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“I have no secrets.”

Best (shortest!) interview ever. Transcript below.

(The weather is cold and snowy.)
Interviewer: Your hat; is this your secret to staying warm?
Woman in hat: No.
Interviewer: (surprised) No, it isn’t?
Woman in hat: I have no secrets.
Interviewer: (laughing)
Woman in hat: I’m mad; I have to go to work; I have to earn a living. I’d rather have a private income and get laid, well and often. (walks away briskly; camera follows her)

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Irregular Roundup #12

Irregular Roundup #12

Why Beauty and the Beast is a million times better than Cinderella has a good point—and some good rebuttal commentary. I also love the story and even collect Disney “Beauty & the Beast” stuff.

Just Happiness, by Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess. Gaiman says, “And it is so beautiful… I want to make everyone watch it.”

An interesting blog entry about color by Randall Munroe, the guy who writes/draws xkcd. Also, this and this.

heartsupport has a new website. I’m not sure how I feel about it, honestly, but I approve of what they’re trying to do (at least as far as I can tell).

Neat little games by Silver Stitch. They should probably be played in order to understand the story but don’t strictly have to be. Colour My Heart | Colour My World | Colour My Dreams | Colour My Fate | Colour My Life

Editing Your Novel? A Round-Up of Some Good Advice Also, 5 Ways to Make Your Novel Unforgettable.

Official Power Morphicon: celebrating “the hit TV series Power Rangers with industry guests, live events, and more. Join us as we convene for the show’s 17th anniversary of its premiere!” August 27-29, 2010, in Pasadena, California. WANT(ed) TO GO.

Anime related, for your information and mine: AboutGundamWing.com, an essay about Cosplay in Japan, and how most conventions lie about their attendance.

OMG best thing ever: Golden Girls nesting dolls. (Thank you for being a friend!)

If historical events had Facebook statuses; I admit, I loled. Also, part 2.

Queerness in Heinlein’s Stranger in a Strange Land; a good read about the main problem I had with my favorite book.

I want to see this movie: Real Injun! When is it coming to Los Angeles????

People ask me why I don’t drink or do drugs, or even drink coffee, and I always have a hard time telling them in the time I’m allowed. (It’s a long story and most people don’t want to sit there and have me explain my life story to them, obviously. Who has time for that?) I struggled for a while with the idea of being straight edge—I’m not. That is, I’m not struggling with it anymore, but I’m also not straight edge. I’m just me.

400 Years Without a Comb: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, and part 6. Or, just watch the playlist on YouTube.

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening

poem: Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
by: Robert Frost, circa 1922

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Go to New York

My advice for aspiring writers is go to New York. And if you can’t go to New York, go to the place that represents New York to you, where the standards for writing are high, there are other people who share your dreams, and where you can talk, talk, talk about your interests. Writing books begins in talking about it, like most human projects, and in being close to those who have already done what you propose to do.

Walter Kirn

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An architect’s last palace

An architect's last palace

From Teaching Stories II:

An excellent architect lovingly built many beautiful palaces for the Sultan. Eventually he was tired of his labor and went to the Potentate and asked if he could retire. The great king asked the architect to build him one last palace. He said, “Money is absolutely no object. You have one year to build me the best palace possible.”

The architect started eagerly, but he was exhausted and soon he started to do shoddy work. He cut a corner here and there. After all, this was his last project and no one would notice. He used cheaper materials since he could not be bothered to search for the best. After all, who would notice? Only he could tell the difference. Bit by bit, the architect did less than his best. Eventually, even though no one else could tell the difference, the architect knew that this palace was no where near his best. However, he was still pleased that it was complete and at last he could retire.

The year had passed and the architect presented his substandard work to the Sultan. The Sultan inspected the palace and was well pleased. When the inspection was over, he turned to the architect and said, “You have done well. This is my retirement gift to you.”