wintry weather

Rushes just look dreary on a gray and rainy November day.  The rest has a certain subtle dignity; the pines and junipers are a somber shade of green, the leafless trees are black from the dampness on their bark, the oaks, alone leafed still, are a dark shade of coppery brown, and even the sheltered saplings which still have golden leaves have a richer shade, less brilliant.  Rushes, however, just look ragged and drab.

Glancing out the window shows that it's not rain that's coming down, because some of it moves lightly upward with the wind.  It's snowing.

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Consider the Fork

Consider the Fork: How Technology Transforms the Way We Cook and Eat by Bee Wilson

A study of our eating not by what we actually eat, but by how we got it there..
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philosophy on urban fantasy and the masquerade

Was pondering it because of the con, and concluded that there was yet another reason to keep the masquerade going, beside the author's wanting to keep it plausible (well, semi-plausible) that it's our world.

It's the built-in plot.

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