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Posts published in July 2010

Hester Furey’s Little Fish

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Finishing Line Press is about to publish a chapbook of my friend Hester Furey's poems, titled Little Fish. Little Fish is available for pre-order at $12 with $3 shipping through September 1st. After October 29, it will be available on Amazon, but production is based on what people order now, so if you order now, it will help her and her publisher.
Hm. They don't make it easy to include a link to buy the book, do they? You can find it if you scroll down the page, but in case you miss it ... let's see, Google Chrome has a nice element inspector ... doop de doo ... grabbing the HTML ... OK. Let's try this: you can preorder Little Fish here: That should send you directly to the Finishing Line Press PayPal page where you can preorder Little Fish. Hopefully that will work! So please, check her work out, and support Finishing Line Press!
-the Centaur P.S. You can also find some of Hester Furey's earlier scholarly work via Project Muse and JSTOR. P.P.S. Me saying something nice about Finishing Line Press does not mean I don't also want you to go check out the many fine books available from Bell Bridge Books. Yes, yes, yes, I know they don't even remotely compete, I'm trying to show support, work with me here.

Guest Posting for Blogathon at A Novel Friend

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My friend from the DragonWriters, Trisha Wooldridge, is participating in the Blogathon - sort of the 24 Hour Comic Day for bloggers - and I'm sponsoring one slot with a donation to Bay State Equine Rescue and a guest post on "Greed and Charity". A teaser:
At the beginnings of their careers, a lot of authors and other creative types are obsessed with making money off what they produce and are deathly afraid of people stealing it. I've seen people charging their friends for copies of short stories printed in magazines, putting their artwork on the web behind passwords or with huge watermarks, or pricing their software out of reach of the people who want to buy it. But this doesn't help them - in fact, it hurts. And I'm here to tell you to give stuff away for free.
If you want to read the whole post, please check it out at her blog, A Novel Friend - it should go up sometime this weekend. -the Centaur

Comments … STILL Moderated

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Um, automatic robot gang, I just have to tell you: the following scheme doesn't work well for comment spam:
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Especially if there's no relationship between the salsa of text and the post. I mean, come on, if you're going to comment on my WordPress theme don't do it on the Pound Cake Alchemy post. 8 more spammy comments ... marked as spam. -the Centaur

Comic-con @ an end again

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Some issues with lines but ... not the zoo it was last year. Maybe I am better at navigating it; maybe they're working out the kinks. Regardless, a great con this year - the highlights for me were the urban fantasy and ya panels and the bigscreen finale of Doctor Who.

Recommended!

The n-1 rule

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When ordering at a Thai or other Asian restaurant, find out if they serve family size portions. If so, order n-1 dishes where n is the number of diners, or you will be sad. I am quite sad right now :-( -the Centaur

Lines, lines and comicon

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O.M.G. What a ridiculous mess. Some people are nice. Some lines make sense. But more often it seems that the nicest people are stuck enforcing the stupidest rules, and the reasonable rules are enforced by people who literally go far out of their way to be total assholes. Geez! With apologies to all the many hardsuffering comicon employees who try to be nice, if people would just let them.

Conventions … not the fan kind

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I've picked up a fair number of conventions over the years ... notations, ways of writing things to make the type of thing that I'm writing clear. Most of these I've picked up from others, some are my own. Here are a few of them:
  • Novel titles are written in ALL CAPS
    You write novels this way to make it clear that it's a BOOK you're talking about, dag nab it. Examples: FROST MOON, ATLAS SHRUGGED, ULYSSES. I picked up this convention from my publisher, Bell Bridge Books.
  • Search queries are written in [square brackets]
    You write search queries this way, rather than with quotes, because quotes can appear in search queries. Examples: [frost moon], ["frost moon"] - note the results are not the same. I picked up this convention from The Search Engine That Starts With a G.
  • Command line text is indented in a special format where the prompt is bold, the command is bold italic, and the command response is plain text.
This last one takes more explanation (and breaking out of the unordered list to overcome WordPress CSS theme issues). When including command line responses in email, you indent the entire excerpt to set it apart from your message, then put the command prompt in bold, the command in bold italic, and its response in plain text, like so:
centaur@mobile (Sat Jul 24, 00:44:54) [501] ~:
$ imagelink comicon-2010-01.jpg san diego comicon 2010

<a href="http://www.dresan.com/images/comicon-2010-01.jpg" alt="san diego comicon 2010"><img src="https://www.dresan.com/images/comicon-2010-01.jpg" alt="san diego comicon 2010" border="0" width="600" /></a>
Some WordPress or theme weirdness is making this formatting a little harder than it is in Gmail. I think this is fixed to the point that you should be able to see that the "informational" part of the prompt (when the command was executed) appears on its own line, with a colon and line break to separate it from the command proper. The command proper is prefixed by a dollar sign, a UNIX standard that distinguishes it from the response text that follows. This communicates and distinguishes when you did it, what you did, and what you got. This one is mine. I've been developing this convention over the years as a way of communicating results from the command line in email. I have to admit, this is driven in part by a bit of egoism: I want people to know that the results I'm sending them can be done in one line of Bash, Sed and (g)AWK. And the remaining part is, I want people to learn that yes, they too can in a minute do immense amounts of computation with Bash, Sed and AWK. That's all for now. Next time: why the Einstein summation notation is cool. -the Centaur

Guest Blogging on Manga Maniac Cafe!

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I am (or, I guess at this point, just have) guest blogged about FROST MOON at the Manga Maniac Cafe, which is running a Got Books event through today. Julie at the Manga Maniac Cafe had these kind words to say about me:
Today is the kickoff for the Got Books Event, which lasts until tomorrow. You can win all kinds of books and book related swag, just by visiting the site and then visiting the other participating blogs. I’m super geeked to have Anthony Francis, the author of Frost Moon, here to join in the celebration. To make things even sweeter, we have 5 (FIVE!!!) copies of Frost Moon to give away to readers. Let’s get things kicked off by asking Anthony a few questions about his book!
So please go check the site out, and support the Manga Maniac Cafe and Dakota Frost! -the Centaur

Let’s Do The Qumana Thing Again…

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... testing the suitability of this tool for WordPress.

Why did this come up? Well, I'm at San Diego Comic Con, where my AT&T wireless dongle has had an awful time connecting, and on top of that I'm working hard on LIQUID FIRE, which often prompts me to turn off the Internets so that I can focus on getting writing done.  SO it's useful to have an offline blogging tool again, and I had good luck with Qumana ... though it was not perfect, it got the job done.

OK, here we go ... reconfiguring blog ... aaand ... post.

404 error: not found.

OK, so obviously, that was was not the right endpoint ... Qumana needs to know where your control panel for your blog is, and if you don't tell it, it can't post for you.  Fixing ... OK.  Aaaand ... post.

302 error: a redirect.

Rassen frassen ... ID:10T error, stupid Centaur, read the documentation you include in your article and add the xmlrpc.php to the final end of the path to your endpoint. Fixing ... OK.  Aaaand ... post. 

404 error: not found.

No, still not quite correct ... don't need the /wp-admin/ in there to make it work, which I could easily have seen by inspecting the PHP files on the server, or in the local MAMP copy of my WordPress installation.  The actual final path seems to be http://SITE/BLOGPATH/xmlrpc.php, which makes sense, but since I've got a custom site organization I stuffed a  /wp-admin/ in there which didn't need to be. Fixing ... OK. Aaaaand ... post.

Geronimo!

-the Centaur

Before the dawn of the dawn of time…

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Continuing my attempts at computational archaeology: before the dawn of the dawn of time ... or at least the dawn of the Internet ... computer people had .plan ("dot plan") files, chunks of text you could read from the command line using the finger protocol. This protocol is often deactivated nowadays, but it was Facebook at graduate school at Georgia Tech in the early nineties. The following was mine, from apparently late 1995. Like my attempt to find my first web page, this obviously isn't the earliest version of my .plan file, but at ~15 years it's the oldest bit of online presence I've found about myself yet. Obviously, some things have changed ... the "love of my life" died (the love itself part, not the person) shortly after writing this, as evident from the editor's note. I then went on to marry the lovely Sandi Billingsley, the real love of my life. Some of the other friends listed are no longer with us, or no longer with me and my friends. For the rest, well, read on - this is a completely unfiltered snapshot of me fifteen years ago:
The Centaur's Bio (his Old .plan File) Hi. This is the personal page of the Centaur, otherwise known as Anthony Francis. I'm ostensibly a graduate student in Artificial Intelligence at the College of Computing, but that's just a hobby. For the past eight years, I've been a science fiction writer, a vocation that became professional when I published my first short story, "Sibling Rivalry," in the February 1995 issue of _The Leading Edge_ magazine. The love of my life is a redheaded historian, Shannon Duffy. When I'm not with her I spend time with my best friends in the Edge Group, which consists of Michael Boyd, David Cater, Anthony Francis, Derek Reubish, David Stephens, and Fred Zust in the core Edge franchise as well as William Morse, and Stuart Myerburg in our recently opened Atlanta branch. [Editor's note: Sad to say, Shannon and I are no longer together; we simply had different ideas about where we wanted to take our lives. We're still friends, though, and hope to keep it that way.] I'm sorry, I can't tell you what we at the Edge Group do; we'd have to kill you (we do bad movies, good software, and great times, in no particular order). When I'm not hanging with the Edge Group I'm jamming with my other best friends Steve Arnold, Eric Christian and his fiancee Chalie, Joe Goldenburg, Kenny Moorman and his wife Carla, Ruth Oldaker, Mark Pharo and his wife Yvette, Patsy Voigt, and Fred's girlfriend Marina. The weekend tradition is to jam with William, Stuart, Mallory and sometimes Joe at Anis, Huey's, Oxford at Pharr, Phipps and wherever else we can get into trouble. (Occasionally, you can find me at the Cedar Tree or Yakitori Den-Chan with Mark & Yvette). If not, I'm either hanging with Fred & Marina, Eric & Chalie and Dave & Ruth up in ole Greenvile, South Carolina, watching (or filming) movies at my house, eating dinner with my loving parents Tony and Susan Francis, perforating the odd target with musket fire at Eric's or just noshing on late-night food at Stax' Omega or IHOP. If I'm not doing any of the above, I'm liable to be curled up with Shanny in O'Flaherty's Irish Channel Pub in the French Quarter in New Orleans, listening to Irish ballads and soaking up each other's company over an Irish Coffee (her) and a diet Coke (me). Since people have asked, my favorite authors are H.P. Lovecraft, Larry Niven, C.J. Cherryh and Douglas Hofstadter, in that order. My favorite TV show is Dr.Who, followed neck-and-neck by Babylon 5 and Star Trek (TOS TNG TMS DS9 VOY ANI, in that order) and nipped at the heels by the Tripods and the Six Million Dollar Man. My favorite comic book is Elfquest, followed closely by Albedo Anthropomorphics, Superman, Cerebus, and Usagi Yojimbo. My favorite band is Tangerine Dream, although I do listen to Rush, Yes, Vangelis, and Genesis. My favorite style of music is now called "New Age" (uuugh) but used to be called electronic music, minimalist, or just electronic rock. My second favorite style of music is soundtrack music (music for the visual image). I can stand rock. I hate disco. Rap held my interest for a while, but it officially lost me with "Whoomp(t) there it is." My favorite cuisine is Lebanese, a gift from my parents and my family, the best damn extended family in the whole wide world. I shock my parents and family by also appreciating Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Cajun, Mexican, Italian, Korean, Vietnamese, Spanish and Indian cuisine; I also have a great appreciation for the foods of the South, a culture which I find to be both vastly underrated and overdiscussed abroad. When I'm not dining out or curled up with a good book or laptop computer at Captain D's at Corporate Square in Atlanta drinking inordinate amounts of iced tea, I'm at home honing my patented personal tabbouleh (Lebanese salad) recipe, slowly learning to cook Chinese, and honing the art of grilling steaks and microwaving potatoes so that they both finish at the same time. My favorite form of literary expression is science fiction; my preferred style is flashbacks within a framing story, usually in third-person limited, although I've begun to experiment with a more liberal third-person style derived from the narrative structure of contemporary motion pictures. My primary means of plotting and expression are visual images. My favorite fictional creature is, of course, the centaur; however, the genetically engineered spaceborne professionals of *my* fiction bear little resemblance to the bearded primitves that stalk the wooded glades of your average fantasy novel (unfair though that may be to my inspirations, which include the very nice halfhorse folk of the Giesenthal valley dreamed up by Donna Barr, the ambiguous Titanides from _Titan, Wizard, Demon_ by John Varley, and Timoth the warrior sage of the Advanced Dungeons and Dragons comic. Just don't call my Porsche St.George a halfhorse too; she'll be liable to pummel a fictionalized version of you in a story sooner or later if you do). My favorite style of AI is symbolic AI with a situated/behaviorist twist. I play around with memory, agents, case-based reasoning, natural language understanding, and semiotics; I have nothing against genetic algorithms or connectionist systems other than the fact that I don't have time to pursue them as avidly. I also fiddle around with animal cognition, and can talk your ear off about chimpanzee culture and dolphin language if given the chance. My favorite style of science is Kuhnian with a cognitive flair. I have no respect for positivism or any of the horrible things it's done for science. My philosophy is somewhere between Kant, Plato and something no-one has a name for yet. To sum: the universe is real; deal, but don't assume you have the answers and *don't* assume that a single level of description can capture all of reality. My religion is theist; I believe in the tripartite single God at the heart of mainstream Christianity, and accept the messiah aspect as my savior. My theology is liberal Episcopalian with a strong theological background in my Catholic upbringing. My disagreements with the Catholic Church are primarily theological and only partially pragmatic; I gave up on waiting for them to catch up with Jesus, but they're still mostly good people. The religious right, on the other hand, is a bipartite oxymoron: neither religious nor right, and certainly not in keeping with the anti-Phariseean radical I follow. Genteel religious discussions are welcome; rude evangelizers will be biblically and theologically diced *before* I turn you over to Shannon, Joe, William, and Eric. Bring references to authorities, but don't expect me to respect them. Arguments against evolution will either be summarily flushed or buried underneath my copies of Eldredge's _Time Frames_, A.G. Cairns-Smith's _Genetic Takeover_, Dawkin's _The Selfish Gene_, _The Saint Paul Family Catechism_ and my copy of the New American Bible, flipped to the part of the preface discussing evolution. Read the gospel of Thomas; it's an eye opener, and you haven't even seen the Dead Sea Scrolls yet... Politically, I am a Goldwater liberal. I believe in war, gays in the military, religious freedom, no state-mandated prayer in schools, free ownership of automatic weapons, licensing of gun owners, aid to the Contras, prosecution of IranContra, investigation of Whitewater, and support and respect for the president regardless of party. I voted for George *and* Bill once each, don't regret it, and would do the same knowing what I know now. I believe in AIDS spending, military spending, research spending, and the space program; I also believe in welfare reform, cutting waste, a line item veto, and perhaps even some kind of budget amendment if I could be convinced it wouldn't get us into trouble in wartime. I don't believe in "school choice", "political correctness", "multiculturalism", "Rush as Equal Time", "the liberal media", "the conservative media", or "anti-special-rights amendments". I don't think we should take "In God We Trust" off of our coins and I don't think we should picket funerals of people who had AIDS. I don't believe acceptance of homosexuals as equal citizens has anything to do with the disintegration of the American family. I don't believe in hobbling industry with overregulation nor do I believe in letting them cut down trees holding endangered species just because they planned our logging programs poorly. My political heroes are Barry Goldwater, Ronald Reagan, Bill Clinton and Margaret Thatcher.
Interesting. Well, that is what it was. There are definitely opinions I would tweak, things I now think I got wrong, and snapshots of relationships that no longer hold. But the Edge is still here, I'm still here, I'm still writing, I'm still a Christian, and still a scientist. SO, all things considered, I think I'll have to stand by my dot plan file after all. -the Centaur

I write like…

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Thanks to Elf Sternberg, I've caught the meme to analyze your writing style with the automated tool on the I Write Like website. Elf fed in a whole bunch of different stories and found that the tool gave different results based on what stories you feed into it. I observed a similar effect. For example, if I feed in the first two chapters of FROST MOON, I write like David Foster Wallace, author of Infinite Jest:

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

However, feed in FROST MOON chapters 3 and 4, and I become James Joyce, author of Ulysses:
I write like
James Joyce

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

How complimentary! (And apropos, given that Ulysses is one of the favorite books of Cinnamon Frost, a major character in the SKINDANCER books). However, when I put in something completely different, like my science fiction story "Sibling Rivalry", I get ... perhaps unsurprisingly ... something completely different:
I write like
Arthur C. Clarke

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

I'm speechless. I think I will go out on that note. No. That's not quite honest. I have to do one more. From the current draft of SPELLPUNK: HEX CODE, narrated by Cinnamon Frost, broken English and all:
I write like
Margaret Atwood

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

Well. I still feel highly complimented: Margaret Atwood, author of The Handmaid's Tale, is "among the most-honoured authors of fiction in recent history; she is a winner of the Arthur C. Clarke Award and Prince of Asturias award for Literature, has been shortlisted for the Booker Prize five times, winning once, and has been a finalist for the Governor General's Award seven times, winning twice." Wow. What company. Not sure what that says when the most award winning author of recent memory was the best match for a chapter written entirely in broken English. Maybe ... keep doing what I'm doing? Or maybe, just maybe, don't put too much stock into computer algorithms. -the Centaur UPDATE: thanks to the magic of comments, I've found the I Actually Write Like website, a "highly advanced statistical analysis tool which was actually genuinely written by a guy with a real PhD which has some statistics," which gives this verdict on SPELLPUNK: HEX CODE:
I actually write like
an adolescent goth after a heavy night on the absinthe

I Actually Write Like Analyze your writing!

NOW we're talking! And STILL highly accurate! Let's try FROST MOON again:
I actually write like
a lolcat

I Actually Write Like Analyze your writing!

Even more accurate! Actually, since the Cinnamon Frost speech is like a lolcat, and FROST MOON is gothy, I strongly suspect a random number generator somewhere in there. :-) However (after a brief application of the scientific method) results seem to be consistent from run to run. That intertest reliability suggests a deterministic algorithm. HOWEVER (after a brief application of a sources of power analysis) extremely small changes to the text result ... deleting the first word ... result in completely different outcomes, so I suspect the text is being hashed into a fortune file. Changing the final word addition to the first word still shows this sensitivity to initial conditions, ruling out an analogue of the primacy effect caused by taking the head of the file. Procrastination. It's a wonderful thing.

The interwebs are for cats…

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Since the inclusion of several images of older versions of pages confuses the layout of the site, I present this picture of a cute cat to occupy the top of the page until I have real content. Enjoy. -the Centaur

Before the dawn of time…

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...there was my ORIGINAL home page at the Georgia Institute of Technology: Amazing, yes, the frames, the under construction sign, the 'bouncer look' photo, etc. What amazes me even more? It's still up, as of 2010-07-16. Wow. But wait! This just in ... according to the Wayback Machine, this wasn't even the first version of the page; this is the first version of my home page: Actually I can tell this isn't the actual first version of my page - there are some links missing from it that were in the very earliest version of the page, and it has frames, which I don't think were in the very first page I put up - but this is the oldest recorded version, from almost 14 years ago. Aeons in Internet time ... especially considering the very first web page was only six years earlier, about 20 years ago: How things have changed in two short decades. -the Centaur

Trying Again and Again is not Sisyphean

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Loosely transcribed from a letter to a friend. Names have been variablized to protect the innocent: Dude, it's been over a year since you applied at The Search Engine That Starts With a G and since then you've created, all by yourself, a brand new, polished web site with no doubt N users and X,Y and Z impressive features. Time to update the resume and apply again? I know you're frustrated that this venture didn't make it, but successful entrepreneurs are ones that try, try and try again. During my time at The Search Engine That Started With an E, we were exposed to a variety of advisors who had started successful businesses. Most of these had started several, only a few of which caught off. The ones that did made them millionaires. My uncle B is the same way: he's worked on many businesses; many failed, the others did quite well. Come to think of it, when the dot-com bubble burst, the lead founder of The Search Engine That Started With an E didn't let its stumble stop him - he's started several other ventures since then. One of them will catch fire and make him a millionaire too. I also had another thought. Stay with me here. In the essay The Myth of Sisyphus, Albert Camus argues that just because the Greek hero Sisyphus is condemned for eternity to push a rock up a hill, only to watch it roll down again, that doesn't mean that his life is actually devoid of hope. Camus argues that even though Sisyphus's task is meaningless, and the moment the rock falls down is heartwrenching, he nonetheless can be happy because he's engaged in a constant struggle ... "and that struggle is enough to fill a man's heart." In the book How to Be an Existentialist, author Gary Cox expands on Camus' argument: to an existentialist, everyone's life can be considered to be meaningless, and it's the constant struggle to exercise our freedom itself that brings meaning to life. In other words, the struggle has intrinsic value, just to us, whether we succeed or not. But I am not an existentialist, and in the objective world we share, our tasks do not endlessly repeat. It does look like we live in a world where the rock will always roll back down - time and entropy conquer all - but sometimes the rocks stay at the top of the hill, a long, long time. Longer than the allotted time we have to push rocks up the hill, sometimes; sometimes the rock stays up, even when we're the ones that slip and fall away. It is, in short, possible to succeed. It's possible to build something that lasts ... but what if we don't? Well, even if we don't, I am still not an existentialist, and in the objective world we share, our burdens are not unique to ourselves. There are many other people pushing rocks, and it brings comfort to know others are struggling. There are many other hills - sometimes, they even look like the same hill - and it can ease other's paths to know which parts of the slope are better. That is, not only does the struggle have intrinsic value, above and beyond the possibility of leading to a reward, our reports about the struggle also has extrinsic value, value to others who are fighting the same struggle ourselves. Keeping our struggle to ourselves is noble; sharing it with others is valuable. Perhaps, even, something that could lead to a reward. What if ... I know it is too late for this for the work you did over the last year, but imagine ... what if you had a blog, and every week blogged about your experience finding and overcoming development / product / business challenges for Company X? Yes, I know there are millions of blogs, and yes, I know most of them are drek. But they're not what I'm talking about: I'm talking about your blog, your experiences, your wisdom. Imagine, if you'd been doing that from the ground up, talking about your experiences, passing on your wisdom, it might start to build a name that you could turn into a career. At the very least, it would be another point of reference for your resume. Seriously, I've learned from you about how to use technology X to design web sites and benefited from development platform Y that you pointed out to me. And I've been doing this for years. If I could learn from you, don't you think other people could to? Everything you're doing might be a building block in the next big thing. I know it's trite to say that many great companies have started in garages ... but how much copy has been written sharing those stories? How much have you benefited from learning how others have done things? How much can other people learn from you? How big can you think? -the Centaur

The Stanford Department of Alchemy

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Alright, enough blogging, time to get back to "real" work. Let me leave you with a teaser, the scene I'm working on right now - the Stanford Department of Alchemy, from LIQUID FIRE: stanford department of alchemy
“Magicians have survived by being secretive,” Devenger said, folding his arms sternly. “You, I can find out anything I want on Wikipedia, including pictures of your tattoos good enough to reverse-engineer some of their logic—” “Wait, back up. I have a Wikipedia page?” I said, laughing. “Bullshit.” Devenger’s salt-and-pepper eyebrows lifted. “And I thought you were web savvy. Haven’t you ever Googled yourself?” And with that he turned to the screen, tapped out my name, and ten seconds later had found a Wikipedia page on Dakota Caroline Frost, complete with that same old out-of-date picture everyone scarfed from the Rogue Unicorn web site. “Damn,” I said, leaning over his shoulder. “That’s me all right—” “Down to a list of your tattoos,” Devenger said, scrolling down through the page. “Even ones you no longer have, like your original Dragon tattoo—” “Wait,” I said. “ Scroll back up. There, my daughter’s name. Why is that a link?” “Maybe she has a Wikipedia page too,” he said. Something cold ran up my spine. "Click on it," I said quietly.
Why is Dakota so worried? Until 2011, when LIQUID FIRE comes out: wonder. -the Centaur

Reblogging

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Way back in the dawn of time, the Library of Dresan looked very different. And I didn't just write all the articles ... I formatted all the HTML by hand. Now, thank goodness, publishing to my blog is easier than I ever imagined, back in the day (and no, I'm not going to snark about Blogger having as many problems then as now, it served me well for many years before it, well, finally stopped serving me well). SO ANYWAY, I'm reblogging all of the old articles of the Library, tagged now as, um, Reblogging. I will of course leave the original Articles up for historical interest and my eternal embarrassment. I mean, adding banner ads to my own site ... pointing to my own site! What was I thinking? Really, next I'll get so self-referential I'll be critiquing myself as I'm writing this! -the Centaur

The Wayback Machine

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No, not the WABAC machine ... the Wayback Machine! As clever as Mr. Peabody's invention is, what we're talking about here is the Internet Archive's tool for looking at what the Web looked like long ago. It's located at www.archive.org and is a great tool for inspecting, for example, how your own web sites have evolved. Let's take a look at what the Library of Dresan looked like, long long ago. Set the Wayback Machine to December 3, 2001, Sherman! (If you're following along at home, you might want to play the theme music for Jeopardy while the page loads ... this may take a while, the Internet Archive is stored on stone tablets). Alright, so the page looked like this: *shudder* In case you don't "get" the many problems with this version of the site, let me point out (beyond the background which makes it nearly unreadable) that the site is "dedicated" to something (universal peace and harmony) different from what it was actually dedicated to (my random thoughts and musings) and then with that in mind I went and wrote a post called "Dedication" which appears right under that dedication? Need I go on? Well, we can't expect perfection right off the bat, can we? (Or ever. Shut up, voice of reason! I'm just sayin'. Shut up!) At least I haven't done something dumb like, I dunno, making my site logo with Papyrus. That would be just too embarrassing for words. -the Centaur

The. Door. To. Hell!!!

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Found while researching the next Dakota Frost trilogy...
http://englishrussia.com/index.php/2008/03/25/darvaz-the-door-to-hell/ This place in Uzbekistan is called by locals “The Door to Hell”. It is situated near the small town of Darvaz. The story of this place lasts already for 35 years. Once the geologists were drilling for gas. Then suddenly during the drilling they have found an underground cavern, it was so big that all the drilling site with all the equipment and camps got deep deep under the ground. None dared to go down there because the cavern was filled with gas. So they ignited it so that no poisonous gas could come out of the hole, and since then, it’s burning, already for 35 years without any pause. Nobody knows how many tons of excellent gas has been burned for all those years but it just seems to be infinite there.
See also http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Derweze#The_.22Door_to_Hell.22. While I did find it researching Skindancer Books 4 through 6, this this specific site will probably not appear until somewhere around book 20 or 21. (Yes, I'm planning at least 21 books, though I have less on paper for things past Book 6 than Lucas had for Star Wars 9 (and yes, I know Lucas now denies there were plans for Star Wars 9, but what does he know, he also thinks Greedo shot first ... or does he? :-) )).