I am writing this from the school library at Snow College in Ephraim, Utah. Just came from talking to Professor Bean’s Science Fiction Lit. class, which was very fun for me and, to my knowledge, did not bore any of the students quite to death. We talked about what is Sci-Fi, why is Sci-Fi, is it or is it not dead, why Twilight is one of the creepiest stories ever written if interpreted in Sci-Fi tradition rather than romance (it’s also atheistic if viewed that way), that kind of thing. Thanks to Professor Bean for the invitation and to the students, most of whom at least feigned interest and several of whom actually participated a lot. I hope I left them with plenty of questions and very few answers, in which case I will have done the genre well.
Now I have a little down time before talking to a fiction writing class. In this down time I will work, which makes it feel like something other than down time.
As for the title of this post, it was slushing most of the way from Salt Lake to Ephraim this morning. Slushing, for those who don’t know, is when the sky is trying to rain and snow at the same time but managing neither very well, only an unholy mix of the two. I am glad to be inside and warm and surrounded by books. The cookies and chips in the cafe right across from me are not nearly so welcome.
Proposed: That the healthiness of food from this day forward be in direct and equal proportion to its tastiness. Seconded, anyone?
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