A pack of gum for my daughter and a York Peppermint Patty for me: $2.25
So, you see, to the tune or $52.24, I am doing my part to keep this great consumerist state going.
Things I am no longer doing, and glad for it:
Shopping at Target
Reading new Gene Wolfe
I love “Seven American Nights” and “The Death of Dr. Island” and “The Tree is My Hat” and “Golden City Far” and always will, but the new stuff doesn’t work for me, and I don’t want to have to take Wolfe down from the genius pedestal, so I’ve decided I’ve met my Wolfe quota for this lifetime.
Flying
There’s only one way to call bullshit on the latest incarnation of security theater, and that’s to refuse to play the game. I don’t have to fly anywhere, and I’m not going to.
Things I am no longer doing, but wish I were:
yoga
writing
composting (the composter was among the things destroyed during the work on the house, and I don’t yet have a new one)
Story types that have to overcome my prejudices to get bought at PodCastle:
Stories about 9/11
Stories about New York
Stories set in China or Japan, written by Westerners or containing talking animals, Samurai or ninjas
Stories with untrustworthy worldbuilding
Stories without sensory details, other than the visual (aka, lack of sensory details makes Anna cry)
Stories where the exotic locale exists only in the service of the white, Western male hero, to better highlight his manliness and glory.
Stories written with the sensibilities of film, or about films.
Stories that are ostensibly philosophical, particularly religiously philosophical, but never go farther than philosophy and/or religion 101.
Stories that have stated morals
Conversely, stories which will have special appeal for me: