Rooty Vegetables

A few surprises today...

We have a wee vegetable garden in our backyard, partially in honor of my youth (we were poor; the garden supplemented our groceries) and my grandfather (big garden and root cellar full of potatoes and yams). I planted some potatoes this year--on St. Patrick's Day (tradition). The plants looked pretty dead, so I started poking around in the dirt.

Bingo, I found about seven pounds of healthy looking tubers (we only had a few plants, so this was a decent yield). From the look of the wilty leaves and sad stalks, I was surprised to find anything.

Good metaphor for writing, too. You "plant" those stories, wait and wait, and poof. Potatoes. The only question is: mashed or fried?




I also received my contributor's copy of Sein Und Werden today (the sein, cos, tan issue). It is full of math-related fiction, including my piece "Fifty-fifty".

If we only could solve the big existential questions with a coin flip...

My ears are ringing...

So I'm a rock and roll nerd. A buddy from work and I went to see Rush last night in K.C. For a trio of old dudes, they rocked. Hell, for a trio of any age, they rocked. After the final break, Geddy Lee came out on stage in a KU National Basketball Champs t-shirt. The crowd went nuts.

My ears are still ringing.

I received an acceptance from Sein und Werden for my short story, "Fifty-fifty" yesterday as well. I'm glad they picked it up because I'm not sure who else would be interested. It's a strange, strange story--I guess you'd say surreal, with a whole load of angst. (I penned the notes while waiting in a doctor's office...for three hours)

My goal for this week is to clean up some of my older stuff that hasn't sold. I think a good round of revisions is due for all the little stories without a home.

Oh yeah, "Bottom Feeders" is in the current issue of Cemetery Moon. It's one of my personal favorites, and I'm glad it's out.

Peace.