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Reminder
Just a reminder that a number of my posts are friends-only, particularly of late. If you're not logged in, you're not seeing all of my journal. Of course, if you're not registered with LJ, you're out of luck.
In the last few days, particularly, there has been a major issue.
On other fronts...last night Teri crashed early, so Sebastian and I were on our own. I made dinner for him, and when he was done, he - without my asking for or expecting it - dumped the leftovers in the trash, rinsed off his plate, and dried it.
What a boy. It's hard to believe that he's only three years old.
I just finished re-reading Frank Herbert's Dune. I first tried to read it when I was ten, and it was the first book that was too complicated for me; I threw it across the room in disgust (which is very unusual, because generally I treat all books with reverence).
Years later I gave it another try, and was impressed. It was far and away the most complex work of fiction I'd ever read. And since then I've re-read it every year or so, and I always get something more out of it. I'll pause just a moment here to say that while I recommend almost everything by Frank Herbert, his son should have had his fingers chopped off before he ever got near a word processor.
That said, I found an amusing little bit in Appendix IV of Dune; something that I wouldn't have expected. See if you can catch it:
aka Poul Anderson, one of Herbert's contemporaries.
Of course, many SF writers worked references to other writers into their works, but somehow Herbert comes off as more...serious than that. Good for him! Nice to know he had a sense of humor. Incidentally, the book cited does sound a lot like an Anderson title - not a specific one, just in general.
In the last few days, particularly, there has been a major issue.
On other fronts...last night Teri crashed early, so Sebastian and I were on our own. I made dinner for him, and when he was done, he - without my asking for or expecting it - dumped the leftovers in the trash, rinsed off his plate, and dried it.
What a boy. It's hard to believe that he's only three years old.
I just finished re-reading Frank Herbert's Dune. I first tried to read it when I was ten, and it was the first book that was too complicated for me; I threw it across the room in disgust (which is very unusual, because generally I treat all books with reverence).
Years later I gave it another try, and was impressed. It was far and away the most complex work of fiction I'd ever read. And since then I've re-read it every year or so, and I always get something more out of it. I'll pause just a moment here to say that while I recommend almost everything by Frank Herbert, his son should have had his fingers chopped off before he ever got near a word processor.
That said, I found an amusing little bit in Appendix IV of Dune; something that I wouldn't have expected. See if you can catch it:
She is known in popular history as St. Alia or St. Alia-of-the-Knife. (For a detailed history, see St. Alia, Huntress of a Billion Worlds by Pander Oulson.)Did you catch it? I'll place the answer behind an LJ cut:
Pander Oulson
Pander Oulson
Pander Oulson
aka Poul Anderson, one of Herbert's contemporaries.
Of course, many SF writers worked references to other writers into their works, but somehow Herbert comes off as more...serious than that. Good for him! Nice to know he had a sense of humor. Incidentally, the book cited does sound a lot like an Anderson title - not a specific one, just in general.