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metawidgetI've been really enjoying Windhaven, by Lisa Tuttle and George R. R. Martin. It has Martin's sympathetic antagonists, believable politics and difficult world, but is much shorter and more focused — it's composed partly of adapted novellas, which I think helps keep the authors on track and address some interesting themes without the "ooh, I should jump to another character" of the Song of Ice and Fire series. I find the dialogue a little less real-feeling than in Ice and Fire, though. There are also shades of Le Guin and Heinlein, in the elegance and willingness to take on social issues (without Heinlein's occasional spasms of appalling). I think I'll have to give Tuttle-writing-alone a try sometime.
We've also been enjoying Au Maître Brasseur's "Selection" collection of beers — they're generally strong and many of them are lees-y, several are rich and aromatic, and all of them are tasty (although the Belgian blonde is one of those banana-beers due to those wacky Belgian yeasts, which I still find kind of odd).
For the first weeks of Oscar's life, we got a lot of postal mail — friends, forms, confirmations, cards! Hearing the mailbox go clank was kind of exciting. The flow seems to have stopped now, and we're left with the occasional special offer and pizza menu. I'm thinking I'll try to make use of Canada Post a bit more in the future, and keep the excitement going.
We had a pumpkin-carving evening the Friday before Hallowe'en; here is Oscar in his pumpkin getup.
Here are some of the pumpkins:
On Hallowe'en, Oscar was dressed up in fine bovine fashion. Whoever was holding him was thus dressed up as a farmer without any additional effort.
Oscar is tracking things with his eyes a lot these days, and kind of grabby (particularly hair, fingers and clothing for now, but my parents have told me of my baby efforts to disassemble everything within reach). He's got the hard 'G' sound figured out, and a few vowels from the back of the mouth, and he's definitely smiling a lot in social ways and in response to tickling.
We've also been enjoying Au Maître Brasseur's "Selection" collection of beers — they're generally strong and many of them are lees-y, several are rich and aromatic, and all of them are tasty (although the Belgian blonde is one of those banana-beers due to those wacky Belgian yeasts, which I still find kind of odd).
For the first weeks of Oscar's life, we got a lot of postal mail — friends, forms, confirmations, cards! Hearing the mailbox go clank was kind of exciting. The flow seems to have stopped now, and we're left with the occasional special offer and pizza menu. I'm thinking I'll try to make use of Canada Post a bit more in the future, and keep the excitement going.
We had a pumpkin-carving evening the Friday before Hallowe'en; here is Oscar in his pumpkin getup.
Here are some of the pumpkins:
On Hallowe'en, Oscar was dressed up in fine bovine fashion. Whoever was holding him was thus dressed up as a farmer without any additional effort.
Oscar is tracking things with his eyes a lot these days, and kind of grabby (particularly hair, fingers and clothing for now, but my parents have told me of my baby efforts to disassemble everything within reach). He's got the hard 'G' sound figured out, and a few vowels from the back of the mouth, and he's definitely smiling a lot in social ways and in response to tickling.
