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Dear Karma Directors:

I would really appreciate it if life in general would stop sucking. Right about now.

Thanks!

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Good news today:
B+ all the way.
Generally good day with kids and Chris. Nuclear family fairly stable.

Bad news today, in descending order of importance (to me):
My mother's cancer has grown.
Friend from high school's dad passed away.
Pre-rehearsal early early early Sunday morning.

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• Saturday
  
  
  • Justin ballet
    
  • pick up tiller
    
  • till
    
  • Chris - taxes
    
  • buy clothes for boys (wedding pants, shirts, etc)
    
  • return movies
  
  
• Sunday
  
  
  • wedding pre-rehearsal
    
  • concert rehearsal 2pm
    
  • concert 4:30
    
  • die
  
  
• Monday
  
  
  • visit mom
    
  • call Dr. T to refer Justin to CHEO eye clinic
  
  
• Tuesday
  
  
  • visit mom?
  
  
• Wednesday
  
  
  • funeral 11:00
    
  • final Beavers
  
  
• Thursday
  
  
  • visit mom?
    
  • wedding rehearsal
  
  
• Friday
  
  
  • visit mom?
    
  • wedding
  
  
• Saturday
  
  
  • Chris' birthday
  
  
• Misc:
  
  
  • Gyne paper
    
  • call Monique, April, Leslie
    
  • letter to Sandra
    
  • catch up on e-mail (HA!! As IF!!)
    
  • haircuts for Chris and Daniel?
    
  • possibly run around picking up wedding things
    
  • take the time to appreciate relative stability of my life when so many around me are wading hip deep through swamps of crap
  
  
  ***
  Good-for-a-chuckle excerpt from the Neanderthal Parallax Book 1, Hominids:
  
  
  (BTW, the bleeps in here signal the translator running into unknown English words)
  
  "I lived with Adikor."
  
  "Adikor," repeated Mary. "I thought he was the person you worked with?"
  
  "Yes," said Ponter. "But he is also my partner."
  
  "Your business partner, you mean," said Mary.
  
  "Well, that too, I suppose. But he is my 'partner'; that is the word we use. We share a home."
  
  "Ah," said Mary. "A roommate."
  
  "Yes."
  
  "You share household expenses and chores."
  
  "Yes. And meals and a bed and..."
  
  Mary was angry with herself for the way her heart fluttered. She knew lots of gay men; she was just used to them coming out of the closet, not popping through a transdimensional portal.
  
  "You're gay!" said Louise. "How cool is that!"
  
  "Actually, I was happier at home," said Ponter.
  
  "No, no, no," said Louise. "Not happy. Gay. Homosexual." Bleep. "Having sexual relations with one's own gender: men who have sex with other men, or women who have sex with other women."
  
  Ponter looked more confused than ever. "It is impossible to have sex with a member of the same gender. Sex is the act of potential procreation and it requires a male and a female."
  
  "Well, all right, not sex as in sexual intercourse," said Louise. "Sex as in intimate contact, as in - you know - um, affectionate touching of... of the genitals."
  
  "Oh," said Ponter. "Yes, Adikor and I did that."
  
  "That's what we call being homosexual," supplied Reuben. "Having such contact only with members of your own gender."
  
  "Only?" said Ponter, startled. "You mean exclusively? No, no, no. Adikor and I kept each other company when Two were separate, but when Two became One, we of course had - what did you call it, Lou? - 'affectionate touching of the genitals' with our respective females... or, at least I did until Klast, my woman-mate, died."
  
  "Ah," said Mary. "You're bisexual." Bleep. "You have genital contact with men and women."
  
  "Yes."
  
  "Is everyone like that in your world?" asked Louise, stabbing some lettuce with her fork. "Bisexual?"
  
  "Just about." Ponter blinked, getting it at last. "You mean it is different here?"
  
  "Oh, yes," said Reuben. "Well, for most people, anyway. I mean, sure, there are some bisexual people, and lots and lots of gay - homosexual - people. But the vast majority are heterosexual. That means they have affectionate contact only with members of the opposite gender."
  
  "How boring," said Ponter.

Comments

[umbo.livejournal.com]

Congrats and woohoos on the B+'s, and *hugs* for the rest. And what is that book you're quoting? It certainly sounds interesting!

[ciroccoj.livejournal.com]

Thanks :)

The excerpt is from "Hominids," by Robert Sawyer. It's the first of a trilogy about an alternate reality where Neanderthals ended up surviving to the present day, homo sapiens died out. The first book deals with a Neanderthal who accidentally ends up on our version of Earth. Cool idea, pretty good plot, overall good reads.

The writing's not stellar, though. It's not awful by any means, but there are places where it's a little jarring because the wrong kind of 'voice' is used for a character (eg a middle aged woman exclaims that something is WAY cool!) or because the moral of the story is sort of pounded in mercilessly. Yes, homo sapiens are warlike and destructive and don't take care of the planet. Yes, we know that. Yes, really, we got that. WE GOT IT!! YOU CAN STOP NOW!!