moanday and a crass accounting post
Apr. 20th, 2009 10:39 pmFor some reason, I am watching Brent Spiner's video reel on his website. I followed the link from Twitter in an effort to discover whether it was Really Him.
This is the sort of thing I find myself doing, given the means and the age, after a thirteen-hour day kicking data up a hill.
Small-d data, not Data. I was always fond of Data. I am always fond of the stiffly rational outsider who apparently comes standard issue with any Star Trek posting since the original Mr. S was such a hit. Why ruin a good formula?
Good news about the reading.
Reading?
Right. It doesn't seem to have been announced here yet*, but it's on June 25th in Vancouver, for those who are in that vicinity, as part of the Robson Reading Series. The good news bit is that there is an honorarium and a travel stipend.
That good news is really just for me. Your good news is, hey, free reading in Vancouver by mopey guys with no children.
This latest dividend will raise my total writing income to date to... $450, plus ferry fare. I'm really very impressed with myself.
Wait, no, about a decade-fifty ago in Prince George I won three coffee table books of art reproductions in successive years of a local writing contest. The first year I came fifth (?) and won two books of Robert Bateman. The next year I came first and won a single volume of somebody else. Then I retired from the field to let the youth have their share of the world's dwindling population of wild animal prints.
Oh, and I was once paid $50 to write a poem for someone's wedding, but I don't think they liked it very much.
Actually, I've made pots of money at this, if you count that essay on the history of currency commissioned by "Susan".
Right, that's the other thing -- first book review out on Sunday. Reading it next to the other reviews gave me some sense of things I ought to have done -- made it more concrete, begun with an interesting trivium, this kind of thing. I hope they give me another.
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*Rendering that link moot
This is the sort of thing I find myself doing, given the means and the age, after a thirteen-hour day kicking data up a hill.
Small-d data, not Data. I was always fond of Data. I am always fond of the stiffly rational outsider who apparently comes standard issue with any Star Trek posting since the original Mr. S was such a hit. Why ruin a good formula?
Good news about the reading.
Reading?
Right. It doesn't seem to have been announced here yet*, but it's on June 25th in Vancouver, for those who are in that vicinity, as part of the Robson Reading Series. The good news bit is that there is an honorarium and a travel stipend.
That good news is really just for me. Your good news is, hey, free reading in Vancouver by mopey guys with no children.
This latest dividend will raise my total writing income to date to... $450, plus ferry fare. I'm really very impressed with myself.
Wait, no, about a decade-fifty ago in Prince George I won three coffee table books of art reproductions in successive years of a local writing contest. The first year I came fifth (?) and won two books of Robert Bateman. The next year I came first and won a single volume of somebody else. Then I retired from the field to let the youth have their share of the world's dwindling population of wild animal prints.
Oh, and I was once paid $50 to write a poem for someone's wedding, but I don't think they liked it very much.
Actually, I've made pots of money at this, if you count that essay on the history of currency commissioned by "Susan".
Right, that's the other thing -- first book review out on Sunday. Reading it next to the other reviews gave me some sense of things I ought to have done -- made it more concrete, begun with an interesting trivium, this kind of thing. I hope they give me another.
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*Rendering that link moot