Author: corwin

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Turkey Dilemma, or, Is There More To Life Than Sandwiches?

Thanks to Reesa’s mother, Mad Gastronomer, and Alton Brown, I can now consistantly get a turkey roasted the way I like it.  I’ve been doing that a lot lately.  Roast turkey for a day, then turkey sandwitches for a week, by which time the soup is ready.

My question: It seems like there should be something fun to do with all of that roast turkey meat that I’ve just been using for sandwitches.  Suggestions?

Great moments in literature

1. In This Immortal, by Zelazny, when Conrad says, “Feathers or Lead?”

2. In Twenty Years After, by Dumas, when M. de Beaufort removes the poniard from the pie and says, “I hold one of these poniards to La Remee’s heart and say to him, ‘My friend, I am truly distressed, but if you make any movement or utter a cry, you are a dead man.'”

It’s things like that, those catch-your-breath instants, that are what I live for–why I say I’ll do anything for a good scene.  A long, slow build-up, and a payoff that makes the brain explode.

So–can you think of moments like that, lines that are the culmination of a scene that make your heart skip a beat?  (And, just so no one thinks I’m fishing for compliments, let us exclude any that I might be responsible for).

Icon in Tel Aviv

First of all, all thanks and blessings on Tim and Serina Powers, who talked me into putting up with hours on a non-smoking flight to attend.  They said it was worth it, and they were right.  I have never been treated better at a convention, and rarely as well.

It was a blast.  Lots of smart people, lots of interesting discussion.  I also like Tel Aviv a great deal–which is something coming from a virulent anti-Zionist.  I’ll probably drop a few more thoughts now and then as I think of them, but for now, I just want to say hello to all the wonderful people I met and hung out with there, and to thank them for a truly wonderful experience.