My commentary on the curious influence of Lovecraft graces the pop-culture-riffic pages of Jetcomx this month–unto every generation will be borne those who hunger for batrachian horrors–and the spring ‘09 issue of Bellingham Review contains my short piece”The Love Life of Tigers.” Which shows that even when not much is going on something is going on.
What else. Sources inform me the Russian edition of Gods of Aberdeen is selling well and I have poison ivy all over my arms. The two are not related.
I’m attempting to build a resistance to urushiol which may work–our forest is coated with the stuff (and I’m prone to ripping it out by the handful)–so I figure it’s worth a shot. At the very least I’m learning why a cottage industry has grown around the nasty stuff. The itching is fierce and greedy. If poison ivy was half as bad people would still stay away, so all this oozing and burning is really just overkill. Enough already. You’re noxious. We get it.
