Coalescent

Today my big accomplishment was that I made ginger cake with chocolate and cinnamon sauce. Now, I'm not saying that's not a respectable thing to do (and it was certainly tasty), but clearly if that's what I'm writing about here then at some point I'm going to have to relinquish any claim on calling this thing a 'blog'.

Maybe putting in a random link will help: Oxford has a Future of Humanity Institute!

Maybe mentioning that I finished Her Smoke Rose Up Forever will count for something. I've even written some words about it, too, although I'm going to hold off posting them until immortalradical's had a chance to read it. We all know how much he loves arguing with me.

Maybe I can get away with mentioning that tomorrow's goal is to get at least a draft of the Living Next-Door to the God of Love review I'm doing for Foundation. Maybe I can get a spinoff post out of it.

Obligatory pimpage of Strange Horizons: Among other things, this week Geneva Melzack and Iain Emsley bring you two good reviews of Air by Geoff Ryman.

... no, it's no good. None of those things are actually substitutes for content, are they?