“Boswell. Nigel Boswell. 006. You know what that means?”
“Of course! It means you are one away from the big time. ”
–Clive Owen and Steve Martin, The Pink Panther
Sf Signal, which along with the Functional Nerds has kindly took me in these past few months and given me a larger forum for my reviews, columns and other things, turns 8 years old today.
It is indeed the “big time”. As I mentioned on twitter recently, theoretically, thanks to those two sites, I am now eligible to be nominated for “Best Fan Writer” for a Hugo award. I have no prayer to ever be nominated, and there are much better and more erudite writers at both sites anyway, but it amuses me that its a theoretical possibility now.
Anyway, SF Signal allows more people to see what I write, and that makes me happy. Happy Birthday, SF Signal!
More cool pictures, since the heat is relentless.
Yep, this is Gooseberry Falls again, wreathed in the ice and snow of winter. Again, this is one of my favorite spots to take photos in every season, although it can be challenging to get to some spots in the ice and snow of winter!
One of the greatest experiences in my life was visiting Jasper and Banff National Parks in Canada and getting to fulfill a lifelong dream of standing on a glacier. This is the foot of Athabasca Glacier, the glacier that “ate” my glove. This is the foot of the glacier, but you can and I did go with the Olsons on a tour to stand on a point further up. I got to drink Glacier meltwater…and somehow lost my glove in the process. D’oh!
I’ve always liked Borders.
One of my favorite bookstores, before it was destroyed, was the Borders at the base of the World Trade Center in NYC. I remember back in the 80’s when I wanted my cousin, who was taking us to the top of the WTC at the time, to let me buy a book there…
When I lived in California, the nearest bookstore to me was the Borders at a shopping mall a short bus ride away. With a movie theater and restaurants there, going to that mall for book shopping, movie watching and a meal was a lot of fun…
In Minnesota, I began to watch the slide and fall of Borders with sadness. I slowly transferred my affections to B&N as the Borders visibly and irrevocably lost their quality. I resisted for a long time, because of the goodwill that Borders had built up over the years.
And now it is all gone. And we will all be poorer for it.
Rest in Peace, Borders. You will be missed.