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The life of a natural philosopher is filled with long hours spent toiling in the darkness, punctuated with brief moments of ecstasy and insight.   Even the greatest physical intuition is meaningless unless backed up with perseverance.   But what a reward to see one’s hypotheses validated!   What joy to see one’s understanding of nature yield concrete results.  (And, more sweetly, to savor the humiliation of one’s enemies and detractors).

To that end, I proudly unveil the culmination of my research on the bodily humours.  Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you — straight from the bleeding forefront of Victorian steam-powered arcana — the Aetheric Electro-Imager.

I’m happy to say that my website has seen a little bump in search engine traffic since Cory Doctorow tweeted about how much he enjoyed reading an advance copy of my first novel, Bitter Seeds, which will be hitting shelves on April 13, 2010. (Hooray!)

(Cory was one of my Clarion instructors back in 2005, the penultimate year of Clarion’s long run at Michigan State before it moved to UCSD. That’s right — I’ve lived in a sorority house with Cory Doctorow. How many men can say that? Well, the other guys in my Clarion class, I guess.)

Anyway, because of the traffic bump, I thought this might be a good time to mention that we’ve added a newsletter signup form on the contact page. More info below the cut.

I learned something very important this past week.

It is possible — with the proper combination of enthusiasm, clumsiness, and dumb luck — to throw the ball backwards, into the crowd, in Wii Bowling.

I saw the new stitchpunk movie 9 with a few friends last night.  I’d been looking forward to this for a while because the trailers I’ve seen are so very cool.

(Also, because I’m frightened and beguiled by the word “stitchpunk”.  I don’t know if a single movie really merits an entirely new ‘punk genre, even if the conceit is wonderfully innovative.)

For a synopsis, I offer my first thought as the credits rolled:  Huh.  Who knew rag dolls lead such exciting lives?

Other thoughts, of equally little substance but a more spoilery nature, below the cut.

I may have mentioned in the past that I love clocks.

But the clocks I mentioned earlier share one enormous failing: they aren’t powered by consuming life itself.

Well, now, finally somebody has seen fit to remedy this.