Colin Harvey – author

As I observed over at Suite101, there is a certain degree of smugness in the air at Newton Park. Everyone’s turned in their assignments and the Easter holidays are looming. But my poetry tutor had to go and burst the bubble yesterday with a sharp verbal pinprick that didn’t immediately register…more here.

The second of two posts about how some see those in the SF community, including a deeply, deeply disturbing comment from one policeman.

One of the features of the Media Communications Studies is to challenge what is accepted, especially what is ‘common sense,’ since the things that are so classified are often the result of media messages repeated almost ad infinitum. So I now only have to hear ‘but it’s common sense’ or ‘everyone knows that…’ and my Inner Scientist rises up and says Yeah? Prove it!

So when I got into a bit of a discussion last week about the curse of mobile phones, I risked being hoisted on my own petard. Until I took up the challenge.

In which Our Blogger realizes that that blasted netbook which he’s in danger of obsessing about, is not the first bit of kit to give him grief. More about that here. Perhaps the manufacturers have a cunning plan, methinks…

I fly out to Dublin later on today for the annual Phoenix Con, now in its seventh year. I have a pretty busy Saturday, with panels pretty much every other hour, so that if I’m lucky I’m on stage for an hour with an hour until the next one.

I’m unsure where my slot is in the ‘Meet the Author’ strand; if it’s Saturday, it could blow that nice steady routine out of the water — Sunday before or after lunch would be ideal, but I’ll take whatever crops up.

Sunday looks a little quieter, but here’s my timetable in full.

I was going to say ‘See you all tomorrow’ in Gaelic, but I can’t actually read Grace’s hand-writing…translation fail, Grace!

So I’ll see you all tomorrow…in English.

Today’s post over at Suite101 is nearer to a rant. (What am I saying? It is a rant, albeit, almost under control…) It’s probably going to prove a bit of an own-goal, but a rant’s better out than in, and it means I can get on with tackling the day. And it’s better than Going Krakatoa on someone.

This morning I posted on the blog about a recent opportunity to make money…although on closer inspection, it maybe isn’t such a good deal. Which sums up much about the internet.

…comes the reckoning, as I wrote over at suite101.

I woke up this morning feeling as if I’d somehow committed some terrible sin by having a few nights out. I must work on suppressing this Calvinism that overtakes me from time to time. But only after I’ve written a review…

I promised this morning’s ramble would be on Life Writing, so I’ve posted a few (almost) random thoughts at Suite101.

Another one of the weather/light related blog posts over at suite. Are you beginning to sense a recurring theme here? <g>