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Feb. 27th, 2007 11:04 pmVarious and sundry packages, sent astray by Friday's holiday, came home to roost today. It must be symptomatic of something that I managed to leave the one with two books at work, while triumphantly bearing home many spare Palm styri (they were ridiculously cheap, so I got three three-packs, which ought to last me out) and a screen protector which seems to be an improvement on the supplied one.
It was another cotton-skirt day, but tomorrow is going to be chilly again. The cassia bushes are in copious yellow-and-black flower, sweetening the air, but I'm starting to worry about some of the palm trees, particularly out in front of the apartment complex, which seem to have been slowly going yellow-brown since the January frost. I have no idea whether this is a survivable condition for palm trees; I've never seen them like that before. Oddly enough, palm trees damaged by abnormally severe winter weather feature in the opening scenes of Vortex. I was not nearly as well acquainted with palm trees back when I wrote that bit as I am now, but I seem to remember correcting something implausible about the description, somewhere along the way. I was thinking in terms of trees snapped off by high winds; it hadn't occurred to me until that they might actually die of cold.
We have our travel arrangements for next week, finally. I wonder if the guy in the zebra costume still parades outside the copy shop in Palo Alto?
Vortex is at 17,767 words. I seem to have lost the late-night chamomile-tea scene that was supposed to be referred back to in Ambassador, but I might be able to find a spot for it. A couple of the characters are playing around with touch-screen technology (and pens that slip into neat little slots in the wall) aboard an alien cruise-liner.
It was another cotton-skirt day, but tomorrow is going to be chilly again. The cassia bushes are in copious yellow-and-black flower, sweetening the air, but I'm starting to worry about some of the palm trees, particularly out in front of the apartment complex, which seem to have been slowly going yellow-brown since the January frost. I have no idea whether this is a survivable condition for palm trees; I've never seen them like that before. Oddly enough, palm trees damaged by abnormally severe winter weather feature in the opening scenes of Vortex. I was not nearly as well acquainted with palm trees back when I wrote that bit as I am now, but I seem to remember correcting something implausible about the description, somewhere along the way. I was thinking in terms of trees snapped off by high winds; it hadn't occurred to me until that they might actually die of cold.
We have our travel arrangements for next week, finally. I wonder if the guy in the zebra costume still parades outside the copy shop in Palo Alto?
Vortex is at 17,767 words. I seem to have lost the late-night chamomile-tea scene that was supposed to be referred back to in Ambassador, but I might be able to find a spot for it. A couple of the characters are playing around with touch-screen technology (and pens that slip into neat little slots in the wall) aboard an alien cruise-liner.
