It’s no secret that I’m an admirer of Maggie Stiefvater’s writing. Every time I read her, I’m watching to see what she is doing and how, so I can do it better myself.
You’ll get more from this if you’ve read the Raven Cycle of books she wrote. And the ending is stunning, if you have.
A Raven Cycle Holiday Short (A Very Declan Lynch Christmas) – Maggie Stiefvater
“Where IS the TV remote?” Paul asked, looking around.
The cat shifted, then decided the slight discomfort was worth the amusement value of keeping it concealed by lying on it a little longer.
It’s a peculiar and agreeable sensation when something that’s been on the tip of your mind for several days finally jumps to the fore, like a leaf on a branch that has chosen this moment to float into your waiting hand.
There’s a radio ad running to the effect of “There [name] goes again – jetting off to Washington, leaving the rest of us behind.”
Uh… isn’t going to Washington kind of IN the Congressional representative job description? I mean, that’s where they meet, right?
On the news, they keep talking about “rain measured in feet, not inches!”
If we get an inch of rain, we can do the same thing. “We got 1/12th foot of rain!”
Done. Rain measured in feet, not inches. Two can play at that game.
Let’s do the math here.
A report today suggests exercising twenty minutes a day adds two years to your life.
They don’t say how long you need to exercise twenty minutes a day.
Twenty minutes a day, in a 365 day year, means 121.66 hours spend just exercising, or five solid days.
So you can live to be, say, eighty, or you can exercise and live to be eighty-two. But of those bonus 730 days, you’ve spent 400 of them sweating, netting you 330 days; so, a little less than a year.
Yeah, you get to be ALIVE those 400 days that you’re sweating. But the “two extra years” they’re promising, it doesn’t come without a cost.
I’ve always thought a more convincing argument is that exercise presumably lets you have a greater percentage of your life spent healthier than if you’d been more sedentary.
The radio news has been reporting that in the California wildfires, a grandmother and her two grandchildren “were reported killed by their relatives.”
Uh… no. They were reported by their relatives as having been killed. Their relatives didn’t kill them.
I had the pleasure of meeting Harlan Ellison several times. His writing continues to be an inspiration.
Oh, and he HATED the phrase “Sci-Fi.” Even now he must be screaming from his grave about that headline.
Harlan Ellison Dead: Legendary ‘Star Trek’, ‘A Boy And His Dog’ Sci-Fi Writer was 84