Those Pagan Wackos

“Have you seen the Jack-in-the-Green?
With his long tail hanging down
He quietly sits under every tree —
in the folds of his velvet gown.
He drinks from the empty acorn cup
the dew that dawn sweetly bestows.
And taps his cane upon the ground —
signals the snowdrops it’s time to grow.”
–Ian Anderson, Jack-in-the-Green

My only real complaint about this article is why couldn’t they have found somebody to interview who wasn’t drinking a vodka and red bull? I would be drinking mead, if I had any mead. Or, you know, eating fly agaric and standing on my head, though that seems a lot less likely. I went hiking today. You wouldn’t believe how many great ideas I came up with out there. Maybe my quote of the day ought to be:

Move me brightly
Light the song with scents and color
Hold away despair”
–Robert Hunter, Terrapin Station

Happy Solstice.

"Human Sacrifice in Prehistoric Europe?" Duh.

Richard Klein, an anthropological science professor at Stanford University, called the findings interesting but lacking substance.
“The sample is too small to draw that conclusion,” Klein said. “I’m not against the idea, but there is no link between the burials and anything with human behavior. They’re far apart and come from different cultures.”

Who is Richard Klein kidding? Of course there was human sacrifice in prehistoric Europe! There was human sacrifice everywhere. There was human sacrifice in Renaissance Europe.

Sorry, Europe. Being the cradle of Western civilization does not give you a pass.

Bizarre Turn of Events (website of the Springfield Republican newspaper) has posted recordings from the Artifacts reading…including my own. I am somewhat wierded out by the fact that I didn’t have to do anything to cause this to occur. Then again, I can’t actually get the recording to work. Plugin missing or some such nonsense. But here’s the article if anybody wants to make the effort:

I particularly recommend the Paul Park thing: a whacked-out alt-historical premise with satirical wit and beautiful description.

A Reading

I realize that most likely, if you read this blog, you don’t live near me, and vice-versa. But just in case:

Tomorrow night, Thursday, May 17th at 7 PM, I will be participating in a series of fiction readings at Artifacts, a new gallery at 28 North Maple Street in Florence, MA. Other (much better) participants include Jedediah Berry, Elizabeth Hand, Paul Park and John Crowley (see Gavin Grant’s complete announcement about it from the Small Beer blog).

I’ll be reading a teaser excerpt from my Interfictions story, “The Utter Proximity of God”. Which I will spend tonight practicing profusely, so as not to screw it up.


Oh, I almost forgot. Today is international Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Wretch day (or something like that, see the original post about it by Jo Walton), which I think is some kind of mass protest about the grumpy old man comments of Howard V. Hendrix, the outgoing vice-president of SFWA, on how people who offer up their fiction on the internet are selling their souls for free. Basically, it’s an experiment. We are supposed to give away fiction on the internet and see if we still have souls. I am cheating a bit with my contribution, giving away an mp3 audio recording of a story so that I still retain the right to sell the text.

Odyssey peoples will no doubt recognize this from the TNEO Slam 2006.

William-O the Pirate King in: The Rodent Revenge (10 Mb, right-click to download)

I do not normally write cat mysteries.