said, "Let the games begin. Go."

Wearing only my tennis shoes, I ran through the trees as fast and as far as I could, which wasn't very far at all. Bush was using his bird dog to track me, the same one that had recently been used with me in bestiality filming as a "Byrd-dog" joke on my owner, Robert C. Byrd. When caught, Cheney held his gun to my head again as he stood over me, looking warm in his sheep skin coat. Bush ordered me to take his dog sexually while they watched, then he and Cheney ushered me back to their cabin.

I pulled on my clothes and sat in the office part of the cabin awaiting instructions. I had no idea where Kelly was, nor do I in retrospect. Bush and Cheney were still in their hunting clothes when the programming session began. Bush said, "You and I are about to embark on a most dangerous game of diplomatic relations. This is my game. You will follow my rules. I will have the distinct advantage of hunting you with my Eye in the Sky (satellite). I'll watch every move you make. As long as you play the game by my rules and make no mistakes, you live. One mistake and I'll get you, my pretty, and your little girl, too. You die, and Kelly will have to play with me. I prefer it that way. Then it will be her most dangerous game. The cards are stacked in my favor because, well, it is my game! Are you game?"

There was no choice. I responded as conditioned, "Yes, Sir! I'm game." The parallels to the Most Dangerous game that had just occurred in the woods were deliberate and intended to make retrieval of memory "impossible" due to crypto-amnesia scrambling.

"Good. Then let the games begin. Listen carefully to your instructions. You have no room for error." Cheney flipped his "game timer" -- an hourglass. Bush continued, "This game is called the King and Eye, and here's the deal. You will be establishing stronger diplomatic relations according to order between Mexico, the U.S., and the Middle East. Your role will require a change of face at each new place. I'll chart your course, define your role, and pull your strings. You'll speak my words when I pull your strings. There is no room for error."

Cheney was half lying across the plain military issue style desk in an apparent drug stupor as Bush talked. Still wearing his hunting coat and hat, Cheney aimed his rifle at me from the desk and threatened, "Or a-hunting we will go." Bush finished Cheney's threat by singing, "We'll catch a fox and put her in a box and lower her in a hole."

Bush looked at Cheney and burst out laughing. The sight of him dressed in his hunting clothes with a huge bore double-barreled shotgun to his shoulder inspired Bush to tell him he "looked like Elmer Fudd." Cheney, imitating the cartoon character, said, "Where is that waskily wabbit?"

Operation The King and Eye would involve Reagan's #1 envoy Philip Habib (who cryptically played the Alice in Wonderland role of the White Rabbit with slaves such as myself) and Saudi Arabian King Fahd. So when Bush referred to the two as "Elmer Fahd and the Waskily Wabbit," he and Cheney laughed until they cried. Since both were already high from drugs anyway, they had a great deal of difficulty maintaining composure long enough to complete my programming.

Further proof I need to stick to doing physics.

People who don't publish in scientific journals usually do not know that, not only don't you get paid, but that you must pay the publisher!

And the referee business differs significantly from the editor business.

I read the Myrtle story linked over in Slushkiller. And got very into the idea of a publication called Little Baby Bunny Stories.

And, now, now you talk about angora bunnies.

And, elsewhere, there is Oolong and Post-Oolong fandom.

Result: I've been spending a lot of time today with beloved plushie Annie Bunny on my lap. Stupid regressive habits. Now I want Kraft Dinner and cute bunny cartoons. Instead, I will probably watch DiGi Charat. It's not the same, I assure you.

I'm not a practicing physicist, by any means...

I was just silly enough to decide I had enough of driving forklifts and making sandpaper... so I went back to school to complete a bachelor's degree. ( I'll be 31 when I graduate this May, with two kids )

I was fortunate enough to land an internship at a nearby school, in their graduate electrical engineering department. When I'm not busy writing MATLAB code, I spend my time going over the journal articles my boss has going in the review process.

Case in point:

An article submitted to an IEEE journal by my supervisor's last PhD advisee in 1999 took three years to get comments back from the first reviewers.

Yes, that's right. 3 years.

The author and his boss made some changes, sent it back-- and waited another two years to hear back... from a different set of reviewers. The first reviewers are no longer available.

Where do I fit in?

I've had to move the paper from WordPerfect to LaTeX... I've had to use the MATLAB code supplied by the original author of the paper to regenerate the original graphs in camera ready form... I've had to edit stuff for flow, and track down additional references to help prove the point...

What do I get?

I'm now named as Third Author.

I did NOT sign up for the Deep Space Planet Future Shovel Action workout that ensued after I'd stuck the dumptruck while plowing and had to dig it out... thrice with the digging. (Yes, it does have 4WD. You try turning a dumptruck with plow around on a lane-and-a-half dirt road in a foot of snow. Let me know how you do. Also. Road is non-level, icy, and has a 3' ditch on the downhill side. This is a nontrivial operation.) Three minuses for shovel action.

I did not sign up for wet pants, wet boot-liners that turned my socks blue, or wet mittens. Two minuses for wet, because turning my socks blue is disturbing. (I think the felt boot-liners are made out of blue. Just blue. They're not new, and they still make my socks blue every time I wear them.)

Ah, well. So that's six on the down side, but we're not done counting yet.

All the equipment (besides the dumptruck, the equipment includes a bulldozer and a bucket loader) is not-broken, not-stuck, and safely parked for the evening. This is a definite plus.

I have dry clothes on and I'm warm. Add two to the plus side of the equation. (If you think these do not count as pluses, try wearing wet clothes in the cold.)

I have fresh coffee and I just ate dinner. Two more to the plus side.

The mittens and boot-liners are drying on the mantle of the fireplace, which contains a warm and toasty fire. They'll be dry in an hour or two, so that I can set them aside for the morning. Two more points to the good... one for dry gear in the morning and one for a toasty warm fire right now.

The driveway has been shovelled (this is my own personal driveway, not the road out to the paved road) with room for parking both vehicles. Both vehicles are cleaned off and ready to use. There's a clear path to the woodpile and also one to the birdfeeder. Two more points for addressing these home front items.

It is NOT SNOWING NOW and the temperature is above freezing. Two points for suddenly-cooperative weather.

I'm going to declare a win, here. Tomorrow is another day.

(How is this related to anything? It isn't, but I wanted to share.)

Maybe it's time to apply again....

Coffee. Up nose. Ow. But totally worth it.

Color me juvenile, but the "three-position hen" makes me giggle like a schoolgirl.

Reading the triffic "Fabric of the City" post, I noticed this:
"It’s no accident that so many fantasies have been written about underground New York."
I was wondering if anyone could suggest a few, or any New York-based urban fantasy. I can't think of any, unless you count Jennifer Toth's "Mole People" (and I do). Any suggestions at all would thrill and amaze and make my day.

Oh yeah?

Ghostbusters II!

This version is by Duane Elms (as credited at the bottom of the second link) and, IIRC, his title is "Threes 2.0" I'm pretty sure it dates back considerably farther than 1994; somewhere in the mid-80, I think.

It feels very odd to see a song I liked nearly 20 years ago show up here...

For New York genre novels, see:

Science Fiction/Fantasy Genre: Cities

Page takes a while to load, but includes list of some New York Fantasies, as well as other cities, including:

"Ariel", by Stephen Boyett (1983): New York

"Animal Planet", by Scott Bradfield (1995): New York

"The Passion of New Eve", by Angela Carter (1977): New York

several novels, by Jerome Charyn: New York

"Little, Big", by John Crowley (1981): New York

"Funny Papers", by Tom de Haven (1985): New York

"So, You Want to Be a Wizard", by Dianne Duane (1983): New York

"The Wizard of 4th Street", by Simon Hawke (1987): New York

"Winter's Tale", by Mark Helprin (1993): New York

"Falling Angel", by William Hjortsberg (1978): New York

"The Werewolf's Tale", by Richard Jaccoma (1988): New York

"Down Town: A Fantasy", by Tappan King & Viido Polikarpus (1985): New York

"The Game of Thirty", by William Kotzwinkle (1994): New York

"Freddie the Piegeon", by Seymour Leichman (1972): New York

and others

Many Fantasies are set in a fabulous alternative London (Robert Louis Stevenson, G. K. Chesterson, the art of Gustave Dore), New York (as Superman's "Metropolis" and Batman's "Gotham City"), Baghdad or Cairo, but the
City as such is rarely the theme in these cases. The above analysis draws
significantly from "The Encyclopedia of Fantasy" by John Clute & John
Grant, New York: St.Martins, 1997, pp.975-976.

John Clute explicitly gave me permission to quote from his encyclopedia, and kindly says that he uses my online one to assist his work.

Are you troubled by Arachibutyrophobia (fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth)? Or Dextrophobia (fear of objects at the right side of the body)? How about Zemmiphobia (fear of the great mole rat)? Well, The Phobia Clinic can help.

"The Phobia Clinic's 24-hour Zemmiphobia and Fear of the Great Mole Rat program offers guaranteed relief. ...each year, this surprisingly common phobia causes countless people needless distress. To add insult to an already distressing condition, most zemmiphobia therapies take months or years..."

Just go to http://www.changethatsrightnow.com/problem_detail.asp?PhobiaID=1932&SDID=732 and click on any of hundreds of phobias, and you can see the EXACT SAME PAGE promising to cure you of your fear of whatever.

Ah, the joys of ASP scripts. Thanks to Jay Lake for pointing this one out.

So would Arachnibutyrophobia be fear of spiders sticking to the roof of the mouth, or fear of peanut butter sticking to spiders? My Greek is rusty.

http://www.salon.com/news/wire/2004/02/04/gene/index.html

Jack Finney's "The Third Level" is probably the best known Underground NYC fantasy story, set underneath GCT. Finney also wrote TIME AND AGAIN, a well-known (and quite good) time-travel story set mainly in 1882 NY. There's a sequel, FROM TIME TO TIME, which is worthwhile if you liked the first one, but not, I think, as good.

DOWN TOWN, by Viido Polikarpus and Tappan King (with whom some of you may well be acquainted), is a swell story about a mythic/fantastic NYC; it's technically a YA book, but don't worry about that.

I would also recommend Mark Helprin's WINTER'S TALE.

Oh, and JVP: Kotzwinkle's GAME OF THIRTY isn't a fantasy novel, no matter what list you found it on. Good book, though a long way from the author's best, but not fantasy.

As for Threes, Rev. 2.0, I have the album it's recorded on, and it was recorded 1990. Always possible the artist was performing it earlier than that, however. (Sigh... one of these days, I'm going to try and talk Cat into letting me do that Filk omnibus review...)

David Moles: "So would Arachnibutyrophobia be fear of spiders sticking to the roof of the mouth, or fear of peanut butter sticking to spiders? My Greek is rusty."

I think there should be a special penalty for people who try to make me snort apple juice into my salad... That said, if the French is anything like the Greek, 'Arachi-' is the 'Peanut' part of the term... so spiders-to-mouth it is.

On another thread, anyone who was at World Horror in KC, MO, or knows Dee Willis -- SHE GOT A NEW HEART YESTERDAY! (she was the chair... had to take a back seat to cochair due to health). It's a modern miracle, apparently she's sitting up and eating solid food, and probably feeling better than she has since she was a child, I think the start of the damage was rheumatic fever and she was supposed to not live to 21... she's made to early 40s! We in KC have a lot to be thankful for, she's a good friend and great fan.

Anyone who knows her, and wants to pass along good wishes, email me at dragonet@kc.rr.com.

And, because it's late and I'm free-associating filk and large words about behavioral disorders, here's Rhinotillexomania (by Michael Longcor, who's well worth hearing despite this song :-)

All the more reason to rejoice when good books *don't* vanish without trace, while bad ones inevitably leap onto the bestseller lists with very little interference from editors or reviewers. I'm awed by the hard work put in by great editors like Teresa; by comparison, we reviewers have it easy (even if the "Ugh" or "Not My Thing" galleys do sometimes form tottering heaps in my back room!).

For your world, plumbing work is horribly expensive and disruptive... I hope they get it fixed. Indoor plumbing is one of the world's great inventions and in a choice between water/sewer and electric, I'd vote for 'no electric' any day.

We're city mice, we live in one of the nicest neighborhoods close to downtown KC, MO, Hyde Park. And I'll take a city sewer line over septic tank any day, I've lived with one of those.

They did put disinfectant and air freshener down in the basement, the house smells much better now. But water won't run out until the line is replaced, which they can't bet started today, because we're having a fairly heavy snowfall for our area (apologies, NY, y'all are going to get it on the overnight/tomorrow....straight from the midwest/southwest)

So what the heck. I based it on an H. Or I should say an "h" as there were no upper cases (if memory serves). My illumination showed the monks looking apprehensive as a ship of devil-horned Nord punks looms off the coast. Yeah, I understand the horned helmets are now as inoperative as dodos with thumbs.

That reminds me, here's a tip for folks with unusual names: you can cut your name off your old credit cards to make tiny vanity plates for toy cars. Enjoy.

(1) After my mother died of ovarian cancer at age 46, I cooked a 17-course Thanksgiving dinner for my grieving father and siblings, at my New Jersey apartment. 5 minutes before they arrived, vast quantities of sewage backed up into the house and overflowed from all toilets, sinks, bathtubs... "That doesn't smell like turkey" said my brother as I opened the front door...

(2) Immediately after I moved into the 11-room 1930 home in the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains, the flaws concealed by the seller and missed by the inspector began to rampage. I'd moved my boxes of most precious papers, including the letters from said deceased mother, onto the floor of one particular room. But the hot water tank for the solar-power water-heating system was cracked, and that room started filling up with water, destroying the bottom-level boxes of papers. And, oh yes, my most precious cache of science fiction magazines from the 1920s-1940s, including excellent quality Fantasy & SF #1, and other goodies. Literally turned them back to pulp.

(3) Have a nice cleaning lady who comes in once or twice a month. We watch her children sometimes, meet her husband, nice family. One day she brought a new assistant, who clumsily knocked glass-paned paintings from walls, and did other things. Suddenly the ladies were shrieking "Meester Post! Meester Post!". Vast cascades of water were pouring through the light fixture in the ceiling of the dining room, among other things ruining the autographed first editions of some Asimov, Clarke, and Heinlein books on the dining room table. The assistant kept saying "I deedn't do nothing." And would not tell me what she'd been doing in the bathroom on the second floor. Hence, I had to assume a leaking pipe, and shut off all water to the house for about 4 days, during which we had no working bathrooms, and had to get take-out meals. A couple of weeks later I got the story that, as the cleaning ladies had driven away, the clumsy assistant admitted to the supervisor that she HAD done something to "that place where you brush your teet." She didn't know the word "sink" (and I don't known the Spanish word myself). To this day, water sometimes comes through the lighting, filling up the globe that surrounds the lightbulb, and peels paint from the ceiling.

Remember that Three Stooges episode where Curly, Larry, and Moe are plumbers at a mansion, and get the plumbing so messed up that Curly can't get out of the bathtub, light comes from the showerhead, and water bursts from the lights? Not so funny to me anymore.

But, at least I have a house. For someone who grew up in a rent-controlled apartment in Brooklyn Heights, New York, that's wonderful. I do know what it is to be homeless. I lived in an airconditioning duct for months, once.

In re “Thankful Sherman” — Thankful doesn’t really trip off the tongue, but it’s a shame we don’t run across names like “Azariah Bliss” more often these days.

Some choice favourites from the last month's pack of spammers' names:

Queen Carrier
Hench H. Dissembles
Sammy Money
Extent L. Misused
Socorro Sloan
Abraham Yu
Constance Ponce

And my absolute favourite:

Raffle S. Resonantly

See what you miss by having an efficient anti-spamming service?

www.homemade-sex-toys.com

After all, there is something about store-bought versus homemade, don't you think?

NelC: the paradigm shift on "manuscript" (bleached smoothed pressed finer/wood pulp vs. machine-readable data) has a fractal border, slowly moving. Some places took mss by file as early as 1973, in my experience. Others still don't.

I lost about $5,000 on a co-authored business book once because I was delivering my chapters on time, digitally, and the recipient didn't consider that actual delivery, held up my checks, and went nuts over the standard clause in Writers Guild contracts that say that if either coauthor dies, the remaining one can finish it, and split all royalties %50/%50 with the other's estate. He read that as license for me to murder him!

He tried to finish the book himself, completely blew it, and then burned his bridges with the prestigious publisher by misunderstanding their letter to him.

At least I got a great lunch at a very expensive restaurant for my son and I, to sign with the ex-co-author the Mutual General Release and Settlement.

IEEE Computer Magazine not only accepted email attachments of all drafts of my Jan 2000 Cover Article on Computers and Science Fiction, paid timely, gave me many free copies, but they even put the article up on some web sites, for me to link to.

By the way, I just finished reading Cory Doctorow's "Eastern Standard Tribe" this morning. Yay, Tor, for buying the hardcopy! What a fun and clever and fifteen minutes into the future novel! Please see his cover art, links, etc. on Boing Boing, folks. We're talking Nebula Recommendation here.

At this point, in light of recent conversation here, I have to wonder how long this thing sat on the slush pile... ;)

So what the heck. I based it on an H. Or I should say an "h" as there were no upper cases (if memory serves).

The Book of Kells is written in insular half uncial, which had only one "case". ("Case" is an anachronism though, since it refers to the technology of printing presses. As would "font" be.) There are no K's because it's in Latin and Latin seldom -- never is too strong, but almost never -- uses K.

I also did a college paper on a page from Kells. Mine was the Chi-Rho, page, which is dominated by the X, which looks sort of K-ish -- it's very kicky; it looks like someone dancing! -- so you could have used it.

I still love this page!

Science Fiction and Fantasy About Mathematics

Warning: loads slowly (over 450 Kilobytes) because the new material is an anchor within an encyclopedia of Science Fiction and Fantasy by subgenre/theme.

There are likely to be errors and omissions (I don't have all pub dates), which I will be happy to have corrected.

"Happy to have corrected" should be an operative phrase for dealing with rejection letters. All they cost you is postage and waiting; they may have invaluable advice from dedicated professional editors!

Does anyone know a good, free, online calculator for Gamma Functions of complex arguments?

Oh yeah, I went ahead and borrowed the whole thing from myself for a Christmas card that year. I used a large "h" for happy, and continued the sentiment inside, where it could be different happy things for different recipients. If I didn't have the newsy letter on the back, we could have saved it for a birthday card.

Glancing at them, I saw that one bore the title THE ART OF MEDIEVAL SPAM.

Say what? I shifted my position a bit, and saw that glare from the front window had obscured the last word of the title. The book was actually THE ART OF MEDIEVAL SPAIN.

*whew* For a moment there, I had a mental image of a tunic-clad guy with a paint-pot and a dead horse, writing THOU TOO MAYST BE AS HUNG AS THYS HORSE on the animal's side before catapulting it over a castle's walls.

I had Dr. Geoffrey Landis and Dr. Mary Turzillo meet me at Vroman's to say hello to Mr. Gibson. But is was beyond a line. It was individual rows of seated people with harcovers in hand being called up to wait in the line.

So I, the lowest-ranking SF person, asked a store assistant manager what the protocol was for Nebula and Hugo winners to say hello to the star, without disrupting the autographing. We were whisked ahead of the line of lines, chatted for about 40 seconds each, then peeled away.

Mr. Gibson was good natured, but somewhat shellshocked by the magitude of his publicity tour, I thought.

As with Terry Pratchett or J. K. Rowling, and perhaps Neal Stephenson, Bill Gibson is reaching some people who might not read any other book this year.

Hugos and Nebulas are very nice, but achieving the level of 2nd richest woman in Great Britain (JKR), or books sell in stores that sell no other books (TP), or New York Times Bestseller (NS) or cover of Rolling Stone (WG) are extremely important in affecting the wider culture, which is the didactic propaganda self-fulfilling prophecy agenda of Science Fiction, as H. G. Wells taught us.

On the other hand, someone in the audience at the reading asked Mr.Gibson if he was an effective prophet.

"Are you kiding?" he asked, in a self-depreciating tone. "In Neuromancer I had all the isolated people. No cell phones!"

That's what happened on the ground today in one of the Caucuses that matters.

NelC: Since no one else seems to have addressed your question: There are various ways books are submitted these days. (I'm talking entire books, now, not shorter stories or articles.) When they are submitted originally, they are usually still in hard-copy format, i.e., an actual MS. When a final copy of a book that is under contract is submitted, it is often sent in both electronic and hard-copy format. But even if it is sent entirely electronically, it will still be as a hard copy that the editor, copy editor, and proofreader will deal with it.

Sometimes a printout of the original electronic file gets so marked up, revised, and/or added to that it turns back into a manuscript, and the book is set directly from the marked-up printout. At a house where the rule is to write queries and comments onn the MS. rather than on separate flags or sheets of paper, the margins can grow to resemble a bathroom-wall dialogue.

Someday sooner or later we'll probably be doing it all on some giant server with PDF files and electronic blacklining programs and all that. But not yet.

Or that you had readers who realized you were talking chemistry and unconsciouly translated "sublimate" to "sublime"....

It should be noted, however, that clicking on the link returns a list of the commenter in question's postings to Electrolite, not to Making Light.

I'll address it after getting some sleep. If I try it right now, all our posts will come out in Chinese.

*in the academic argot, Selbstlautsdurchsuchung und Vernichtungsmachen.

There wasn't anything like that when he read up here at UW, but maybe there weren't any Hugo or Neb winners in the room. I wonder if that means anyone could have nominated themselves "lowest-ranking SF person" and demanded an audience?

If UW = University of Washington, then you guys probably see more of Gibson, as he lives up in Vancouver. Also, is "China First" still on about 45th & U? One of my favorite Chinese Restaurants, mentioned in my Nebula Preliminary Ballot story "Stop-It-Now.". And the Blue Moon bar? Both my wife and I have been keynote speakers at the UW Computer Faire. Does that still go on? If UW =/= University of Washington, never mind

Damm Bruce, I'm going to be thinking about that image for hours . . .

MKK--somebody let me know if anything good happens

What's worse than form rejections?
Piratical bath room supplies.
Non-Standard Units of Measurement.
A gallery of secret writing.
Getting Jesus to appear.
Tacos with legs.

Everybody knows
What happened
Everybody knows
What happened
What happened
What happened
Everybody knows
Everybody knows

...or something like that.

http://www.nesfa.org/boskone/schedule.html

http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/02/12/offbeat.barbie.breakup.ap/index.html

"Damm Bruce, I'm going to be thinking about that image for hours . . ."

Well, thank you, Claude. I'm always pleased to plant a disturbing image in someone's mind.

(If I ever get a website of my own set up, I'll have to reprint the "oral birth" cover I did for an old AZAPA mailing.)

"We are returning your manuscript unread. Please follow standard manuscript-format guidelines for future submissions. Thank you."

WANT!

I'm wondering, "Should I?"

(If nothing else, you gotta love the attitude that lets one give one's book a title like that!)

My Dad, and my maternal Grandad, both worked at the Lino at Broadheath in Altrincham for donkeys years. Dad was a clark but Grandad, Perseverance Skinner, was a forman on the shop floor.

You knew when it was midday and when it was five o'clock when the horn went and all the dads came out on their bikes.

I have a couple of matrix (matrices?) still here somewhere.

The works survived up until the eighties, repairing and replacing parts for Linotype machines still in use in India and China.

Sadly all gone now, even the football pitch has been built on.
I would go and watch the Lino team when they played at home (if it wasn't a Saturday when Dr Who was on, some things were sacred, even my Dad came home early to watch Dr Who with me) as Dad was their treasurer and if it rained, would go play in the bomb shelters with the other kids.

My Dad, and my maternal Grandad, both worked at the Lino at Broadheath in Altrincham for donkeys years. Dad was a clark but Grandad, Perseverance Skinner, was a forman on the shop floor.

You knew when it was midday and when it was five o'clock when the horn went and all the dads came out on their bikes.

I have a couple of matrix (matrices?) still here somewhere.

The works survived up until the eighties, repairing and replacing parts for Linotype machines still in use in India and China.

Sadly all gone now, even the football pitch has been built on.
I would go and watch the Lino team when they played at home (if it wasn't a Saturday when Dr Who was on, some things were sacred, even my Dad came home early to watch Dr Who with me) as Dad was their treasurer and if it rained, would go play in the bomb shelters with the other kids.

http://www.wonderful-things.com/newknit.htm

It doesn't require a whole book. It should take you maybe three hours to learn to cast on and get the knit/purl thing going at a modest rate. From there on out, it's a matter of practice.

Is it fun? Pretty much, yeah. Clickit, clickit, clickit go the needles. Kind of neat, really.

"Philosophical basis of Yes, Minister" is really just a glossary with some philosophy hidden in it (especially the concept of "going native" which is at the heart of the show, and yes it's a real term in British politics).

There are a few inaccuracies, however. The writer is a little confused about the relationship between the overlapping concepts of ministers, cabinet ministers, and secretaries of state. Also:

Backbenchers are members of any party, not just the governing party, who are not party or government spokespeople;

The Deputy Leader is NOT first in line to become Prime Minister (or party leader if the party is out of office), but merely becomes acting leader if the office is vacated suddenly (e.g. death of the Labour Party leader in 1994) until an election for the office is held. Which will almost invariably be someone else (as it was in that case);

Lord President and Lord Privy Seal are not necessarily "useless non-jobs" though they can be: they're usually the official titles of people like the chief whip and the floor leader, which are not themselves official titles.

Thank you. We now return you to our regular chatter.

Scientists are finding that, after all, love really is down to a chemical addiction between people

Odd, this explains Love with analysis of Vole biology, without (unless I missed it) pointing out that VOLE is an anagram of LOVE. Or of making a Darwinian abbreviation of EVOL. I like such multiple anagrams of related words, such as PARENTAL and PRENATAL and PATERNAL.

Second, as Cory Doctorow gasps at on BoingBoing:

Isaac Asimov's Science Fiction Magazine is obscene in Michigan?

I'd guess that either of these is more interesting to you than that I can now represent all whole numbers from 1 through 625 out of four copies of "pi" plus some math symbols...

Interesting wool and fractal rugs. Granted, the latter is more a cool idea than actual rug--but the possibility is pretty cool.

Where's Ralph Nader when we need him?

In part just because it's fun to watch Slashdotters twitch in all the expected ways when people start reviewing sci-fi with one typical bias or another.

Upon further reflection, the very nice (and not untrue) things said about Teresa's work in the Koufax Awards announcment probably didn't hurt either.

You know, by lessening them. The demands. For, um, that bandwidth.

(Note to self: new rule. Always hit "preview" one more time than you think you actually need to.)

---L.

---L.

Supporting the eccentric requirements of for-pay browsers like Opera is not really something I can manage. (And no, I don't regard Opera as free just because you can use an ad-infected version without giving them money.)

I will note that Opera is increasingly the despair of webmasters everywhere.

If it's any consolation, Electrolite now has a full-fledged alternate version (jokingly referred to on my front page as "ElectroLighter") that uses a single-column layout for its front page and for all individual-entry pages. So far Making Light's somewhat simpler two-column structure, with all the sidebar stuff following the main body text in the actual HTML, has meant we didn't need a "Making Lighter", but if it proves to be the case that we really do need one, well, having now sweated out one of the most badly-written sections of MT's documentation, I now know how to do it...

It's too early for me to give results to the Slushkiller thread, but I've been submitting Mathematics papers to journals at, for me, a record-setting pace.

I was up to 2:00 a.m. last night cutting back and forth between two papers in progress, typing text for one while the computer was running Python to grind out numbers for the other.

Fueled by fresh-ground Trader Joe's Columbia Supremo arabica coffee, and Hot & Sour Soup (not in the same cup), I managed to finish, proofread, and print both papers today, for snailmail submission tomorrow.

Today's output:

(1) "Triangular Dodecagonal Numbers", for Mathematics Magazine;

(2) "Dodecagonal Squares from Fibonacci Numbers", for Fibonacci Journal.

These two follow on the heels of the others I've submitted this month and last month:

(3) "Triangular Carmichael Numbers: The First 22 Identified", submitted to American Mathematics Monthly on Friday;

(4) "Iterated Triangular Numbers", submitted to Mathematics Magazine in early January (as I'd posted on this blog, it literally came to me in a dream);

(5) "Iterated Polygonal Numbers", submitted to Mathematics Magazine, mid-January 2004

and the three I'm presenting at the 5th International Conference on Complxity Science, Boston, May:

(6) "Imaginary Mass, Momentum, and Acceleration: Physical or Nonphysical?" coauthored with my wife and son, submitted January 2004;

(7) "The Evolution of Controllability in Enzyme System Dynamics", a polished-up fragment of my unpublished 1977 dissertation;

(8) "Adaptation and Coevolution on an Emergent Global Competitive Landscape"
Author #1 = Professor Philip Vos Fellman, Southern New Hampshire University
Author #2 = Professor Jonathan Vos Post, Woodbury University
Author #3 = Roxana Wright, Southern New Hampshire University

And, at the same time, my work-in-progress for papers #9 and #10 are online as my web pages for "The Four Nines Puzzle" and "The Four Pi Puzzle."

I'm not just using this blog as a soap box to boast. Rather, I am reporting the first time that I have experienced the mathematical equivalent of a writer's frenzy. There have been times where I was writing one or more poems a day, and submitting many, and publishing some.

There have been times where I wrote two short stories in a week.

I knew of a writers workshop in Seattle that has students write a short story every day for a full month.

There is an addictive euphoric effect in such hyperproductivity. It may distort the critical faculties. I'll need to pay CLOSE attention to referee and editors' comments.

Artur Rimbaud wrote about this experience, as he stayed up all night smoking hashish and writing revolutionary symbolist poetry and prose poems, and feeling elated as the sun rose after the allnighter.

Have other authors felt the same kind of rush? And is the expected upside of what becomes a writers block at the downside, for those tending towards manic depressive cycles?

The good news is, my wife is a scientist and author also, so she is supportive and congratulatory, which keeps me going. As is my son.

My dog could not care less. She wonders why I've been less responsive than usual to pawing at my lap while I'm typing frantically on the PC.

"Math is hard. Let's go shopping."

I'm sorry to hear that Opera is an annoyance to webmasters, because as a user I find it much more flexible than other browsers I've tried (yes, that includes Firebird, or whatever it's been renamed to).

Anyway, thanks for Electrolighter and the rest of the user-friendly efforts on the site.

I have to admit that I'm not real clear on why Opera's far-from-excessive cost should make it any less deserving of consideration than the various free browsers out there, since presumably the people who are using the for-pay version find something in it worth the price.

I still use Opera (instead of Fire[fox,bird]) because it's the only current browser that runs with any reasonable speed on my old and creaky W95 PC. And even v7 was a performance hit over v6. Size matters.

---L.

AIIEEEE!

That is probably the most horrifying thing I've read in the past year.

Terry K

The seperate key sets for upper and lower case, the easy toggle of the keys (with a layout that made two-finger typing fast as blazes. There were a couple of printers who were but a blur of flickering wrists) the clicks of the dies sliding into the trough, those would have been enough.

Add the hiss of the lead, and the drop of the arm, followed but the clattering of the dies sliding along the roof, to fall into the sets, and it was more than enough.

Then the matrices, the dull gloss of the slugs and the "fun" of playing pressman, fitting them all together, reading them, in reverse; grey on grey, printing a test, proofing it, adjusting the leading (with 1 pt. strips of lead) and after it was all done, locking it down, running the page and sending to the photographer to be shot.

Heady stuff.

And almost as dead as the dodo.

Terry K.

A modest proposal:

Hey -- wanna help create a WSFS constitutional crisis? I am about to suggest a Terribly Evial Thing from reading tonight's SMOFS digest. There's been a lot of discussion there over whether something like Making Light is actually a fanzine. Well, why don't we see how many nominations we can actually get for Making Light as Best Fanzine?

If you've got five other nominations that you like better, by all means use them; but if you're not using up all the nominations, consider using one for this forum. Personally, I find it much more interesting than most of the fanzines I see (not that many these days, unfortunately) and of the quality of many fmz that have deserved prior nomination.

This concept is being put forth with neither the knowledge or consent of any other person. I'm not completely sober when putting it forth. But overall, I think it'll make for interesting discussion both here and in the SMOFfish community if there are actually significant nominations.

Please state any opposing views. I'm hoping to expand discussion rather than incite flames.

This is, IMHO, a necessary crisis. If Web-published stories can win Nebula or Hugo, why not open up the Fan and semipro categories to this 21st Century Way Of Life? Or "Best Dramatic Presentation"?

I'm willing to vote for Making Light as best fanzine.

It is the only fanzine that I still read first thing in the morning or last thing before sleep!

But don't expect commenters to blogs to thereby gain entrance to First Fandom for quite some time...

To continue my tale from 22 Feb 2004, I was actually at the Post Office with my 3 copies of
"Dodecagonal Squares from Fibonacci Numbers", in a 9x12 envelope correctly addressed to the Editor of what I thought was Fibonacci Journal. I walked across the street to a university library, and double-checked.

(1) The journal was actually named Fibonacci Quarterly.
(2) The address had changed since the last issue I'd looked at.
(3) The new submission guidelines said that one MUST include the AMS 2000 Mathematics Subject Classifications at the end, or after the references.
(4) It also said politely that failure to observe ANY detail of the submission guidelines would result in mss being returned unread.

Yipes! So I went online to search on AMS 2000 Mathematics Subject Classifications.

Now I classify my own paper as:

11B39: "Fibonacci and Lucas numbers and polynomials and generalizations"

11B83: "Special sequences and polynomials"

11Y50: "Computer solution of Diophantine equations"

11Y55: "Calculation of integer sequences"

Not that this style of structuring Genre manuscripts is feasible...

Now I've got to slightly revise, laserprint again, and mail 3 corrected copies.

Saved myself a very frustrating rejection slip!

Nonmathematical writers, take heed.

By the way, for my own reference, I love "What is Special About This Number" as Making Light has pointed to. That's why I've sent Erich about 130 new "interesting" numbers, some of which he's added to his page. But, for the purposes of my current research, that web page has too much fun stuff, and I can't keep from browsing through it. Further, it is incomplete in Figurate Numbers (Triangular, Pentagonal, Hendecagonal, Truncated Octahedral, and so forth).

So I built Yet Another Web Page to compile my notes and results. I shall keep updating it, but here it is:

Table of Figurate Numbers, Sorted, Through 10,000

it still has lots of {to be done} notes to myself, but it also goes way past 10,000 when I had the data and whim...

Hmmm. Well, this is my first year as a WSFS member, so doubtless there's a lot of history that I'm unaware of. But, after putting on my "statutory/constitutional interpretation hat" and looking at the relevant sections of the Constitution, I'd say that Making Light isn't a fanzine, primarily because of:

3.3.12: Best Fan Writer. Any person whose writing has appeared in semiprozines or fanzines or in generally available electronic media during the previous calendar year.

(Emphasis added.) I think that fanzines are clearly being set up as a separate category than "generally available electronic media," which would be Making Light. There are other provisions that also support this conclusion, but this is the main one.

I have no opinion on whether any blog should be nominated for a fanzine, mind. I do think there's a very good argument to be made that blogs don't fit in the WSFS Constitution's definition of fanzine.

(But, TNH for Best Fan Writer!)

3.3.12: Best Fan Writer. Any person whose writing has appeared in semiprozines or fanzines or in generally available electronic media during the previous calendar year.

I see that the Fan Writer definition admits the possible existence of electronic media that aren't fanzines. I'd have to reach pretty far to take it as ruling out the existence of fanzines in electronic media.

It's much harder to figure out whether Making Light has published at least four issues in its history. I know issues are discussed, but are the discussions published in issues?

As for Best Fan Writer, I'm certainly not going to lobby against Teresa, but I might note there is a bit of a tradition there. Perhaps it's time for the tradition to end, but it could make winning more difficult. And something of an admission of failure for WSFS to give up before filling up all his mantelpieces.

But I suspect we digress. As I read it, Tom is more amused by stretching the fanzine category than interested in who wins Hugos. Forgive me if that's reading too much into the "constitutional crisis" presentation.

Note that I'm not wholly up on the N signs of unfannishness (that cause a fannish zine to be declared a semiprozine because it's too ]big[ to be fannish) and how they would be adjudicated; I can see people arguing for days over Making Light's circulation, for instance, although it's clearly not paying its contributors or providing a substantial fraction of anyone's income. But nominating is a neat idea....

Books were printed in six-sheet quires, yielding twelve pages when folded. Since they didn't have enough type to set the pages in order, they'd start by "casting off" -- estimating what text would end up on pages 6 & 7 (the center pages), and setting those first. After they were printed, they'd work forwards and backwards, setting pages 5 & 8, 4 & 9, and so on. Pages 6-12 were set in order, but 5 - 1 were done backwards. Problem was, they didn't always estimate correctly, so you'd sometimes get pages with lots of whitespace or (worse) lines crammed really close together.
Really impressive when done right, but looks really difficult to master...

And then it provides details like "The pages set by Compositor E are confined to the Tragedies and the last of the Histories, so he cannot have started working on the Folio before March or April 1623. One of his most striking characteristics is his extreme lack of skill: errors of every kind are far more frequent in his pages than in any others. ... On 8 November 1622 William Jaggard took on the first apprentice he had bound since 1614. There can be little doubt that Compositor E was that same apprentice: John Leason, son of..." I feel somewhat sorry for the guy. He will be remembered throughout history solely for the mistakes he made as a teenager on his first job.

At any rate, the book is just full of nifty technical details on how Shakespeare's First Folio was actually printed and I thought you might enjoy it. Were you in the Boston area (and interested), I'd lend it to you... As it is, you may want to look around for a copy.

THE ULTIMATE SCIENCE FICTION WEB GUIDE

Now ranks #6 in the world of "Science Fiction" according to Google, and #2 in the world of "Science Fiction" according to Yahoo.

---L.

Jane Yolen---? I think you were asking about Rebecca Harding Davis?
Here's a good place to start:

A REBECCA HARDING DAVIS READER
Edited, with a critical introduction by Jean Pfaelzer
University of Pittsburgh Press, 1995

It's still in print, I see from a quick google. Don't let the price deter you: it's huge (fiction and essays as well) and I certainly got my money's worth...!

(Psst! I think her writing was a major influence on Theodore Sturgeon. Let me know what you think once you've read a few of her stories, ok?)

Let's just tell ourselves they had a good reason for giving the group a misspelled name. It's, uh, wittier that way.

Anyway, it's a great example of why many stainless steel alloys are bad choices for blades -- too brittle and cracks way too easily.

They send you a DNA sampling kit, and when you return it, they analyze it and, based on the mitochondrial DNA, tell you from which of the "Seven Daughters of Eve" you are descended.

http://www.oxfordancestors.com/service-matriline.html

"No one is clinically sane if you know them well enough."

Uh, did he mean 'sane'? Or 'insane'? It might be true as written, but following on from the 'villain' rule, it seems as though it should be 'insane'.

I don't think it contradicts the villain rule so much as counterpoints it: Nobody thinks they're the bad guy, but nobody's 100% together either (given an exacting enough lens).

Wolfe's advice on writing rings truest to me of any I've read recently.

My ancestral mom appears to be Standard Oil.

No, wait. That's the Seven Sisters.

Knifemaker Bob Engnath used to make pretty decent Japanese blades the traditional way, and kept several finished swords on display at his shop. One day, a guy came in with a friend and, proclaiming his mastery of kenjutsu, offered to demonstrate a perfect chopping stroke with one of the katanas.

Unfortunately for Our Hero, Bob's blades were more curved than the ones he'd been practicing with, and as he raised his arms over his head, he stabbed himself in the ass.

-j

You saw a hamster proclamation? I found a proclamation that she had sent the crown jewels in lieu of her personal presence.

I wonder if there's a law against forging royal proclamations. It sounds like lese majeste, at least.

That's almost better than the video.

I am utterly blanking on who Custer LaRue sings for -- Boston Consort? -- but whoever they are, they have a CD out with a song on it. Well, many songs, but this one contains the memorable and obviously insufficiently repeated lyrics

It has become a proverb, taught in schools
There can be no jesting with sharp edge tools

But the number of people I've seen who are, "expert," with various weapons, and failed basic common sense tests is legion.

Terry K

Give this same person a trenchcoat as well, and they'll actually start looking for new ways to be moronic.

At least this guy got the point, in the end.

-j

She says that she has always been "critical of the pressures that corporate owners have brought on mainstream journalists to take either a safe middle-ground with bland reporting or to sensationalize routine events" and worse, "a persistent caving in by the media and book publishers to email and phone campaigns from the Christian Right."

"But this time we've seen almost none of that. Media coverage of same-sex marriage has separated legal from religious opinion, has not sensationalized the few protesters who come and go (usually go), has viewed the Massachusetts Supreme Court ruling with fairness and balance, has shown the end-of-ceremony kiss as it would with heterosexuals, has followed the Constitutional amendment story without bias (I looked for "Bush: What an Idiot" headlines without luck) and has let California governor Arnold Schwarzenegger hang himself with comments predicting "riots" and "protests" and "dead people" everywhere (ha ha, Arnie, you can't teargas San Francisco's Winter of Love.)."

She goes on to speculate on why the mainstream media has been respectful in their recent treatment of gay marriage, saying:

"The larger reason, I think, is that everything the Christian Right has accused journalists of being is true. They're a bunch of social liberals, the sinners!"

You can find her archives at: http://www.holtuncensored.com

One of my best friends was once a Baptist pastor. Years ago we went and listend to a mutural aquaintance's first sermon in a new assignment as an Episcopal priest. The topic of the sermon was David and, being quite nervous, the preacher managed to consistently confuse to very different but similar sounding proper nouns. The first time he mentioned that "David commited adultery with Beersheba" we were both simply jaw dropping agahst. The rest of the sermon required iron control as he repeated the mistake several times. I'm not sure if either of us were breathing to well by the end.

Afterward we gently pointed out that he might want to change "Beersheba" to "Bathsheba" before the next service, but we congratulated him on preaching about what had to be the greatest party in Judeo-Christian history.

And nobody else in that congregation ever gave a sign that they noticed anything wrong . . .

I wonder what the fleece feels like, both pre and post processing (at all levels; my dad having been a textile factory's sales rep, I had the chance as a boy both to encounter unprocessed fibers and to learn how to card them. Somehow I managed not to wind up in the textile business :-)

Estimated price of the bale in the bank vault: >$750K. Somehow I don't think I'm getting one of those sweaters next winter.

"Deluxe Kidnapping... We reserve the right to decline an offer of our services to anyone for any reason. Please keep in mind that our scenarios are extreme, and very realistic. Bring extra batteries for your pacemaker, and get ready for the adventure of a lifetime."

*chortles*

On a completely other topic, I wonder if I could ask the advice of the assembled? Our studio just upgraded to OSX and at last upgraded all our other apps to match (first upgrades for about three years), so the place is ringing to the cries of "How do you do X" and "What's happened to Y" and "What does this do? ...oh!". Training was less than complete, stuff is getting missed, we don't have the time right now for catch-up meetings; so it occured to me that what we need is a kind of multi-user blog where we could write down our queries, hints and discoveries and look them up individually in our few moments between panics. *

I had a quick google, but most (all?) online blog hosts seem to be single user. Can anyone point me at a multiuser online blog host? Or suggest some software that is quick and easy to set up and administrate on a Mac, without being complicated for naive bloggers? Appreciation for any advice.

*It occurs to me that I'm really describing a newsgroup. That might be an option, if our IT guys weren't busy already, and if I could introduce newsgroup culture to the aforementioned naive users.

---L.

I knew "Beersheba" had a resonance for me in Anzac commemorations. Quick search for it on Australian sites gave quite a few hits, here are a couple which may help:

www.slider.com/enc/6000/Beersheba.htm Beersheba [Heb.,=seven wells or well of the oath], city [now in] S Israel, principal city of the Negev Desert ... Beersheba is an important rail and road hub for S Israel. The city was one of the southernmost towns of biblical Palestine; ... It is especially connected, in the Bible, with Abraham, Hagar, Isaac, Jacob, and Elijah. A well believed to have been dug by Abraham when he made his covenant with Abimelech is in the city [Genesis: 21: 25-31] ... Beersheba is the seat of the Arid Zone Research Institute and the Ben-Gurion University... The Columbia Encyclopedia, Fifth Edition Copyright ?1994, 1995 Columbia University Press.

users.netconnect.com.au/~ianmac/bersheba.html 31 October 1917
History's last great mounted charge ... was hastily organised in an atmosphere of urgency. Dwindling supplies of water demanded that the water wells at Beersheeba be taken at once. Any delay ... would only lead to demolition of the wells by the Turkish defenders. Without water, the whole Sinai-Palestine campaign would be halted perhaps for months, and the Gaza-Beersheeba line would remain unbroken. A victory here over the Turkish defenders would help avenge the disasters of Gallipoli.

www.lighthorse.org.au/histbatt/beersheba.htm
Historic Battles and Military Engagements - The Light Horse Charge at Beersheba
... The 4th and 12th Australian Light Horse Regiments drew up behind a ridge. From the crest, Beerhseba was in full view. The course lay down a long, slight slope which was bare of cover. Between them and the town lay the enemy defences. The 4th was on the right; the 12th was on the left. They rode with bayonets in hand. Each drew up on a squadron frontage. Every man knew that only a wild, desperate charge could seize Beerhseba before dark. They moved off at the trot, ... Almost at once the pace quickened to a gallop ...
The Desert Mounted Corps watered at the wells of the patriarchs and in the pool.

Perhaps it was the name that gave them the enthusiasm, though, and the troops were a bit disappointed that all they found was water :)

A film called "40,000 Horsemen" was made during WW II that re-enacted this charge on the sandhills not far from Botany Bay (The director was a Chauvel, not the same as the Chauvel who commanded the charge). It was remade as "The Lighthorsemen" in 1987.

This ought to go over well on LiveJournal.

---L.

And I have seen "The Lighthorsemen" and enjoyed it -- a ripping yarn indeed.

Do you happen to recall the name of the song?

Looking over the list, the thought that came to mind was, "This looks like a list of titles for fanzines, or blogs."

I especially liked "Mad Dog Road Tea". Dibs!