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nenya_kanadka has a picture of the message cylinder.
And--the awesome Heather Lindsley has a story up at Strange Horizons. Read it! Likedarkling1 I wish I could say that I had anything to do with how wonderful it is, seeing as how I read a draft of this last summer. But I can't say that--it was excellent then, too.
And there are nice words about Talking Back, and Cat Rambo's contribution thereof.
The other day Paidhi Boy went to soccer, having recently conceived a burning passion for the game. It's soccer instruction, actually, for four to six year olds. Two very patient young women spent an hour trying to get four to six year olds to line up and dribble. And pass. Actually, there are several kids with what seems to me to be natural ability (including both of the two girls in the class), and one very competetive soul who announced to Paidhi Boy that he was going to beat him! Before class even started. Halfway through, Paidhi Boy announced that he had a loose tooth (a matter of a great deal of pride--we've been hearing about it for weeks) and then moments later that he had lost the tooth. Which he brought over to me for safekeeping. (It is now safely ensconced in an Altoids box on his dresser.)
The end of the session was a scrimmage, or rather, eight or nine 4-6 year olds dashing madly around the gym kicking wildly. Paidhi Boy scored a goal! Of course, it was his own team's goal, and technically scored a point for the other side, but we are not concerned with petty details.
As we left, Paidhi Boy's arch-rival declared his intention of beating him next week! "Oh, yeah?" says Paidhi Boy. It has the sound of a ritual response learned on the playground at school.
"Yeah!" says the arch-rival. He is unfazed by the fact that there is no beating to be done during what is essentially a practice session. Even during the "game" at the end, the teachers were very obviously not keeping score. That wasn't the point of the exercise. But arch-rival knows what he wants out of soccer.
"I lost a tooth!" says Paidhi Boy. I'm not sure if this is an attempt to one-up Arch-rival, or his idea of continuing a conversation.
"My tooth is coming out next week!" says the arch-rival. "I'll show it to you!"
"Okay!" says Paidhi Boy. "See you next week!"
In Paidhi Girl news, she went camping with her girl scout troop last weekend, and then once she'd returned spent all of Sunday afternoon doing snap circuits. She has joined the school drama club ("I like to act!") but when questioned about the first meeting could not remember the name or any details at all about the play they're going to be working on, or what they even did besides "act." But she had a good time. She is also apparently writing a story for school about flying cats, and her favorite subject this year is math, "because I'm really good at it!"
She is also anxiously awaiting the October 13 release of the last Lemony Snicket book. As am I--on the fateful day, we'll have to flip a coin to see who gets to read it first...
nenya_kanadka has a picture of the message cylinder.
And--the awesome Heather Lindsley has a story up at Strange Horizons. Read it! Like
darkling1 I wish I could say that I had anything to do with how wonderful it is, seeing as how I read a draft of this last summer. But I can't say that--it was excellent then, too.And there are nice words about Talking Back, and Cat Rambo's contribution thereof.
The other day Paidhi Boy went to soccer, having recently conceived a burning passion for the game. It's soccer instruction, actually, for four to six year olds. Two very patient young women spent an hour trying to get four to six year olds to line up and dribble. And pass. Actually, there are several kids with what seems to me to be natural ability (including both of the two girls in the class), and one very competetive soul who announced to Paidhi Boy that he was going to beat him! Before class even started. Halfway through, Paidhi Boy announced that he had a loose tooth (a matter of a great deal of pride--we've been hearing about it for weeks) and then moments later that he had lost the tooth. Which he brought over to me for safekeeping. (It is now safely ensconced in an Altoids box on his dresser.)
The end of the session was a scrimmage, or rather, eight or nine 4-6 year olds dashing madly around the gym kicking wildly. Paidhi Boy scored a goal! Of course, it was his own team's goal, and technically scored a point for the other side, but we are not concerned with petty details.
As we left, Paidhi Boy's arch-rival declared his intention of beating him next week! "Oh, yeah?" says Paidhi Boy. It has the sound of a ritual response learned on the playground at school.
"Yeah!" says the arch-rival. He is unfazed by the fact that there is no beating to be done during what is essentially a practice session. Even during the "game" at the end, the teachers were very obviously not keeping score. That wasn't the point of the exercise. But arch-rival knows what he wants out of soccer.
"I lost a tooth!" says Paidhi Boy. I'm not sure if this is an attempt to one-up Arch-rival, or his idea of continuing a conversation.
"My tooth is coming out next week!" says the arch-rival. "I'll show it to you!"
"Okay!" says Paidhi Boy. "See you next week!"
In Paidhi Girl news, she went camping with her girl scout troop last weekend, and then once she'd returned spent all of Sunday afternoon doing snap circuits. She has joined the school drama club ("I like to act!") but when questioned about the first meeting could not remember the name or any details at all about the play they're going to be working on, or what they even did besides "act." But she had a good time. She is also apparently writing a story for school about flying cats, and her favorite subject this year is math, "because I'm really good at it!"
She is also anxiously awaiting the October 13 release of the last Lemony Snicket book. As am I--on the fateful day, we'll have to flip a coin to see who gets to read it first...